3. Cafe

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Jimin: Hey you off today?

Jihye: What do you want

His tongue curled up on the roof of its mouth and tsk, as annoyance was sent with the text that he received.

It's only 1:30 on a Saturday afternoon. Jihye wanted to take this advantage and sleep in for a little bit longer considering her long day in class, being tortured by her professor yesterday.

Jimin: Just wanted to text my friend you know

Jihye: I never agreed to be your friend though.

Jimin: we don't need agreements to become friends do we? It just naturally happens. ;)

Jimin: Hey stob it. Enough bickering in the morning lets get to the point.

Jimin: l..lets...

She waited in temptation, feeling anxious at what he was going to say

Jimin: let's meet up!

Surprised at his text, she immediately moved her fingers across her screen to reply

Jihye: Bwo?? Meet up??

Mouth open, eyes widen, still shocked at his text

Jimin: Yup! Since you know where B Uni is let's meet up at the park near there.

Jihye: Yah Yah... Isn't this too quick? What if you kidnapped me! I still can't fully trust you yet.

Jimin: Pabo, will I pick such a public place to meet if I planned to kidnap you?

Contemplating on rather she should go or not as her hand tap on her already blackened out screen.

It's still early in the morning...and meeting at the park is a public place too. She thought. 

"Aish why am I only thinking about the pros" Jihye whispered to herself as she smacks her own forehead.

Knowing deep inside that she actually wants to meet up, she agreed to Park Jimin's invitation.

Jihye: Arasso, I'll see you there in 40 minutes.

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Jimin's plump full lips curled up into a smile as his eyes scan through her reply. 

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"Ah..Jinjja... where is he," Jihye uttered to herself, standing in the sun as the winter breeze hits her face. She slipped her hand into her pocket sliding out her phone, scanning the big numbers on her screen, checking the time.

3:01 p.m

"Did he stood up on me?..." She exhaled as the thought wonders in her mind, her warm breath creating vapor. She buried her face in her scarf as she looks down at her feet rocking back and forth to distract herself before long she felt a tap on her shoulder.

Her gaze meeting with the young man in blonde. His eyes glistening, his full lips curled up, his extremely soft skin similar to the white snow. 

How can someone look so surreal?!!

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