Jinyoung is 23 years old and has a big passion for writing.
He often finds himself to be depressed and thinking about his dark past.
One day, he meets a mysterious guy named Jaebum who might help him get through all of that.
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I found myself laying on the couch with absolutely nothing to do.
Jackson was at work right now so I was all alone.
Maybe I could go out for a walk.
No.
Or maybe go shopping!
Nah...
I sighed and sat up. Might as well go to the coffee shop then.
So that's exactly what I did.
I opened the door which made the little bell at the top make a noise and let the warmth and smell of fresh coffee hit my face.
"Hi Mark." I said to the barista and he smiled brightly at me.
"Hello, Jinyoung! I'll get your coffee ready." He smiled and started preparing. I let him do his own thing and took a seat at my usual place.
It didn't take long for Mark to prepare the coffee so I just enjoyed being with my own thoughts while sipping the hot beverage. I also really enjoyed looking out at the passing cars and people walking by through the glass.
"Mind if I sit?"
I snapped my head up and almost choked on air when I saw JB standing there with his hands in his pockets.
"Oh uhm... not at all." I smiled softly and he sat down across from me.
"How's your head?" He asked.
"It's fine." I replied, avoiding his gaze.
"Mh... you seem a bit tired today. Did you sleep alright?" He tilted his head slightly.
"Erm...I guess I didn't." I scratched my neck.
"Why's that?"
"Oh uhm... just some things I couldn't stop thinking about. It's fine, though." I laughed it off.
"Mhm." He hummed and looked right at me. Okay, why does he keep looking at me like that?
"So uh, what brings you here, anyway?" I cleared my throat.
"I don't know. I was just passing by." He shrugged. "What about you?"
"Oh, I come here almost everyday." I chuckled and shyly looked down. One corner of his lips turned up into a small smirk.
"You're cute when you're nervous." He said which caused my head to snap up. I felt my cheeks getting warm so I just looked away and shifted in my seat.
That caused his smirk to grow.
"Hello there, sir!" Mark's presence luckily saved me from this. "Would you like to order something?" He asked JB.
"No thanks. I'm good." He replied and Mark nodded and left us alone again.
"So... I was thinking." He started. "How about we go out? Tomorrow night."
My lips parted and I tried to look for the right words to speak but nothing came out.
"Perfect. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8. You better not be late." He stood up and walked out of the coffee shop.
What just happened?
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"What?!"
"Yeah, so apparently now we're gonna go out tomorrow night." I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands.
"He basically asked you out! Or well... technically forced you to go out with him but it doesn't matter! We have to get you ready!" Jackson yelled.
"Calm down, please. And it's not until tomorrow so we don't have to get ready now-"
"It's never too early to pick an outfit!" He yelled and ran off into my bedroom.
"Ugh, Jackson please!" I groaned and shuffled my feet into the room as well where I saw him digging in my closet. "What on earth are you doing?"
"Picking you an outfit. Duh." He said and proceeded to throw clothes everywhere.
"Alright, but you're the one who's cleaning up this mess." I laughed.
After about 10 more minutes of unnecessary clothing throwing, he finally chose a decent outfit.
To be honest, I didn't hate it.
Maybe this "date" won't be so bad after all.
"Sooo~! Do you love it?" Jackson asked with hope sparkling in his eyes.
"It's... it's not too bad." I crossed my arms and looked away.
"Ah! I knew you'd love it!" He smiled widely and clapped his hands. I felt a smile tugging on my lips and I shook my head at my friends behavior.
I went to sleep that night with nothing but anxiety lingering in my body and I kept twisting and turning in between the sheets.
I wonder why he even decided to ask me out. We literally just met. And I don't seem all that Interesting so why would he?
But, I mean... I wasn't complaining.
Maybe we could be friends or something after this and that would be great for me considering that I didn't have that many of those.
I tried not to think too much about tomorrow and tried to get some sleep before the big night.
