Set in the mythical kingdom of Oakheart where things get warm as the sun and cold as the ice. People bury each other secrets not knowing the source of fear. People says demon live within us but what happens if the real demon rose from the internal d...
"Again! I hate this weather. Ughh cold", said jimin. He was walking down the alley of the busy area. He doesn't likes winter season because he is too sensitive to cold. His bones would get cramped up which makes him hard to work. "Curse this weather", he pouted. He was again late of his work. "Today I'm done for", he said walking as fast he could.
All his intense jogging went in vain as he looked his manager standing in the counter. He lowered his head trying not to make an eye contact. But unluckily he was called. "Late again", exclaimed the manager. Jimin just stood there like a statue and didn't say a word. He knew any excuses won't work this time so he was ready to take it all.
After taking a whole lot of scolding, he was tired. He was feeling weak and sensitive from early morning. Legs wobbling, heavy eyelids and muscle cramps was all he can think of. His body felt lifeless. He grabbed his water bottle and drank whole bottle in one go. Letting out a hugh sign, he quickly wore his apron and dashed towards his working counter. He began taking his customers' orders.
Usually his shift would end at evening but today he'd to stay a little long to compensate for his late start. Of course he hated it but he had no space to reject. At evening his whole body nearly gave up on him. He glanced at the ticking clock. "Still two hours left. Ugh I'm doomed", he cried out loud. He was so much indulged in his sorrow that he almost didn't noticed someone standing infront of his counter."uh. Im sorry, I didn't heeded your presence. Im really sorry. So what would you like to order", jimin apologized and questioned. He looked at the man who was wearing fancy black glasses covering his eyes and a navy blue muffler sheathing his face, hoping for his reply.
He waited and waited but didn't got a reply. The man only stared at him. "What would you like to take, sir?", he asked again but still no response. He was quite confused as he had ever encountered such customer. So he questioned out of curiosity "Are you...um.. perhaps coming here for the first time?". Jimin was not sure to whether except an answer from him or not. But to his surprise he nodded. "Oh so he can understand me", thought Jimin.
"Oh! I'm sorry I didn't noticed it. Welcome to our small cafe.", he greeted him bowing down."So Can I give you some recommendations since I feel like you may have no idea of what to order. Everyone here loves our simple and classic coffee. Would you like one?"
The man again nodded. "Uhh so cute acting all shy", jimin thought himself. "Wait! What am I thinking?? Cute??".
"Please take a seat and I'll be right back with your coffee", he said smiling to the man who sat opposite of him. Jimin quickly dashed towards the cupboard to grab a moka pot which was pretty bygone. Placing the pot on the table, he dissembled the parts of it. The room was pervaded with fragrance of freshly grounded coffee as he removed the lid of the coffee jar. He topped up the funnel with the right amount of coffee and slowly poured the warm water into the bottom container. After finishing his preparation, he assembled the parts together tightly and heat it in the small range. As he felt the coffee is ready, he turned off the range and slowly dribbled the hot espresso in the cup. Lastly he decanted the frothed milk into the cup making a small but beautiful design. "Its ready", he thought.
Jimin placed the coffee in the counter infront of him. The man took his hand off of his coat's pocket and extended his hand out to grab the cup. The men's hand grabbed jimin's attention. His hand was long and seductive with a small primitive red ring. Jimin glanced at his own hand which was small and not so manly. Jimin threw his hand back and stood there curiously to see the man's reaction after drinking his coffee. But he became more curious to see his face. The man steadily reached his other hand to pull off the muffler. "Uh.!! Fast fast", he thought. He was so hoping to see the man's face that he completely didn't realized someone calling him from staff room.
"Jimin-ah, hurry managers calling for you"
"Uh--ah- yes hyung", jimin responded quickly walking away from the counter. He wanted to turn back and see but he felt completely awkward to turn around. Though he'll regret it later. "Uhh. I so close to peak at his face.! Ugh...",he thought. Don't know why, he felt like he somehow knew him before but had no idea when and where. He just felt that.
Jimin returned to his counter hoping to see him after receiving all briefings from his manager. But unfortunately he was gone. Jimin was left with a payment of his coffee and finished cup. He was quite sad but what can he do right now. What's done is done. He was about to return to work but he noticed a bouquet in the corner of the table.
"Huh. A blue rose bouquet. But who left it", he thought. He examined the bouquet from side to side and scanned a whole bouquet from a second. " huh.....why does it look so familiar ", jimin just stood there staring at it. "I know this bouquet somewhere.. but where?"A faint trail of memory of something breezed his mind. "Huh! Its mine!! How can I forget that. I bought it this yesterday". He was more dumbfounded when he regained more of his memory of yesterday. He remembered how he brought rose to visit his mother and want to the lakeside. He remembered how a stranger pinned him down and forced him to a kiss. He blushed as well as got angry from the fact that it was his first kiss which was stolen by a complete stranger. "Earlier that man.... is he the one who left it? Or not? Somehow the man that... well..kissed me yesterday and the man just now feels some kind of related or maybe they're the same person", he thought as he felt goosebumps in his body. He didn't knew what to expect from his situation or have any clue about it. He just remained stunned as he wasn't able to handle the truth. He stood there like a statue. "God. What is happening to me? Is it some kind of prank. Why did I completely forgotten about that event? How can it be ? How can he kiss someone so randomly? I have strange feeling about this. God help me.", he thought as he prayed to the god folding his hand. He left the matter aside for a while cause it was meaningless to think about it. He told himself not to think about it but he can't resist the thought that popped continuously. Though feeling a little handache, he returned back to his work. But deep down his heart and mind, he knew something bad is going to happen!
-end of chapter-
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