Blueberry Muffins

04

four ~ a reasonable condition

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i could try to run
but it would be useless
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Jeon Jungkook

I didn't go to the cafe for the quiet atmosphere and the incredible blueberry muffins anymore, although they were definitely a bonus. I wanted to catch even the smallest glimpse of the angel who lived across the street.

Since that day when I'd seen the two boys in the window my mind had been reeling, and it was all because of that small, dark-haired boy with the happiest and most beautiful smile I had ever seen.

My biggest regret was not asking him his name when I saw him in the supermarket. I wanted to stay and talk to him more but I feared I'd get ahead of myself and be too full on. I didn't want to scare him off. Sometimes my flirting could get out of hand, and he already looked so nervous.

I couldn't help but call him cutie though, and the loveliest little blush and smile that followed that remark was etched into my mind, much like how a bright light leaves an imprint on your eyes for a little while. He was constantly on my mind.

That short conversation wasn't enough. I wanted to talk to him, learn more about him, make him smile.

I sighed, sipping my coffee as I sat at my usual table at the window of the cafe.

My mystery man had not reappeared much for the past week. I'd catch myself glancing up at his window multiple times every time I frequented my spot, longing to see another cute scene unfolding or even just to see him sitting there doing nothing. That would have satisfied me.

But he was never there.

I wondered if he knew that I secretly used to watch him in his window every evening as he pretended not to spy on me. I found it adorable that I would feel his eyes on me as I sat there, but every time I'd glance up he'd appear to be writing or drawing.

He never sat there when I was there anymore, and I got the feeling that he was nervous and embarrassed after me seeing that cute little dance and then helping him out in the supermarket.

Sometimes I would see the other man - pineapple guy - sitting there, looking through a camera or typing things on his laptop. He'd look at me briefly, nod or smile and I'd return the gesture. I'd watch his lips move every time he glanced at me and knew that he could only be talking to the smaller boy.

But it wasn't the same.

I missed his friend and I wanted to talk to him. I at least needed to look into those eyes again and learn his name.

And so, I took it upon myself to do exactly that.

Park Jimin

I hadn't sat in my beloved window seat since my run-in with Blueberry. It wasn't that I didn't want to see him again because honestly, that was all I wanted to do.

I was nervous. I didn't want him to see me sitting there every day at the same time and think that I was waiting for him like some sort of desperate guy who wanted more of that gorgeous, carefree, cheeky smile.

That was exactly what I was doing, but he didn't need to know that.

I'd die of embarrassment if he somehow found out about my small obsession with those brown eyes and blueberry muffin tendencies.