A hitgirl met a barista in such an incovenient time, and they got close with each other, for some reasons. *** "Do you have some tissues here?" Yeoleum asked. The gray-haired barista gulped. ".....hi, I'm Jimin. Don't kill me." *** ________________________________ This story will contain a lot of cringe attacks, typos, and grammatical errors. HAHA. -MATURE CONTENT- *TOOOOOT*