Perhaps Love (Jinsoo ff)

(1) #TeaLatte

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JISOO's POV

Leaving my book where it lay, I slid off the stool and strode to the counter.

"Tazo Vanilla Chai Tea Latte, please" my fingers counted out the money before I smoothed them out and laid them on the counter.

In seconds, a new hot cup was sitting in front of me. I paid and reached for it as wisps of steam spiraled into air. Carefully, I picked it up, put it to my lips and blew the steam away. It was always too hot to drink for the first ten minutes, but greedily I inhaled the sweet odor anyway.

There was something about hot tea in the morning that did wonders for my mood. I let the cup drop from my mouth as I turned back for my table. However, I'd only turned halfway around when I met up with what felt like the hard side of a rock coming the other direction.  The first splash of the liquid landed on my hand, and the shock from it burning its way through my skin tore through me.

"Ahhhhhhh!" without a thought I threw the cup away from me--right at the rock and in the next breath the rock replicated my yell.

"Ahhhhh!" reaching under his outer buttoned shirt that was one fourth opened all the way down, he pulled his now hot vanilla chai tea-covered white shirt away from his skin as he yelped in pain. 

"H-h-h-ot!"

"Oh! Oh no. Oh my gosh, I'm sorry" I said although the stinging pain in my own hand wouldn't let me focus on him for more than a second.

"I'm so sorry" battling to forget my own pain, I grabbed as many tissues as I could from the counter and started mopping at his shirt, struggling to undo the last few seconds.

"I'm so, so, sorry. I really am" I repeated.

A look of an annoyed exasperation crossed his face as he took the tissues from me and started wiping his own shirt.

"I think you said that already"

"Oh I'm sorry" I said in apology for apologizing too much, and when he looked at me, I knew I had better add something vaguely intelligent.

"I didn't see you there" It was quite a relief for me that there's still no people around here since its Sunday morning.

My feet carried me backward although my gaze never moved from his face or his frame. If I had seen him before I hit him, I would probably have dropped the hot chai tea on his feet in wide-eyed astonishment instead of hitting him in the chest with it.

My brain scrambled, searching for something to say. 'Sorry' came to mind, but that was the only real word I'd said so far. Just as the fight to get my mind to think of something better reached the boil-over point, another guy walked up.

Soft brown and semi-brushed up side bangs, a gray sweat shirt, and a tan not so deep he could fit very well as a leader of k-pop boy group, he was the epitome of the gorgeous people.

"What happened to you?" the new guy asked, surveying his friend with a smirk.

"Vanilla tea smelling third degree burn" white-shirted guy said, still wiping at the stain.

"You've really got to be more careful your hi-" sweat shirt guy said, shaking his head but he was being cut off by his friend.

"Yeah, tell me about it" the first guy looked over at me in annoyance, which caused my heart to thump against my chest. Cute but coarse, rejected.