Chapter 1
Freshly made coffee early in the morning is the best thing in the world. The light smokey aroma hitting my nose, waking me up little by little, what a perfect way to start the day. Sipping my coffee and making my way down the stairs stopping at the end as my eyes halt at the view.
Yes ..this is my coffee shop. I always wanted one when i was child. Coffee always had a strong connection with me. Ever since i could remember my mom used to be a coffee lover. Everyday in the morning before her chores were at routine, first thing she would do was to make herself a coffee. The smell curving its way to every possible direction and spreading the bittery aroma across my little nose. Even though i was a young soul i was fond of it. I used to drink the last sip of my mother’s coffee every time she would have it and she never forgot to do it so. It was our little thing. (sigh) How much i miss her. If only she were here now, she would have seen that i actually made my dream come true.
Taking another sip i get ready to start for the day. As i walk towards the door of the shop and flip the open sign i hear a sudden commotion. I try to trace the root of it turning my head i find my self to see a person leaning against the window, trying to hide perhaps? I make my way to see through the windows what made him do his action, only to see a group of screaming girls running and scouring the area like some treasure hunt.
“Was he hiding from them? but why?” these question kept turning in my head over and over again. Then i looked over to the figure that looked like a young boy....with mask on his face, that made me sure of the situation that he was hiding from those girls searching for their prey. Almost feeling sorry for him i looked over to the girls shaking my head and i don’t know what took over me, i quickly went over to him and grabbed him by the shirt and back to the shop as soon as i saw those hunters coming his way. As we entered the shop i wrapped my hand over his mouth making sure not a sound came out of him, afraid that they might actually hear us. Pressing him against the wooden door and trying to scan the area to make sure they were out of sight or hoping gone. Being too much wrapped in to the situation i nearly forgot how close we were to each other or should i say how inappropriately close. After a few moment i let out a big sigh, as i see no sign of the girls. As i was about to speak out the words, confirming him that he is free to go, i realized my situation with him, meeting his eyes fixed on me. Although i couldn’t make anything out of his expression but one thing is sure that he was as surprised as i was about our current position.
You see what a normal person would have done was to move away quickly but no.. not me... i stood my ground there reading out his godly features even though half of it was covered, but that didn’t stop from learning his every detail. Big round eyes, perfectly shaped eyebrows, my eyes collecting all of the beauty but wasn’t satisfied.
The mask was in the way.
The curious little one as i am, reached out to move his facade... hesitating a little or should i say more like giving him time to stop me from doing my action. But i did not see any sort of that. Still to be sure i looked in to his eyes for any kind of warning... still none found. So i carefully with one hand removed his mask revealing his other half- his perfect buttoned nose and his perfect rosy lips. As soon as i placed my eyes on his lips i saw it parted a little bit letting a puff of air; minty .
I tried to distract myself from his kissable lips; looked up when i noticed a scar on his left cheek. It was too faded to be noticed but when you are this close it’s pretty clear. I let out a light chuckle, in the sense of relief. Finally i found an imperfect perfection on him otherwise his godly features would have been too true to be in exist. My instinct controlled my fingers to trace his scar. It was a feathery touch because i felt like if i touched too harshly he might get hurt or something. And as i imagined his skin felt like a baby butt ... so soft. After a long settlement i gather my self to ask him.
Me- how did you get it?? (i breathed out)
HIM- what..? (even his voice was as mesmerizing as his face structure, very smooth and subtle)
Me- the scar ... how did you get it? (clearly i was more curious and sad at the same time)
HIM- .....(he kept silent for a moment probably contemplating to answer or not)
Me- (i looked at him to see his eyes trying to read my mind. probably i was too forward) it’s okay if you don’t want to tell.(i say as i started to let loose of myself from him)
HIM- (clearly sensing my disappointment he quickly responded holding my wrist in the process) i got this from having a fight with my brother to get the computer first when i was little.
Me- (after an appeasement i smiled at the thought of him fighting with his brother as a little kid) does it hurt?? (i close the distance and touch his mark with extra care)
HIM- No... it was many years ago.
Me- (after his promise i pressed it a little bit for my own assurance. it was just a scar but it looked beautiful on him. am i going crazy that i kind of fell for his scar. as he did not flinch i say) hmm ... thank god. (as i turn away from him)
HIM- is it that bad... is it too well scarred to be noticed?? (i can sense a bit of apprehension in his voice)
Me- (i turned again to face him with a questioning look) why do you ask?
HIM- (he let out a sarcastic smile) i tried so many things to make it fade away or at least look so less obvious.
Me- (sensing where he was going with it i asked) does it bother you that you loathe it so much? or is it someone else's opinion?
HIM- why and who wouldn’t it bother, if they have any kind of flaw? wouldn’t you?
Me- (i just smiled and lift up my right leg fabric of the pant i was wearing and revealed a scar). it really doesn’t bother me cause now it’s a part of which i can’t get rid of.... so i learned to except it.
HIM- (his eyes softened as he slowly plodded his way to me and bent himself to see the scar) how...? (was the only words he mustered out)
Me- i was a restless child... my irresponsible self got me this. A three wheeler trampled me over.( as i was reminiscing, my eyes shot open when i felt a subtle touch of a cold finger on my skin. it felt so tingly but yet so delicate. he was trailing out the shape of the wound)
HIM- Does it hurt?
Me- doesn’t hurt but it feels a little tingle when touched. (i smile to assure him)
HIM- (he got up from his position and looked at me and questioned) what’s your name?? if you don’t mind me asking?
Me- (i was a little taken a back by his sudden inquiry) Miracle. my name is Miracle. what’s yours??
HIM- Jungkook. My name is Jungkook. Thank you Miracle for saving me. The name truly defines you. You were a miracle sent to me at the right time. (he said as he smiled sweetly).
THE END.
