It's easy to look at love and and admire it. You'd dreamt about it your whole life, but nothing could have prepared you for the side effects of it, for the fragility of breaking and for the angst of falling.
Around you, even when you hadn't noticed...
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You exited the elevator, struggling to get out while holding you luggage in you left hand, your jacket in the other. Your eyes roamed the white wooden doors, marked with numbers on both sides of the long corridor, the walls dressed in green floral wallpaper. You finally found your room, fiddling with the keys and opening the door, pushing all of your belongings inside with you.
Your head was pounding, you felt a bit dizzy too. You decided to take a nap, exhausted from the trip.
You plopped onto the king sized bed, the soft matress bouncing underneath you as your body hit onto it's surface. Sleep overcame you as soon as you lay down.
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You hung your camera around your neck, deciding that it was time to go out and take some pictures of the breathtaking scenery.
You locked the door, shoving the keys into your bag and walking towards the exit, ready to go out and get a coffee as you were in desperate need of the caffeine.
You didn't really know where you were going, you just let your feet guide you to the place they most desired. A place in the far corner of the street caught your attention, that's where you were going.
The shop was cute, an outside porch with small, metal tables and black couches. Inside, it was decorated with black and white furniture, hardware and yellow lamps placed ontop of the tables and next to the couches. It was very industrial looking.
You approached the counter, giving the red haired woman your order and taking a seat on one of the chairs as you waited for your coffee to be made.
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Jimin had a few hours to spare before him amd Jungkook had to meet up at the studio for practice. Hoseok was really eager to spend all of his time dancing, he wouldn't accept failure, and he certainly was a hard-working hyung.
He stopped to grab a cup of coffee, a vanilla bean frappuchino to be precise. That day, Jungkook decided that he would film their every move, the camera in his hand all day long.
His phone rung. He slipped out of the table, coffee in hand as he answered the call from Hoseok.
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Your name was finally called, so you stood up, taking the coffee out with you as you left the store.
You looked down at your camera, when you bumped into someone.
Crash.
“I'm really sorry, let me help you get cleaned up” A familiar voice spoke, picking up some tissues and wiping down your white t-shirt.
You looker down at it, a big brown coffee stain marking the light fabric.
Great. You thought, your eyes meeting the sweet ones of a boy with a familiar head of pink hair.
Pinky, ofcourse.
“Hope, I'll call you back later” He closed his phone, studying the situation.
He just stood there awkwardly, not a word.
“I have seen you everywhere” You both said in unison, a little giggle escaping your mouth.
“You're that Jungkook kid right?” You asked, and the brunnette behind him laughed loudly.
“No, I'm Jimin” He answered, pointing to the boy behind him “That's Jungkook”.
Jimin. So that was the name you had forgotten. It made more sense, and it seemed perfect for him; it had a nice ring to it.
“I'm Sooyun” You shook hands with both of them, bowing slightly at their presence.
Jimin smiled shyly, looking away as if he were thinking something over.
“Let me buy you a cup of coffee” He offered, since yours had ended up on the floor. You nodded, bitting down on your lip.
The three of you sat down on a table, Jungkook mostly busy playing video games on his phone.
You talked about your interests, from photography, to his dancing, which the brunnete seemed to be quite interested in.
Jimin, you knew he danced, too well. You could watch him dance forever, the way his body moved, it was magical.
It was like his weapon.
“You saw me dancing didn't you?” Jimin thought, asking you after rembering the two hazel eyes spying on him from the studio.
Your jaw dropped, that was a little embarassing.
“I didn't-” He stopped you, laughing at the nervous wreck that you were, your cheeks a bright red.
You were cute, that was definetely what he was thinking.
He stood up, throwing his empty coffee cup in the garbage bin.
He came close, his lips an inch away from your ear.
“If you like watching me that much, come to my resital, friday, eight o'clock, tokyo stadium” he whispered, his hot breath hitting your neck.
