Dear Seokjin,
After school, I went to the cafe you were talking about the other day. It smelled like fresh ground arabica coffee beans and chiffon cake.
There were businessmen typing away on their laptops and college students laughing and joking with each other.
At the cash registers, I saw you.
You had a brown employee's apron on and your hair was swept to the side. You were serving tea to an elderly lady and her husband with a big smile on your face.
I queued up and waited for you to serve me. When it was my turn, you whispered, saying that your shift ends after this and that we could sit down together.
I gave you a grin and said yes.
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Letters From A Purple Shoebox | JinMin
FanfictionJimin never shared his feelings to other people- instead, he'd scribble them down on little pieces of scrap paper that he hid in his purple shoebox. When he realises that he can't keep hiding his feelings for any longer, he finally gets the courage...
