Coffee For My Love

Chapter 1

* Okay before reading- if the character talking has "".""then they're speaking in Korean. If it's just the regular "." then it's English. Example- ""Hello"" (Korean) "Hello" (English)

I wanted to make this story as realistic as possible. It's based on the fact that I and my friend do have tickets to their concert held in Chicago on October 3rd. *

  "Slow down, the coffee shop isn't going to fly away!" Beth shouted at Abby who was scrambling briskly towards the Starbucks just down the street from their hotel room.

Abby craned her neck to glance back at her friend, "Why don't you speed up you slo- oof." She suddenly rammed into someone and dropped her bag its contents scattering across the sidewalk. Abby was in a rush so she quickly mumbled several apologies to the man and picked up her phone, wallet and several lipsticks, sticking them back into her bag with his aid. "Thank you and sorry again." She smiled at the man as he stood to his full height.  He was wearing one of those medical masks over his face and his hood was covering everything else besides a little of his eyes. He mumbled, "its okay" and nodded before scurrying away.

Beth gave her friend a glare, "you almost ran him over for a freaking cup of coffee!" Abby rolled her eyes, "I'll slow down, but only a little." She winked and re-positioned the bag on her shoulder before they continued to the coffee shop. Once inside they both ordered plain black coffees and took a window seat furthest from the door. "What are our plans today?" Abby asked Beth while she dug in her bag for her phone. "Good thing you have that case on your phone with how many times you drop it in a day." Abby stuck her tongue out at her friend who smiled.

  "Want to just walk around and see if  we can find any cool places?"

  Abby shrugged, "sounds good to me."

"Abby and Beth?" Came a call from one of the workers.

"I'll get it." Beth got up to go retrieve their drinks while Abby assessed her phone for any damages. "Not cracked, good." She pressed the home button and a picture of an Asian man and an older couple appeared on the screen. "Umm." She tried her fingerprint, it didn't work. She then typed in her passcode, again the phone didn't unlock. It wasn't even in English, but Korean. She studied the man a little closer, he did actually look very familiar. But she couldn't quite remember where she'd seen him.

Beth placed  their coffees down on the table jolting Abby from her deep concentration, "why are you making that face?"

"Look," she showed the lock screen to her friend. "This isn't my phone." Beth took the phone and her eyes widened, "this is Jungkook from Bts." She turned the device around and pointed at the man.

"Okay, but that doesn't solve the fact that a complete stranger has my phone, ugh." Abby took the lid off her Coffee and began to blow on the hot liquid in an attempt to cool it down.

  "I don't think it's a complete stranger," she pointed at the words on the screen, "it's in Korean AND has a picture of Jungkook. Not just an attractive picture of him either like a fangirl would have. This looks like a family photo." She took a sip of her coffee and made a face, "ah that's hot- what if this is his phone?"

Abby shook her head, "what kinda movie are we in? That's highly unlikely." Beth held up her finger, "but it's not impossible and they have their concert tomorrow or did you forget the whole reason why we're here?"

  Her friend had scored some pretty decent seats to her favorite boy band and Abby enjoyed their music as well so she tagged along. "I have an idea," she picked up the phone and held down the home button to access Siri. In Korean she said, ""Call Kim Hoseok."" Siri then responded, ""Did you mean, 'Hoseok'?""