08 | Coffee

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The next day, I decided to stroll outside.

Holding my wallet, I inhaled as I open their coffee shop.

You can do this, Y/N.

Everything went well.

I was already standing on the counter when I realized who was the lady standing in there.

His wife. Well, fuck!

"Good morning, what's your order– Oh, Y/N?" she happily called.

When she realized it through herself, she clapped and smiled at me genuinely.

And I hated it.

I hate it when she smiles.

I hate it when she acts so kind.

I hate the fact that she's too good.

Too good to be with my love.

And too bad that the painful fact slaps me.

A truth that I am not too good as her.

I am not too good for Kim Seokjin.

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