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✔Extra Sugar | Jimin

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(Idol! Reader)
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You enter the cafe, your eyes adjusting to the warm-tones and dim lighting. Even with your medical mask, you could smell the heavy scent of coffee beans and the ghostly scent of carpet cleaner.

"What can I get for you?" A light voice asks from your right. You turn, meeting the barista's eyes from behind the darkened shield of your sunglasses.

"Hi!" You greet a little too loudly, cringing at your outward cheerfulness.

It was a tall foreign girl, probably a college student, looking for opportunities in South Korea. Her artificially-dyed hair fell just above her chin, complimenting her jawline. She smiles at you softly, her lips pulling back into a genuine little smile.

"Iced coffee. With extra sugar." You say softly in contradiction to your stern order, sliding your money across the counter. She smiles, taking it before pulling out a plastic cup and a sharpie.

"Name?"

"(Y/n)."

She freezes, looking at you. She blinks a couple times.

Of course she recognized you.

Nice going, giving your real name, you mentally scold yourself.

"Ok. It'll be about 10 minutes." She says through a different smile, and turning. You nod, turning to find a seat.

But, with your luck, the cafe was packed with people.

You pick out one, moderately-vacant spot, with only a man with a medical mask that matched your own.

"May I sit here?" You ask softly, putting your sunglasses on the bill of your hat. He looks at you with soft, chocolate brown eyes. Giving you an eye smile, he nods, gesturing to the empty seat across from him.

You sit in awkward silence, before he speaks.

"Are you sick, or something?" He asks, gesturing to your mask. You laugh earnestly, already liking him. But you still refrain from being honest.

It was hard enough sneaking away from your managers. You don't want them finding out that you got away from the studio, on television.

"Are you?"

"Touché," he laughs, using his left index finger to spin a crumpled paper that was once packaging to a straw. "I'm Jimin."

You freeze up.

He's going to straight up admit his idenity?!

"And you're..... (Y/N), right?"

"How did you--"

"The moment you told the barista your name, the entire cafe knew."

Crap.

"You caught me. Now the internet will roast both of us alive. 'Park Jimin and (Y/N) dating?! Find out more!' " you imitate simple-minded media reporters, with an exagerrated amount of hand-waving. You earn a velvety laugh from Jimin, a lovely sound. "But it'll die out once people learn it isn't true," you add, subconciously fiddling with a paper coaster as you speak with a wavering tone.

"Awe. I was hoping it would be.

You stare at him in awe. "Are you asking me on a date?"

"Is it not obvious?"

"Iced coffee with extra sugar for (Y/N)!"

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Sorry if you don't like iced coffee with extra sugar.