its 12:47 in the evening, I'm cozily tucked in a single seater couch big enough to swallow me whole with a steaming machiatto in front of me.. i sigh happily as i read the latest book from the lara jean series. I am turned away from the whole store so I'm shielded from the world.
a man sits at the couch behind me facing the store, i don't see him but notice his scent, it was musky. like perfume and his sweat mixed into something even better. i could hear him quietly tapping with the beat from his headphones and typing, probably working on something. even though i was dying to see if his face suited his manly scent, i promised myself not to turn to look at him so the illusion isn't shattered. i was really quite nitpicky with guys so it was better that way.
around 2am a bunch of rowdy group of guys walk in laughing their heads off and making a ruckus. they were obviously drunk as they were all trying to ask out the barista at the counter. it was all good but they were ruining the nice relaxing vibe we had there.
haaaay. ano ba yan! i say in frustration, unmindful of anyone hearing me since i was pretty sure no one would understand me. should practice my korean.
what is it? shi kkeu reo wo? should i just shout quiet?
i hear mr.guy-behind-me pack up his things and prepare to leave. he must've gotten fed up as well. in my coffee addled brain this made sense and gave me courage to turn and shout YA!
a hand grabs me all of the sudden and pulls me out the door. thankfully the only stuff i had with me was a slingbag and a book.
musky scented mister was wearing a black cap with rings on it. in between worrying about where he was taking me, i wondered where he got it and if i could try it on to see if it looked good on me. it always looked so cool on my favorite bts members. (maknae line + suga)
we had to duck into an empty bus stop because it suddenly started drizzling. we must've been a few blocks away from the coffee shop, close to my house really.
he turns to me and pulls his face mask sexily angrily and glares at me.
michoso? you were really going to shout at 4 drunk guys? and you don't even speak korean properly. its ib dak cho. say it with swag you mad woman!
i stare at him while he rants out his frustrations at me.. are you done?! wow! this is a record * i don't really go crazy for boys this early on after meeting them* thats what i think to myself but what i say is this.. you're already shouting at me? i don't even know you! i raise my brows at him even though i could just barely reach his face.
wait. what? you were listening to me? but i heard your music.
you were right by my ear. i could hear every sigh and every turn of the page. its... he let his words die to a whisper.
it was what? i push for an answer.
gwiyo.. annoying, changing his mind mid word. death glares exchanged, we sit and sulk at the dimly lit bus stop watching the rain fall. its getting cold so I discreetly move closer to him. also I really wanted to inhale his scent.
he doesn't react so you sit there happily, humming out the tune in your head softly.
a little higher on the second to last note and extend it.. he says suddenly
what? I turn to look at him
he still looking at the street but answers, what you are humming. the last note sing it higher and extend it.
ok. like this? la lala laaah la / la lala laaaah la
yes. repeat it and go down on the last one.
he instructs more.
feeling encouraged, I hum it a little louder and do as he says.
exactly. he smiles his gummy smile at you.
I smile back happily but get shy all of the sudden.
I don't have lyrics yet but when I do, will you sing it for me? he asks never taking his eyes away from me.
I nod my head yes and smile at myself.
