Nostalgic Limerence

ONE

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I flinched to a very great distance as soon as I opened my eyelids. I hit the wall as if I just hit the reality. I recovered quickly and rubbed the pain at the surface of my backbone. As usual, I woke up in a daze of an unsettled dreams. It's just how dreams work.

The first thing I saw in the morning was his insincere yet angelic smile that formed upon his lips. One good reason for my day to be the brightest day ever (please note my sarcasm). That smile was belong to none other than my sweetest brother, Min Yoongi or preferred to be called Suga. He was sweet in many weird ways or rather actually he was weird in many sweet ways. How does the combination of swag and sweetness can actually exist?

"Good morning, ugly. Take your time and help me out later, okay? Love you" He greeted me sweetly before storming off to his work.

I grunted. Am I going to wake up everyday with a pain on my backbone? Is there such thing as humans have invertebrates? Because I feel like I'm one of them.

I didn't budge to check the time as I returned back to where I positioned myself to sleep. It was the weekend. Guessed it would be a long term sleep then.

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"Hello," I said as I opened the door to Waffle Cafe, a gentle yet comforting scent of the freshly baked waffles attacked my smelling sense in the most pleasing way as soon as I pushed on the entrance door to expose Yoongi, who seemed to occupy himself by cleaning the counter reluctantly.

"Welco-" he halted for a split second before reverting to his usual expression, dull and monotonous. "Oh, it's you"

All of the seats seemed to be vacant which I assumed it was for the last few hours, how sad. With heaps of books tightly clasped on my chest, I jogged over to my favorite spot which was at the very corner near the window of the shop where you literally can do anything without being bothered by the society. It was the most sheltered place for me, just like my own bedroom but with no bed, only the comfy set of tables and couches are enough to make myself like home.

Except for the guy who owns the restaurant, he really loves the whole restaurant from the inside and outside of it and to the front and back with its ups and downs. He himself had labelled it as his first home. Although it's just a couple of miles apart, he barely would come to our actual house or he would be back on the late night.

The restaurant is owned by my brother, Min Yoongi. The restaurant had been passed from my father to my uncle and finally to my brother.

That was why he told me to help him at work every time because he thinks I'm his personal assistant.

He thinks. I don't.

To be honest, what I usually do inside the restaurant are just watching everyone doing their work and lacking in giving some help.

Although he knew it all along, he would remain calm or we could use his dictionary as 'swag'. There's a reason why he's a sweetheart too, to add. He actually let me do whatever I want there.

"Hey, do as if this is your home kid. You look like an ugly stranger with that weird face," Suga said, surprising me in the midst of my thoughts. I made a thin smile which I always do when I get annoyed.

"Do you know there's a saying which stated that the younger always look and act according to the examples of adults?"

"Exactly," one of the employee and a friend called Jung Hoseok—but he prefer us to be called as J-Hope—agreed, earning a keen stare from the boss. J-Hope raised his eyebrows to Suga, mimicking the opposite expression.

He's the only worker that has a juvenile behavior despite knowing that Suga is much older and higher in status. He had rainbows floating on top of him all the time that makes him the friendliest and carefree person on earth.

It's actually nice to have him along, not to lie.

"Just shut your big mouth, Hoseok. Don't want me to chop you into pieces with my marvelous chopping skills, ain't ya?" Suga said. "You're not that precious tho but selling you can make a living, so be careful."

We were left silent as we tried hard not to laugh before he went to another room. Not early after that, J-Hope babbled Suga's recent conversation, oblivious to the look of his face. I unintentionally burst into a boisterous laugh when a customer suddenly barged in.

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