"She had magic in her eyes even the stars envied."

Jungkook's P.O.V

Professionalism.

That's a huge word. So people need to think at least thrice before stating that word addressing them. They need to question themselves if they could actually do it 'professionally.' A blasé sigh breaks out of me as I take a glance at the watch for the millionth time. The employee bluntly introducing his products and goals, injecting the listeners with boredom.

"Another thing" The employee announces greeting his next point while everyone was already facing their resurrection due to boredom. Well...I don't know that much about everyone. But now I'm losing my patience.

After an eternity later seems like, but it has only been a few seconds, Dongmin recognizes my boredom as an exasperation laced sigh escapes from him.

Choi Dongmin.

The mature and most formal man I've ever met in my life. Business and deals in which he surrounds. Or the other way around, he's surrounded by business and deals. He's always a lifesaver when it comes to boring meetings like this. He has been there for me for a long time that I can't even remember when I met him. But I do remember that dad first introduced him to me.

And I used to hate him back then.

But things change quite fast. Now, he has become a part of my daily routine.

The first thought which comes to my mind that he must be bored too. But the second and exact thought made me roll my eyes at myself. He's annoyed by my childish attitude now.

"Five more minutes." He mouthes, from across his seat.

Five. More. Minutes.

Perfect! Let me plan my funeral now. In case I die out of boredom, I must not regret something after death.

"I think we should have a coffee break." Dongmin proposes, making some people a way out of the invisible pillars of boredom including me. I excitedly get up from my seat but still paint a straight face which I learned from Dongmin obviously.

To act mature.

Everyone pairs up with each other in order to enjoy their coffee break. While my feet take me to Dongmin who was still digging his face into the papers.

That's the definition of professionalism.

"Hey! Do you want to grab coffee with me?" I ask. As he takes a glance at me, before answering.

"Nah...I'm good." He utters. Scribbling something on the papers, not even glancing at my sad pouty face. That's one of the reasons I used to hate him back then.

Yes, I need to be pampered. And that's not a huge thing to ask.

Right?

Pressing my lips into a thin line, I give up after waiting for some seconds to notice me.

Fine.

I'd go alone.

Stomping my foot on the tiled floor, I push my arrogant self in need of coffee.

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The warm sugary fragrance lingers around the coffee shop. The air swirls with aromatic dreams and tranquil, an amazing wonders for dreamers. The lack of cacophony of crowds makes this place a bit rare which pulls me to visit this place more. Recently, it ranked as one of my favorite corners in the town.

The scarcity of customers here holds a bit of my brain on thinking why they don't visit this amazing place.

Pfft...they don't even know what they're missing on. In one way, it's kind of relieving that it faces a subtle drought of customers or else I won't discover this place.

My mind trails on the collection of caffeine this shop consumes. But my stubborn mind is always impressed with caramel mocha. So without wasting any time looking at the menu, I order two mocha right away. One for me and one for Dongmin.

Shortly after, I was making my way out of there with the mocha. But a small hesitation roams around my mind stinging badly. Whether he'd like caramel mocha or something else. I should've called him and make sure of it. A pool of thoughts drowns me along with a huge argument between my 'don't care' self and 'over caring' self.

During the war of mind...

Suddenly...

The mochas in my hand got out of its place by the impact of someone rushing their way in here.

Damn! What did I do!

A small figure backs away from the attack of the mochas splashed on her white cropped tee. Her long brown locks hide her face rudely, blocking my view while she examines her 'exclusively splashed mocha designed white-tee'. And all these credits go to me.

Jeon Jungkook and my careless mind.

"Crap."She mutters. Feral anger mingled with her soft voice creeps the hell out of me.

Oh no!

She's so mad at me.

Is she gonna murder me now?

"I-I'm so sorry." Bowing in forgiveness, I apologize immediately. The thick air of trepidation clouds me forcing me to close my eyes tight while bowing.

"Uh...umm...It's okay." She says. Her kindness conceals her anger as if it never existed. I straighten myself as I meet with a pair of brown orbs.

Actually, those are exactly not brown. It's a million hues of brown, making me question myself. 'What is brown anyway?'

The brown of sweet chocolate that melts from the slightest heat of love or happiness. But that chocolate also freezes from the cold harsh reality that is apparent in this world. Heartbreak, or depression that she hid from all those around so well.

Just like I saw her last time with those eyes.

So exquisite.

So intimidating.

So familiar.

So coincidental.

"Jungkook." Her soft voice emphasizes my name. Her eyes glistening with a flicker of shock.

"Y/n."

[A/N: Damn...this chapter is so...uh...cringy. *embarrassed* *hides under blanket*]

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