Moonchild ∞ pjm

二

The cafe was small, but only in the terms of space. Truthfully the owners of the cafe made more money a year than I will ever make in my lifetime. I live a simple life, it's more enjoyable that way. With money comes responsibility and empty desires. It's not that I don't have money, my father is a very wealthy man, it's just that my father and I spend our money very differently. Instead of a big fancy house, we bought an old victorian house that we spend the majority of our money fixing up; and instead of luxury cars my father drives an old Ford truck and I drive a cute Kia. My father is too involved with his job to have time to waste his money, and I don't make enough money to waste.

I sat behind the silver metal counter, twirling in circles on my stool. The cafe is always slow after 7 pm, there are maybe 2 customers every half hour meaning I have a lot of time to sit in silence. At around 10 two boys walk in, one of them is smiling so wide his eyes don't appear to be open anymore while the other is smiling shyly while watching his friend laugh out loud. When they made their way up to the counter I was able to see how attractive they were, the shy, brown haired boy seemed to have stars in his eyes the way the light bounced off his brown orbs.

"What can I get you two?" The shy boy stood behind his tall, blonde friend. The blonde boy was ethereal. Everything about him just fit so perfectly together it was hard to believe such an attractive man existed.

"2 iced Americanos please." His voice sounded like red silk. It was deep and it moved off his lips like water, so easily and effortlessly. I smiled lightly at the fact they're getting iced drinks while there is ice on the ground outside.

"10,000 won please." He nodded before handing me the exact amount of money. The two boys took a seat at a large booth table while I started their drinks. I could hear bits and pieces of their conversation over the coffee machine, but nothing interesting. It may be wrong but when you're stuck behind a counter for hours in an empty coffee shop, listening in on stranger's conversations becomes your only source of entertainment.

I decided to be nice and give them their drinks, they were deep in conversation anyways and I wasn't tending to any other customers. When I set the drinks onto the table they both looked up to me with warm smiles muttering thank yous before continuing their conversation.

"She's the one Jimin was talking about."

"Lower your voice."

The mention of the name Jimin made my heart flutter. It's embarrassing to admit but Jimin has been consuming my mind. I see him in my dreams and all I've been able to draw is his lips or his eyes, or that crooked tooth. I don't understand why he is so captivating, he is just so attractive.

Their are so many Jimin's in South Korea, I'm sure they aren't talking about about my Jimin. But if they were talking about him, does that mean I'm the she that Jimin has been talking about. I mentally slap myself when I realize how far I'm letting my imagination roam. Sitting back behind the counter I let the sound of the small battery powered radio fill the empty space.

"Just in. Two rebels have been arrested and jailed after they were caught housing a moonchild. The moonchild has yet to be found. No details have been discovered on the looks of the moonchild." I shut off the radio with a hard slam. The two boys jump, startled from the loud noise.

"Such bullshit." I muttered placing the radio under the counter. It never failed to frustrate me how humans have fought so hard to gain freedom, whether it be religious freedom, freedom of sexuality or just freedom as a country, we have fought to be who we want to be. Yet we can't ever seem to let others be happy, as if someone living their own life somehow affects ours.

I look up from my hands when I hear the door open, I'm surprised to see Yoongi walk through the door followed by another man whose name I don't know. The man smiled wide when he saw the two boys at the table, his smile made a warmth spread through my chest. I watched as the tall blonde whispered something into Yoongi's ear, Yoongi's eyes lifted to meet mine and I froze. There it was again, this feeling of nostalgia like I've known this man my entire life when in all actuality I've only just met him. I looked back down at my hands after being caught staring, I tried my best to pretend my chipped nail polish was more interesting than the four gorgeous men in front of me.