Now the real story begins—
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Y/N POV
*Knock knock knock* That must be my apartment manager.. again.
"Ughhhh mmmph" And that was me groaning while rolling into my pillow, because I already know why she's at my door at 6 in the morning. I pull myself from my bed and throw a hoodie on over my pajama shirt.
Swinging open the door, I immediately begin explaining myself to who I assumed is her, "Yes, good morning Ms. Shepard," I pause to rub my eyes and yawn, "I'll make sure to get the rent to you this time. Last month was just really difficult for me and you see my grandma's friend's cat just died-" Jumping into my chain of excuses, my eyes were given time to fully adjust and I look up to realize it is not Ms. Shepard that I am speaking to.
Rather, it's a man, a kind of short man. Well not short-short just shorter than the average male. Which I know isn't very tall due to Asian men being short in general. I don't mean to assume his ethnicity though, even if we are in Korea. Quite rude of me. He's got pretty hair. ANYWAY.
The man standing in my doorway is dressed head to toe in expensive brands, accentuating his simple outfit: black, ripped skinny jeans, a fitted white button up, a belt, sunglasses and some mismatched silver earrings.
"You're going to burn a hole through me if you keep staring like that." He shocks me out of my daze and I look up to see his thick lips slightly curved into a playful smirk.
Hot.
"I'm sorry. Can I help you?" My body tenses as I remember the current situation.
"Yes, I believe this is the residence of Y/N L/N? May I speak with her?" I catch a more genuine smile form on his lips as he speaks my name.
A goofy grin spreads across my face and my finger rises to brush at my nose. "You already are."
Suddenly, the mystery man is taking one step forward and captures me in his arms. Not at all aggressive or threatening, just a soft hug.
"It's been so long Y/N, I'm so, so sorry." He whispers into my shoulder.
Smells like strawberries.
The stranger shifts in the hug and snaps me back to reality, again.
"Oh, right-" I push him away. "Uhh. Who are you? And what was that just now?"
"Come on, Y/N? You don't remember me?" He squishes his cheeks together, "Your cute, lovable, little, baby mochi?"
It takes me a while but everything clicks into place.
"JIMIN?!" My mouth falls open and eyes fly wide. Now it's my turn to hug him. I leap into his arms and he catches me effortlessly.
Wow, he is rock solid.
"Took you long enough. The strawberries didn't give it away?" We release each other and he brings his hand up to push back his black hair.
"I knew it! You did that on purpose!! No human can naturally smell like fresh strawberries!"
"Caught me." Jimin smirks, holding his hands up in defeat.
"It's been so long! I can't believe you're back! I can't believe you left! Where'd you go? Why'd you leave? What have you been doing since I last saw you?"
"Hey now, little lady-"
"I'm older than you." I interrupt with a pout.
"My bad, Noona, I would love to answer all your questions and more but I have a previous arrangement I need to get to. I stopped by to...," he pauses to think, "confirm your continued existence and now that I know you're still alive I need to get going."
I snicker at his use of words and accept the fact, embracing him one more time. "Maybe we could meet up later for lunch then? How does 1 sound?"
"That works perfectly with me." He holds out his phone and I quickly understand his gesture, entering my number.
"Shoot me a text and I'll send you the details, can't wait to talk again, Minnie."
"Same here." Pausing, he stares at me with a small smile and his face visibly relaxes, "I've missed you, Y/N."
"I've missed you too."
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12:15
The cafe's door opens, for what seems like the millionth time today, releasing a familiar jingle. A thin man dressed in all black enters and I almost mistake him for Jimin. Strangely enough, instead of going to the counter to order, he heads to a table and takes a seat.
His face is covered by dark sunglasses and long bangs, making it difficult to identify facial features and adding to his mysterious aura. Maybe he's waiting for someone.
About 30 minutes have passed since the man entered and he still hasn't ordered, I get prompted to go over to his table.
"I-I'm sorry, sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to order from our menu or leave." Stupid stutter. Gosh, why couldn't Namjoon do this. "Y-You see, our establishment is a bit crowded today and our seating is reserved for customer so-"
Interrupting my monologue and without responding, he stands up and walks over to the counter to order a drink from the other barista. Rude.
Well that was some unnecessary stress, I turn and check the time, seeing 1 o'clock approaching. I scan the room and notice a small table near the entrance had just been vacated. The table still needed cleaning, so I clear it off and wipe it down before changing out of my work clothes and sitting at it to begin my wait.
My coffee had become lukewarm, Jimin has got to be at least 30 minutes late by now, I wonder if something happened to him. Sitting near the front window allows me to be able to quickly catch him when he comes in but it doesn't seem like he ever will. My mood drops as I rest my head in my hand and continue staring out into nothing.
*Clink*
Suddenly, a glass of water gets set in front of me, startling me slightly. I look up to see Namjoon with his usual cold expression, looking down onto me, "You've been here for a while, waiting for someone?"
That's odd, he doesn't usually converse with me.
"Yeah," I smile, hoping to get on friendlier terms with him, "He was supposed to be here over half an hour ago."
Namjoon flinches when I respond, his face turns sour and he turns to walk away without saying anything. That's the second time someone's done that to me today.
Just moments after that brush, the door bells go off and my head snaps to the door. A soft smile spreads across my face as I see who it is.
"Jimin!" I get up, ready to jump into his arms.
*CRASH !!*
A glass is dropped and shattered. Turning towards the sound, Namjoon is seen standing over the mess, his eyes wide and fixed. I follow his line of sight to Jimin, who is staring at Namjoon all the same.
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well this took a while
(edit: wow i noticed a lot of mistakes and went back to fix them,, my bad)
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