"Park Jimin!?" a strangely familiar voice called out from behind our table inside K Cafe. Jimin turned his head quickly just to see the one and only, Kim Taehyung.
My eyes widened, I leaned my forehead on the table and covered my head with my arms, internally groaning.
"Taehyung-ah," Jimin said bluntly, "What're you doing here?" he asked. Kim Taehyung laughed, not seeming to notice me yet.
"What do you mean, 'what're you doing here'? This is my family's place, I own it!" he said with another laugh, "With my brother, Kim Seokjin," he said. I listened as his footsteps reached our table.
Reluctantly, I raised my head. We made eye contact.
"Oh," he said in an unpleasant tone. My eyebrows went up and down as I pursed my lips.
"Hey," I said, grumpily crossing my arms over my chest. I realized we were acting like children but I didn't care. This man was a nuisance. His entire presence bothered me. Jungkook was looking from me to Kim Taehyung and then to his cousin in confusion. Kim Taehyung gave me a look and then walked away, running a hand through his hair cockily. I exhaled sharply.
"What happened last night!?" Jungkook asked, his eyes as big as fish bowls. I shook my head.
After a couple minutes of looking at the menu, an extremely handsome, bow-lipped man walked over to our table.
"Hi there, my name is Kim Seokjin. I noticed that you guys haven't been here before, I always remember a face and I always try to greet new guests personally," he said with a big smile. His voice was so kind and caring.
How can this amazing, polite man possibly be related to that scumbag Kim Taehyung? I thought to myself. I grinned at Chef Seokjin and bowed my head in greeting.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Song Mi-young," I said holding out my hand. Kim Seokjin bent down and kissed the back of my hand like a prince. I giggled. He looked over at Jimin, who had a look on his face that resembled a baby eating a lemon for the first time.
"Ah, you must be Park Jimin, my baby brother talks about you, you're one of his only friends you know," Seokjin said, a hint of sadness in his tone, and for a split second - like a tenth of a millisecond - I felt a tinge of pity for Kim Taehyung. But only for a moment, then it vanished.
Jimin gave Kim Seokjin his signature cheeky smile.
"Nice to finally meet you Seokjin hyung," Jimin said.
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Bibimbap, jjajangmyeon, tteok-bokki, and traditional kimchi fried rice! I said in my mind, reviewing the wide spread of delicious looking foods. Chef Seokjin held out his hands and smiled.
"Please! Enjoy!" and with that he walked away. I let out a small sound to show my excitement. Jungkook - who had been sitting next to Jimin playing silently on his phone - began licking his lips hungrily.
"Oh! Wait, wait! Picture!" Jimin sang. Jungkook and I moaned. Jimin snapped out his hands and put it into selfie mode. After taking like a million hundred selfies Jimin decided to call over Kim Taehyung. I snarled under my breath in warning to Jimin.
"Taehyung-ah, take a pic will ya!?" Jimin asked excitedly. The three of us readying our poses of blank faces and small smiles.
"Yeah, of course hyung, only cause you asked!" Kim Taehyung said in a low voice. I rolled my eyes.
Once he walked away, I reached for Jimin's phone. "Lemme see!" I said like a kid. When I saw the pictures I scrunched up my nose in distaste. "You're kidding right!?" I whisper-screamed. Somehow, for some reason, Kim Taehyung had not been able to get me in the picture. At all.
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At least, that confirms that we both don't like each other and I won't have to see him again. Ever. I thought harshly in my mind.
"What happened?" Jimin asked, reaching for his device.
"Nothing," Nothing.
I turned my head towards the entrance to the kitchen only to see Kim Taehyung leaning against the doorframe. Staring right in our direction.
