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"you dissolve me
with your fingertips"
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B R A I S E
Soothingly, Für Elise plays in a mellow tempo. A venerable peace bleeds in the air. For all the bustle that rings through the city, the restaurant is incredibly tranquil.
Mi Kyung huffs, face red, giving a large table reserved only for special occasions, a good wiping-down to. She pauses between vigorous motions to violently push back any strands of hair that may have escaped from her hastily pinned-up bun. Baek Ho strolls by, hands inside his pockets, whistling irritatingly loudly, smirking at her obvious distress. He wordlessly points at the spots she had made sure to absolutely not miss, glaring at her before she even begins protesting.
She curses at him under her breath, envisioning a million different ways to murder him. Fueled by her thoughts, she blindly finishes cleaning the table, and walks into the restaurant kitchen.
"Love, can you get me some basil leaves from the refrigerator?" Jin calls out to her.
A silent blush grazes her cheeks.
"Here you go," she tosses the bunch, turning almost immediately to hide her scarlet face.
A futile attempt. "Are you sick?"
Harried, she tries to brush past him. "No, I'm just— "
"Seonha, can you bring the tonic we made the other day?"
"But I'm not sick!"
Jin peers at her face, making her shrink in embarrassment. "Are you sure?" he asks, eyes hooded.
A tinkling sound chimes through, and Mi Kyung clings at the chance to escape with her life.
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matcha latte // seokjin • book six in the BTS series •
Fanfiction// ❝can i have one matcha latte and your phone number please?❞ // in which food heals her, and so does he. [ book six in the BTS series ]
