You Were My Love

Scene 128 - Hot Cocoa

While Mr. Jeon Jungkook CEO was kindly getting their hot cocoas from the counter, Jimin typed fast.

He had received several – first regretful, then concerned, and finally worried messages fromTae Hyung, who, when he got no reply, had ended up checking on his best friend in his place. He had started to panic when he found the flat empty with an open window.

Jimin's thumbs paused for an instant over the digital keyboard, trying to decide which emojis he should punctuate his text message with.

Jimin lifted his eyes to see the photographer turning around with a tray-full of their order.

Since he didn't want to be rude, he rushed to conclude and press send before the tall male got back.

[To TaeTae :

I'm OK DW (OK finger sign) just needed some fresh air (thoughtful face)

I thought he was a quiet carer ... but now I've started to think he's just self-centered (broken heart)]

Once he saw Tae had read – and replied (with a bunch of goofy lines and a weird succession of emojis obviously), Jimin had a feeling that another burden was off his shoulders.

In the cozy warmth of the cafe, he felt better.

The previous cold left a burning sting on his fingers, but he still welcomed the steaming cup the photographer set in front of him while kindly smiling at him.

He whispered a 'thank you' and wrapped his palms around the hot mug.

Earlier that evening, by the time the photographer had reached him, Jimin could calm down, and now he felt quite embarrassed at being so pathetic.

The dark-haired CEO didn't seem to care though, as he smiled encouragingly at him.

They both looked around the very few, late night customers while sipping silently from their cups.

After so much stress in this emotional rodeo, Jimin was eventually feeling comfortable in the nice place the handsome head had suggested.

The pleasant smell of ground coffee and hot chocolate.

The low chit-chatting of the people here and there.

The distant clatter of the barristers and waiters behind the counter.

There was something homey in the choice of lighting too, and with the comforting warmth, Jimin felt like he was lulled to a quieter state of mind.

This place was really a nice pick.

He was getting dozy by then.

That would be so rude to actually doze off.

He took off his jumper to prevent it, and while doing so, he couldn't help but notice his benefactor intensely eyeing him up and down, with some glint in his stare.

Maybe it was his experienced pro gaze evaluating him.

Suddenly Jimin felt exposed, and ugly in his old, worn out clothes.

He quickly combed his hair back to a decent shape and started to apologize for his shabby appearance.

"I'm sorry that you have to endure such a poor style, even my look is pitiful -" he nearly snorted.

But the doe eyes looked up from their mug, and their owner held a hand up in reassurance while gulping and putting the beverage down on the table.

Some had dribbled from his mouth when he had slightly choked.

Maybe it was too hot, Jimin wondered.