It was a five minute walk to the cafe she suggested. When he got there, only 15 minutes had passed since they had their text conversation. She didn't walk through the door of Paulo's for another ten minutes. When she did, Jimin did a double take. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail. Bags decorated the area under her eyes. And her light blue eyes were bloodshot. He couldn't tell if it was from sleep deprivation or crying; his guess was on both.
These thoughts escaped him when her eyes met his and a smile graced her face. He found himself smiling back, unable to stop it from happening.
"Hey, Is!"
Isabella smiled wider and Jimin's heartbeat sped up at the sight.
"Fancy meeting you here, Jimin," she replied.
Those simple words would lead them towards a path they never could have imagined. That innocent meeting was the beginning of everything.
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Fanfiction"Like almost every villain in the stories I've read, I'm trying to make life more simple," she said, a shrug punctuating her statement. Jimin's eyes burned with sadness disguised as anger, "Maybe life isn't supposed to be simplified". Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 20...