Jimin POV
I woke up in my comfortable bed, with the sun shining through my bedroom window. I checked the clock on the wall and it read 8:15.
Today was a Saturday, perfect time to go to my favorite café, the Sunshine Café.
I got up from my bed, and wore some casual clothes. A pair of jeans and a white sweater that was a little bit too big for me, so it showed a little bit of my shoulder and covered my small hands. I got the sweater because it was cute and comfy.
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I walked out of my apartment and to the café. The weather was nice: it was cool and sunny, with a beautiful blue sky. I smiled to myself. I enjoyed weather like this.
I eventually made my way to the Sunshine Café, a little bell ringing when I opened the door. Not a lot of people were here today. Only a few. One person that caught my eye was someone who was wearing a black jacket and also a mask for some reason, writing something in a notebook that person had.
"Hello, mister! Welcome to the Sunshine Café! What would you like to order?" Asked the lady at the counter. I turned my attention to the lady at the counter and made my way to her.
"I would like a caramel macchiato please!" I said with a smile.
"Yes, sir! I will get right on that!" The lady bowed and went to sit at a table.
While I was waiting for my coffee, I saw a random guy come to my table.
"Hey baby boy~ you look cute~ you want to come to my house to have some fun?" What? Who is this guy and why is he asking me to come to his house? I was way beyond confused right now.
"Ah...no thank you. I barely know you so-" The random guy then grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my seat.
"Wha- hey! Let go of my arm!"
"No baby boy. You're coming home with me." I shook my head no, but he still wouldn't let go.
"No! L-Let me go! I barely even know you! Let me-"
"Yah. Let him go." The person that I saw before with the black jacket and mask spoke to the stranger.
"Heh. Why should I?"
"Because he is my boyfriend." My eyes widened in what the boy said. The stranger who had a hold of my arm let go and left the café.
"Tch...people these days..." The boy was about to go back to his seat until I called out to him.
"Thanks for that." The boy turned his head in my direction and looked at me.
"It's not a problem." He then turned back around, lifted his mask up to his face, and went back to his seat.
I followed him and sat in the seat in front of him. He looked up and me, cocking up an eyebrow.
"What's your name?" The boy lifted down his mask to speak.
"My name is Min Yoongi. What's your name?"
"My name is Park Jimin. Nice meeting you, Yoongi." The boy named Yoongi nodded his head and continued writing in his notebook.
"Yoongi, how old are you? I'm 21."
"23. Call me Yoongi hyung."
"Ah okay, Yoongi hyung....Yoongi hyung, why did you help me?" Yoongi looked up at me, staring at me, my eyes actually. I got a little emarassed and blushed a little bit, looking down.
"I helped you because it was the right thing to do. Someone harassing someone else isn't something I should sit down and watch. But you know...he wasn't wrong about one thing. You are cute." I felt my cheeks heat up, and I looked back down at the floor.
"A-ah..."
"Sir, here is your caramel macchiato you ordered." The waiter served me my coffee and I thanked her and bowed, and took my seat again. I took a sip of my coffee, and burned my tongue a little since it was still hot.
"Your favorite coffee is caramel macchiato?" Yoongi asked me. I nodded, blowing on my coffee to cool it down a bit.
"Ah I see. I'm not one who drinks coffee a lot, but I like black coffee." I nodded my head, not knowing what to say to that.
Yoongi continued writing in his notebook, and there was a silence between us. I didn't know what to say, so I quietly drank my coffee, not wanting to disturb him. I was watching him write in his notebook. It looked like he was writing down music notes. Was he a songwriter?
"Yoongi hyung, are you a songwriter?" Yoongi hummed a yes in response, not lifting up his head to look at me.
"Ah..." I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I looked down at my hands, and fiddled with my fingers, feeling a bit awkward.
"Jiminie...can I call you that?" I nodded my head. "Okay. Jiminie, do you want to see what I'm writing?" I lifted my head and looked at him, then nodded my head. Yoongi passed his notebook to me and I saw a lot of music notes and words under them. I didn't really know how to read music, so I looked at it a bit confused, knitting my eyebrows together, and looked up at Yoongi and titled my head.
"Yoongi hyung...I don't know what this says.." Yoongi gave me a small smile, taking back his notebook from me.
"You can learn one day, Jiminie." Yoongi then looked at the time on his watch and got up from his seat.
"I have to go now Jiminie." Yoongi then made his way to the door, leaving me there sitting alone. I wanted to get his number so that I can still contact him.
"Wa-" I stopped in the middle of my sentence when I heard the little bell on the door ring. Yoongi had already left. I sighed to myself and grabbed my coffee. I paid at the counter and went out the door. I looked around, maybe Yoongi was still around here. But no luck. I don't think I'll ever meet him again.
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Once I was back in my apartment, I heard my phone buzzing on the kitchen counter.
TaeTae~
I opened the phone and spoke.
Jimin: Hello?
TaeTae~: Jimin! We havn't hanged out in a while..." I heard Taehyung pretending to cry and laughed a little bit.
Jimin: Tae it's only been a few days since we hung out. On Wednesday we went to the park and played at the playground.
TaeTae~: Still....we haven't went to the amusement park in a while! You want to go today??
Jimin: Okay~ Let's go to the amusement park today.
TaeTae~: Yay! I'm going to come to your apartment at 3 p.m.! Got it?
Jimin: Got it.
TaeTae~: Okay! See you at 3, Jimin~
Taehyung ended the call and I smiled to myself. Taehyung is like a big ball of sunshine. We've been best friends since we were young. And I was excited to have fun with him again.
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serendipity ~ myg + pjm
Romanceser·en·dip·i·ty /serənˈdipədē/ (n) finding something good without looking for it