strawberry girl.
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boy. (JIMIN)
sugar. thats what jimin needed to start his day; something sweet to get him going. instead of following his usual path to his dance university, he made a new turn in search for the certain café that has what will fill his gluttonous needs.
jimin had lived in seoul for a long timed since leaving Busan, the hungry and dream-chasing individuals pulled him in. his dream was to become a professional dancer, something to get his body to rush and his cheeks to smile, the work and adrenaline is all he was after.
but maybe he needed something else to get his heart racing.
as he entered the busy, yet eased café, he eyes the line and tries to determine where it starts and ends.
"excuse me, are you in line?" he asked a peculiar girl clad in a blush pink shirt and light-washed jeans.
her eyes widen up at him, timid and not used to someone talking to her. she opens her mouth, a shy blush spreads across her pale and freckled cheeks.
shes cute.
"a-ah." she stutters quietly, "y-yes." jimin nods and offers a smile, standing behind her in line. she looks away quickly to the front, pursing her lip and seemed to mentally scold herself as she looks to the ground above her shoes.
her face was innocent and smooth, a soft red tint appeared to always be present on her pretty cheekbones, the color like fresh strawberries, and a natural gradient on her plump and soft-looking lips. the hair that reached just above her shoulders and curved inward around her jaw, and the gentle placement of her bangs that covered a tiny bit of her forehead.
the line grew shorter in front of them, and soon it was the girls turn, strawberry girl, he would call her.
her voice; soft and quiet, yet in the back of that facade, there was always something she wanted to say but never would speak out loud. like a secret.
not being creepy, its just jimin is really good at reading people.
after ordering his drink, he sat down and waited, observing the pink and sweet interior of the small café, he ran a hand gently through his dark hair.
five minutes later, "Pumpkin spice latte and one strawberry smoothie."
jimin gets up to claim his order, but as he reached out to grab it, he accidentally bumps into something, or someone,next to him.
he looks up with widened, shocked eyes, his eyes meeting another pair with the same expression.
"oh my, I'm sorry." she bows repeatedly and jimin backs up in shock, he composes himself before gently holding her shoulder to make her stop.
"it fine, dont worry about it." her eyes meet his with a nervous glance.
jimin quickly grabs both of their orders and kindly gives her drink. she grabs hold of it and bows once more in thanks, adjusting the straps of her black backpack, despite her pink and pastel clothing.
"T-thank you." she says quietly and he smiles softly at her before she rushes awkwardly to the exit, the bell ringing as she leaves.
jimin stares at the door, even as she was already out of sight, in wonder,
Who is she?
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| artificial strawberries. | p.jm
Fanfic'the way she looked, acted, and talked reminded him of strawberry icecream. sweet and pink, pleasant on his tongue, even though it was artificial and fake.' lowercase intended. started: 6/5/18 ended: ??
