I MET YOU IN FALL | jungri

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yeri always noticed him sitting at that table, that table next to the window. at the bookshop cafe where she worked. 

he was a regular customer there. he visited in the mornings (sometimes in the evenings) and always, always grabbed a cup of hot americano. always the hot americano. nothing else. maybe something else during other times, maybe she wasn't there when he ordered other beverages.

one other thing she noticed was he was usually wearing a white tee paired with denim jeans and brown timberland boots. 

she was so curious, curious over the reason why he always looked so sad, why he always ordered hot americano, why he always sat at that one table. she always had the urge to talk to him whenever he visited. but she never asked because she was afraid it was privacy.

and one day, she finally talked to him.

he didn't answer the calls for his hot americano, so she had no chance but to deliver it specially to his table.

"mister, here is your hot americano. i called your name a few times, but you didn't answer," she said in a slight annoyed tone, and placed the cup on his table, producing a loud sound. then she walked away, back to behind the counter, before he could even say a word.

yeri cursed at herself under her own breath. she mentally facepalmed herself. "kim yerim, what did you just do??? you were so rude."

then she was woken up from her thoughts when someone pushed a small piece of paper to her on the counter. she read the word handwritten on the note.

sorry for the inconvenience caused, call me jungkook.

and when she shot her head up expecting him, he was gone.