not meant to be meant • yeonjun

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> ? jinjja molla

"You look gorgeous." your best friend said, she was done doing your make up and you are well dressed. You are going on a blind date your mother arranged. A little part of you don't want to come but it was your mother who insist. Even if you want to take a step back, you just can't.

Driving your car to the place at Cintaku restaurant. You don't understand the name, it must be a foreign language. Walking slowly inside, you were mesmerized by the ambience of the restaurant. It looks like a flower shop but it is a restaurant. The scent and music were all relieving. Most of the people here are on a date, like you.

"Table, Ma'am? Do you have a reservation?" the usher asked. You showed the VIP card, your mother gave to you. The usher let you in and escorted you to the second floor, near the musicians. You sat with your yellow long dress. They gave out wine to drink while waiting.

The music was familiar. It was Spring Day! It was everyone's favorite song. The time it was released people everywhere were like "보고 싶다"

You searched up the meaning of this place. Cintaku means my love in Bahasa Indonesia. Maybe that's why the ambience of this place. The red roses and pink tulips. The place was perfect. You hoped that your mother won't disappoint you because it was 30 minutes and he still haven't come yet.

You already finished 3 glasses of wine served by the place yet he still haven't come. It was already 2 hours.

People started leaving the place and the musicians stopped playing the music. A frown was invisible on your face. No matter how much you are dismayed, you can't leave your spot and actually waited for him, you waited for nothing.

"Ma'am, it's already 10 pm and we are closing already." the server politely said. You stand up with heavy footsteps. Your makeup was still good but your face looks haggard. What a scumbag make you wait for 3 hours.

As you went downstairs, you saw someone also leaving. He had the same frown as you. You thought, he must've been also ghosted by his date.

"Thank you for visiting us." the usher greeted you. You smiled back to her. Your phone ringed, ot was your mother.

"Don't talk to me, he didn't show up." you answered and then ended the call quickly. You don't want to be rude but this is pure cruelty. You dolled up for nothing.

"I guess, you got ghosted too." he said, the one you saw while coming down the stairs.

"Yeah, life sucks." you respond.

"I hope her conscience eat her and hunt her every time. She just wasted my handsomeness. She hit the jackpot when I agreed on the blind date and then she is gonna ghost me." he ranted making you laugh. His face was really disappointed and you can see the wrinkles in his forehead.

"I totally agree how dare he. I dressed up like this and i don't wear like this but I only agreed because of my mother. I waited for 3 hours drinking that wine and ugh it was so annoying. He must repay." you said, joining him in his rant. You both laughed.

"Thanks men, I literally wanna cry to my mom right now but I let it out now." you said.

"You are very very welcome, by the way I am Choi Yeonjun." you stopped for a minute. Choi. Yeon. Jun.

Choi Yeonjun

CHOI YEONJUN!

"You scumbag. Why didn't you showed up I was at the second floor waiting for you." you said while hitting him and punching him lightly. He whines hit after hit.

He was there all the time. He was your blind date. You were at the second floor and he was downstairs. The dumbass usher is the root of this.

"I take back what I said now. I thought you ghosted me." He said, almost crying. Why is he so dramatic about this?

"I still hate you." you said, crossing your arms in front of you.

"I'll repay you for waiting. I know a place." he said and take your hand. He ran and you followed only to go to his car.

"Wait. I also brought my car." you said.

"Leave it here and pick it up later." he said and opened the passenger seat for you. He also hopped in and he start the engine. Somehow the waiting was worth it.

> okay i really can't write romance thingy... i'll leave it here.

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