방탄소년단
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it was absolutely certain.
he'd been pierced by Cupid's arrow. again.
How could she be so—
he buried his rose-tinged face in his palms
and just, giggled.
. . so pretty?
he could feel it again.
he smiled.
. . I wonder where she's from?
yep.
it was that. a hundred percent.
Gosh—her name!
I forgot to ask!
Ugh!
he was already walking
back and forth on his feet.
I'll ask her when I meet her again.
I hope I do.
I will.
When would it be?
look at him.
all struck.
he strolled on the street, a spring in his
steps and a bright grin. the day was perfect for a cup of caramel macchiato and a nice playlist.
he could only chuckle at an old couple he saw down the road, with a book full of memories and loving smiles on their faces.
Everyone is in love, everywhere.
and he hoped he could be one of them.
once again.
with a big hope and heart, he did.
he was determined.
he wasn't gonna let anything bring him down, even just for today. so even being stood in a long line with grumpy, impatient businesspeople waiting for their coffee wasn't enough to take his grin away.
"I have a hot, caramel macchiato for . . "
he stepped forward to the counter and nodded keenly upon hearing his order.
'That's me!'
"On the go or for here?"
what a familiar voice.
he looked up from the marble counter.
"Sir?"
'It's you.'
he smiled.
"Oh! Have we met before?"
and chuckled.
'We have.'
Many times.
in many dreams.
"Oh, th-the other day!"
she had such a pretty smile.
"A-About that day, I'm so sorry, again—"
Any guy would fall for her at first glance.
"Don't worry about that!
I'm fine, really."
she even laughed so beautifully.
"How much longer are you
gonna hold up the line?! Do you
own the store, you prick?!"
"I-I'm so sorry,"
"Sorry sir, sorry—to go or for here?"
he looked at her,
"Here, please."
"Oh. G-good,"
What?!
he watched her put the caramel macchiato on a tray with his receipt and a paper towel hurriedly, but he could only feel his heart pound.
"E-Enjoy your drink."
"Thank you, so much."
he took a seat near the counter,
glancing at her as he sipped from the
warm, sweet caramel macchiato.
bittersweet.
it was the perfect moment in
the worst timing possible.
Oh my god.
Her name! Stupid.
he hit his head onto the
wooden table and groaned.
I hate myself.
he looked up with a frown,
but there she was, giggling and
pointing subtly to his tray.
he raised his brows, pushing the cup away and flipping over the café's brown paper towel to find
'Love.'
and there it was again.
it was certain.
"Nice to meet you."
"You too!"
he looked at her as she tucked a tuft of her hair behind her ear.
"I'll see you again?"
"Y-Yes! Yes. Of course."
they both had that. that twinkle
in their eyes and that bright laugh.
yep.
no doubt.
"Thanks, Love."
like spring after winter.
it was nice seeing you again.
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