❁ When You Were My Firsts ❁

Welcoming basket

I started off as the new neighbour moving into the foreign street.

You were the first one to come at my door with a welcoming basket in your hands.

You said your name was Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook. You lived alone in the building that was just on the left side of mine.

I told you that my name was Park Jimin. Than you replied telling me that it was a pretty name.

Maybe I was too flattered, or that I realized I was looking deeply into his ebony eyes.

But I asked you to come inside for a cup of coffee.

Boxes were littered on the wooden floors some furniture put in place. You sat at the kitchen table as I rummaged through the box that said kitchen supplies and I took out the coffee machine.

"How do you like your coffee?"
"I prefer my coffee black." His smooth velvety voice echoed in the room.

Pouring the liquid into mugs from another box, I place his cup in front of him receiving a small "Thank you." From the other male.

I sat at the other end of the table opening small packets of sugar and putting it into my coffee.

"You like sugar in your coffee?"
"Yeah, I do."

Little did I know that being around him, would end up being bittersweet.