Prompt given to me by @taegguki_ (thanks fam)
"Yo," I said to shorter male sitting across from me, casually sipping his coffee.
"Hm?" Jimin replied, not even sparing me a glance from his phone.
"Look at that guy over there," I said in Italian.
Jimin, of course, immediately looked up. When we use our second language, we're either
a) talking to an old friend back from when we studied abroad
or
b) talking about some cute guy behind his back
In this case it happened to be b.
"Oh my gosh . . . " Jimin paused, mouth hanging wide open. "Can I have him?"
We didn't bother speaking quietly because there was almost no one in Korea that knew Italian. If they knew another language, it was most likely English or Japanese.
"No!" I said. "I saw him first! Plus, you have Yoongi. I'm a lonely little pringle," I said, giving him my best puppy dog eyes.
"Ugh fine, Taehyung, but you owe me," he said, looking back at the raven haired boy who had caught our attention.
"Who payed for your coffee?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
After a bit of silence he scoffed. "Fine, we're even."
"Mhm," I said. "That's what I thought," I finished with a self satisfying grin.
"But seriously," I continued in Italian, "How can someone be so cute? Like, seriously God, why not me?" I looked up at the ceiling as if I were talking to Him himself.
"You need help," Jimin said, sipping his coffee and bringing his attention back to his phone.
Suddenly the cute boy from before got up and pushed his chair in, grabbing his bag and empty coffee cup on the way. As he was walking towards the door, he paused by our table. Curiously, I looked up.
"By the way, I think you're cute too," he said in Italian and dropped a piece of paper in front of me before winking and walking away.
Wait . . .
ITALIAN???!!!
I looked up at Jimin. By the look on his face I could tell that he had heard it too. He can speak Italian. He heard our whole conversation. Holy sh-
"We can freak out over that fact that he understood us later, but first, what's in that paper?" Jimin asked, eyes wide and phone forgotten.
I opened the paper, my mind only half focused. He freaking understood me. Unbelievable.
Inside the folded piece of paper was a phone number. His phone number.
Jimin took a sip of his coffee. "I think you just got yourself a boyfriend."
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A/N
This book reached 3k! I'm so incredibly thankful for everyone who has kept reading. Thank you so much!
