One more dance (BTS x reader)

Shiver

The next day, Irene insisted we meet at her favorite café to gossip about my "special honor." I wasn't surprised—she'd been dying to discuss it since the invitation arrived. Pulling into the parking lot of the address she sent me, I glanced up, and my jaw practically hit the floor.

"Are you kidding me?"

I stared in awe at the beautiful cream-colored building, the giant cursive words "Chattoway" displayed above the entrance. The sight made me groan inwardly. Of all places, why here?

I stepped out of my car, locking it with a quick beep that startled me slightly. Biting my lower lip nervously, I muttered to myself, "Why here of all places?"

"Because I'm good friends with one of the hosts, so she always keeps a table open for me."

I whipped around to see Irene standing there, grinning. She looked effortlessly stylish in a jean pencil skirt with a cute horizontal button pattern, a white turtleneck tucked in, and a beige blazer. Her honey-blonde hair was messily gathered into a bun, and her glasses perched cutely on her nose. I glanced down at my own outfit, rolling my eyes.

"Remind me again why I agreed to wear a skirt in 40-degree weather?"

The wind picked up, making me shiver as I pulled my cream long-sleeve cardigan closer over my pale blue-grey dress with cream lace trim.

"Because you're always in dance clothes and never get the chance to dress up—oh, your shoes are so cute."

I wiggled my right cream oxford heel and smiled. "Thanks! I thrifted them a few weeks ago, and you're right, I just never had the chance to wear them."

Irene ushered me to the door, and we were immediately greeted by the comforting aroma of coffee, vanilla, and sugar. I breathed in deeply, feeling the warmth of the café wrap around me. The décor was elegant, French-inspired, with warm, inviting colors and beautiful furnishings that made me feel like I'd stepped into another world. My eyes wandered up to a softly glowing crystal chandelier, and I whispered to myself, "I don't think I can even afford to breathe in here."

"(Y/n)!"

I turned to see Irene already at the barista's counter, waving me over. The café was bustling, but Irene assured me, "They're a little packed today, but she said we could sit here at the bar."

I nodded and joined her, propping my chin in my palm as she stared at me sweetly.

"What?"

"You're so pretty... Don't move."

She whipped out her phone and held it up. "Smile!"

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but smile, amused by her antics. After a couple of seconds, she turned the screen toward me, humming in approval.

"The lighting is nice in here," I commented, admiring the soft glow in the photo.

"(Y/n)?" a confused voice called from behind the counter. I looked up, and my eyes widened.

"Seokjin?"

There he was, standing in a black vest, dress pants, and a white button-up. I bit my lip softly—this man was seriously easy on the eyes. Shaking my head slightly to clear my thoughts, I asked, "What are you doing here?"

The question seemed to catch him off guard. "I, uh—I work here, yeah." He smiled softly, tilting his head to the side.

"Oh, how lovely. This is (y/n)'s first time here. I thought she'd enjoy the place," Irene chimed in, smiling at me as I gently nudged her with my shoulder.

"If that's the case, allow me to be your barista today." Seokjin slowly put on an apron, rolling up his sleeves with a focused, yet playful, expression.