To Jeongin
The first time I saw you, you were working. Some of my friends had asked if I wanted to go to a cafe a floor lower then the shop I worked in.
I had agreed, I was tired and needed caffeine. I'm still grateful I said yes.
You had come up to our table, asking what we wanted to order.
When you were there, I couldn't take my eyes off you. You were so cute and pure, it felt as though nothing in the world could compete.
When I thought these things, I realised I was being very gay and weird, and tried to stop.
I ended up going back to see you.
My second visit there led me to know your name. My half-brother was working at the time and I didn't see him until after I started talking to you.
Because it was me alone, I'd gathered some courage and started a conversation.
"Please don't flirt with my co-workers. 'Specially not him, he's too pure, like a baby!"
Your face bloomed with a pink hue. It was adorable in my eyes, causing my own ears to tint with the same colour.
My brother just teased me as soon as he got home. I told him about his own crush with my co-worker, which is why he barely teased us.
After that trip, I kept going, wanting to know more about you. Was that weird?
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