Despite his close friend Hoseok smelling like it all the time, he never really got used to it. Namjoon would wiggle his nose at the candle section of any store, groaning at the smell that began to irritate him. Hoseok would laugh at him as he saw his face when he pushed the candle away.
Everything changed the day he got coffee at a nearby local cafe.
This cafe was like a homey hole in the wall and he loved it. The fresh ground coffee smell, the one textured wall that his favorite spot is by-...
And it's occupied.
Namjoon stands still and stares as the person sips the steaming liquid in the porcelain cup. The small two seat table that used to be his private little spot was now occupied probably by a college student who needed the coffee just as much as he did.
"Hey you're up next." He didn't realize he was gazing and holding up the line. He fished for his wallet, mumbling a quiet apology before stepping up and looking up at the options. An americano, just a few sugars and low cream. Namjoon needed the wake up call. The man could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket but it was a small distraction as he continued looking to the right. Yes his cup was one chosen to go but he found himself still in the place and now he's walking to what was his table.
The shade he casted over her as he approached the tiny circle table was definitely felt but she still didn't look up just yet.
"...hi."
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Her head bolted up at the voice. Oh.
"..may I sit here...?" Namjoon swallowed the nerves as his sight washed over her face. He's so thankful for the turtleneck he has on because he can feel his neck turning red.
He wants to drown in her irises as he gazes through her glasses. "Yes.." She nodded once and continued sipping. Namjoon sipped as well, his shaky eyes looking from her warm colored lips that pressed against the white shiny mug to her eyes which stared right back at him. He has to say something, start up a conversation, smile, anything but stare like some creep.
"..uh.." His cup was sat back down onto the table and his fingers nervously tapped around it. "..this..um..is my favorite spot in the cafe."
"All the way back here?" She whispers, looking around. "Would you like me to move-"
"No no no! " He shook his head, one side of his mask falling off of his ear. "I mean...I kinda like the company." He sighed, letting his broad shoulders sink. "I'm usually right here alone."
