I don't know how we ended up down the road at a local cafe, trying to get to know each other, but somehow we did.
The cafe itself was like a shoebox; narrow and long. The amount of wooden furniture with black metal finishes that had been squeezed in astounded me. The exposed brick walls were decorated with vertical gardens. The front wall facing the street (bar the doorway) was consumed by an enormous glass window and a tall wooden bar was positioned against it with hanging pots located above.
The cafe held a variety of textures and materials from cold black metal to rich brown wood, and I loved every inch of it.
Apparently Minho loved it too because now we were sitting at the bar by the window, drinking milkshakes and exchanging stories and information about ourselves.
Well, Minho was.
I was mostly just staring at him, wondering how someone could be so damn attractive. I did join in on the conversation occasionally, though.
"So how long have you been training for?" Minho asked.
"Almost five years now," I answered then took a sip of my sweet strawberry milkshake.
"Wow, I've only been training for a year."
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Fanfiction"Well you're cute." "So are you." "We should be cute together." ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘❤∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ In which two JYP trainees crash into each other and start something beautiful. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘❤∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Short chapters.
