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"Alright then-" Jimin patted Taehyung on the back as he reversed onto the street. "Keep at it, dude. I'm gonna head home first before my mom gets worried, see you next Monday!"
"See you!"
Now up to this point, the two of them were talking so loud that Jisoo didn't intend to listen in on their conversation - she just had no choice but to do so. And she couldn't help but form her opinion about it. That tall guy with the black hair... he had a tough life.
Jisoo watched quietly from where she was seated, as Taehyung walked into the café with a spring in his step. She couldn't help but notice how excited he was to finally have some cake. For all she knew, that probably his first cake since his last birthday. Or maybe, even way before that. She would never know what his situation was like.
And for some reason, possibly out of pure curiosity, she decided to follow him inside and take a seat at a table close to the counter.
"Alright, sir, I received 30,000 won from you and here's your 2,000 won change!" The counter lady said with a smile as she handed Taehyung his change. "I'll get your cake ready as soon as possible. In the meantime, please take your seat and wait for me to call your number."
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"Alright-" Taehyung said with a bright smile as he shoved the two 1,000 won notes into his backpocket. "Thank you very much."
Jisoo spotted Taehyung making his way towards her, and looked away quickly, acting like she hadn't been watching his every move this whole time.
"Yeonjun-ie! Choi Yeonjun! You better stop it! Mommy's gonna get angry..."
Jisoo looked up, only to see a young boy making a huge fuss in front of the counter as his mom disciplined him. Unexpectedly, the commotion had also drawn Taehyung's attention and he stared at the child, watching him closely.
"Mom! But I want a cake!"
"Yeonjun-ah! How many times do I have to tell you-" The little boy's mom chided as she squatted down to speak to her child. "We don't have money for that. I brought you here just for a cookie, that's good enough. Once I get my pay at the end of the month, I'll buy you a cake, okay?"
