1. A Simple Coffee
I see (Y/N) walking down the street. I try to guess where she’d be going this late. It’s 3am and she’s loitering around like this. I don’t know why, but I feel like I should keep an eye on her. Walking alone in the streets this late at night isn’t safe for such a beautiful girl like her. She looks to perfect. She has pretty pink lips, almond shaped (eye color) eyes, cute pink-ish tinted cheeks, and beautiful (hair color) hair.
Anyway, I snap myself out of my thoughts, and keep track of where she’s going. I see her entering a coffee shop. Why is she here this late? She won’t be able to sleep tonight! Am I supposed to go in and ask her her name? Should I ask where she lives? No, that’s be to creepy. I’ll just study her beautiful face and body.
I walk down the street for a cup of coffee. I really need it. I was at the library studying for my exam next Friday. I’m really stressed, so I decided to come to the coffee shop. Anyway, I walk in and hear the bell ring. I glance at the bell, then go to the counter. The cashier asks, “What can I get for you?” I look at the menu behind him and order a simple iced coffee.
I walk to the nearest table and sit down. I feel someone staring at me. I turn to my side and see someone turning back around quickly. I narrow my eyes. I don’t like when people stare. Then, I study his features. Black, long-ish hair, beautiful doe-like eyes, and thin, light pink lips. He looks so beautiful. Not to mention that sharp jawline. I want to look away, but I can’t. He’s to stunning.
I walk up to him without blinking. He looks up at me. “Umm... Hello?“, he says, awkwardly. I blink quickly and say, “I-I... caught you looking at me. Is there something y-you need?” Shit, I wasn’t supposed to stutter.
He says, “Umm.. yeah, I just thought you were really pretty.” I almost slap him in the face. “That doesn’t give you the right to stare.” His eyes turn apologetic. “I’m very sorry,” he says, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Usually guys wouldn’t say something like that. Why is he different? He looks down then I hear him mutter something that sounds like, ′Even if you are mine’ . “What was that?“, I ask. He looks back up. “It was nothing.”
I was lost in my thoughts, like always, when (Y/N) walks up to me. I flinch, as I didn’t realize she was close to me. To make it look like I wasn’t staring at her, I gathered all my courage to talk to her, to just say whatever came to my mind.
I say awkwardly, “Umm... Hello?” “There was a moment of silence before she spoke. “I-I... caught you looking at me. Is there something y-you need?” A look of annoyance flashes across her face before it quickly goes away. The way she stuttered made me think. Why would she be nervous to talk to me? I swear in my head knowing that she caught me staring. I couldn’t help but tell her what was going through my head at the time.
“Umm.. yeah, I just thought you were really pretty.” I could see the embarrassment and and anger flash onto her face. I watched as her hand balled into a fist and flinched as if she was going to slap me. “That doesn’t give you the right to stare.“, she says, angrily. “I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
My words leave her confused. I look down out of shyness and whisper, “Even if you are mine.” I hear her say, “What was that?” I look back up quickly, hoping she didn’t really hear what I said, and trying to look confident. “It was nothing.” I say. Why am I so awkward? Then, the cashier calls her name. She gives a little wave to me, probably just to be nice, then she walks to the counter to get her drink.
Something lights up inside of me. I want to talk to her again. Usually, I just watch. It was better that way, but now, I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away.
I get my cold drink, grab my bag, and walk out the door. As I open the door, I feel a tug on my wrist. I turn to see the man’s hand around my wrist. I roll my eyes. “What do you want?“, I say. He looks directly into my eyes and says, “Your name, and maybe your number.” I try to pull my arm from his big hand, but it’s no use. He’s too strong. I sigh. “Why would I give you my name or number? You’ve been acting like a stalker or something.” He doesn’t say anything.
He seems to intent on getting the information he asked for. “Fine. My name is (Y/N). Give me your phone.” He finally releases my wrist without a word, and hands me the device. I put my number in hoping he’s not some weirdo, and give him his phone back. “Happy?“, I say. He nods while looking at his phone. He’s so weird. I sigh. He looks up and says, “I’ll... umm.. talk to you later?” I nod then turn to go home, leaving him at the door. All I wanted was a simple coffee.
I smile in victory. I should get back to the house, so that Taehyung can find her address. Yeah, I should do that. Then Namjoon can help me find the best way to get her here. Seokjin can make an amazing meal for her and make her feel at home. Hoseok can help her feel happy to be there. Yoongi will relate to her a lot, so she’ll be happy to be friends with him, but not anything more. I might have to keep Jimin away from her for a while after they meet. He’s to flirty. He might try to take her from me. But later, they can be best friends too!
I smile just thinking about it, but soon I come back to my senses. I get into my car and drive to the house. I can’t wait to bring her here. She’ll have so much fun!