- the cafe.
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The cold autumn breeze swept through the air as I walked down the pathway of the park.
Colored leaves decorated the pavement and air as they fell gracefully down from the trees.
I was taking a calming stroll down my favorite park after a long and tiring day of work. I was an aspiring writer who stayed locked up in my room, where only the busy tapping of my fingers and my purring cat could be heard.
It was about time I went out and looked around the real world instead of staying in my imaginary ones. Although that would be nice. The real world wasn't very ideal but there's nothing me or anyone else could do about it.
I blush in embarrassment as my stomach made a loud growling noise and quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard. Thankfully, the part of the park that I was in was quite vacant with only an old lady sitting on a bench.
Maybe I should find a place to eat at.
My feet moved on their own and the next thing I know I was heading down a unfamiliar street. But it wasn't scary. It was pretty pleasant actually. Many of the buildings were made of old red bricks that were covered with overgrown vines, giving the place a fairy-tail village kind of feel.
A pleasant smell wafted through the air and I followed it to a small cafe. A cute calico cat was laying in front of the entry way and looked up at me sleepily before getting up and stretching.
"You're so cute." I quietly squealed to myself before crouching down to pet it once it started to rub against me and purr.
The small kitten gave me a cute meow before walking into the cafe through a cat version of a doggy door. I followed it by opening the door and was instantly hit by the delicious smell of baked treats and coffee. Two of my favorite things.
A bell attached to the door had rung, letting the owner know that they had a new customer. A sweet old lady greeted me with a smile before yelling out, "Son! We have a customer!"
There was slight shuffling in the back room before a older boy around my age had tumbled out.
"Sorry mom—hello there how may I help you." He fixed his ruffled hair before turning to me and giving me the same exact smile like his mother.
There was sleep written all over his face. From the ruffled hair to the puffy cheeks and the red indentations on his cheek that oddly resembled a hand.
I stifled a giggle before looking down at the treats, "May I get a strawberry cheesecake and an iced caramel latte please." I hummed before turning to him and returning the smile but without their signature crescent eyes.
It was silent for a moment before I notice his reddening ears and now very awake face.
"Jimin," his mom snapped her fingers in front of his face and he blinked before coming back to his senses.
"Uhm yes, will that be all?" he stuttered a bit between words to which I raised an eyebrow questioningly at then nodding, "yes."
He fumbled around with the pastry bags as I walked away to sit down at one of the tables and wait.
I wonder what that's all about.
I scrolled through my phone for a bit before jumping as a cup was abruptly put down on the table. I looked up to see who it was and it was the cute boy from the counter. He gave me a sheepish look, cheeks turning pink again.
"Ah, I'm sorry about that I just wanted to ask you something." I giggled at his actions before patting the space in front of me, gesturing for him to sit.
"It's alright. You just startled me." I reassured him before taking a sip of the drink and humming in satisfaction, "this is really good!"
"Thanks! I made it myself!" the shy look wiped off his face into a slightly more confident one.
"So what was it that you wanted to ask me?" I looked at him expectedly and all the confidence vanished from his face. It took him a few seconds before he could actually form a full sentence but I just sat there patiently with an encouraging smile.
"A-are you that famous author?" he finally blurted out.
I thought about it for a moment. Was I a writer? Yes. Had I wrote and published a book? Yes. But it had never really gotten popular and neither have I.
"I think you're mistaken. I have released a book but it hasn't reached many." my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Well actually I meant my favorite author...are you y/n?" his eyes sparkled before he got up and walked to a small bookshelf. Once he found the book he was looking for he let out a small 'aha!' and took it out before walking back to me and gently setting it down.
My heart fluttered at all of his adorable actions. I looked down at the book and gasped. It was my first and only published book.
"I had gotten bored and my mom bought a couple books for me insisting that I should read more," he traced the cover of the book with a reminiscent look, "I'm not the type of person to voluntarily read but this book had caught my eye and I had read it all in one day. After that I kept reading it over and over again."
Suddenly, he looked up at me. "And now I'm meeting the person who wrote my favorite book. It also doesn't help that she's really pretty so now you know why I'm all flustered."
Now it was my turn to be flustered.
"Really?" was all that I could say. It was if all words had been shoved down my throat, preventing me from properly speaking.
Jimin, I had assumed it was from his mother calling him, winked at me before saying, "yes really."
His actions caused me to have whiplash from his duality. My flustered state must have caused him to gain more confidence.
He glanced down at my uneaten strawberry cheesecake, "Could you read the book to me after eating? If you aren't busy that is." He quickly added.
Of course I wasn't busy. Even if I was I wouldn't miss this opportunity to read to a handsome boy.
I nodded my head before grabbing a fork and eating some of the cheesecake. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I felt him stare at me with an innocent look.
*smack!*
"Yah! Park Jimin. I did not raise you to be a creeper. Quit watching the poor girl eat." His mom had came up behind him and hit the back of his head with a rolled up magazine. I choked on the cheesecake as I held back a laugh.
"Mom! Why did you have to hit me?!" Jimin whined like a young boy getting caught to his mother before getting up and sullenly sitting down by the cat. His hunched figure visibly deflating.
"Sorry y/n...I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He said through pouted lips.
How could I not forgive him?
"It's okay Jimin. I'm almost done so just stay there and I'll finish up then sit by you." I stated softly before eating the last piece and walking over to him.
I plopped down beside him causing our thighs to graze. I ignored the butterflies fluttering around my stomach while opening the book.
During the whole process Jimin watched with a gleeful smile and almost jumped at the small contact, shooing away his own butterflies in his tummy. The cat lazily crawled onto his lap and settled down, purring as Jimin scratched his head.
I cleared my throat before starting, "The wondering prince..."
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Little did Jimin know that the book had been written after y/n had seen him wondering around her favorite park. His innocent eyes glistened in the moonlight. The tip of his nose red from the chilly breeze.
It was around the same time last year that she had saw him wondering around the park at night, all bundled up in his oversized sweater and large scarf.
Small giggles left his red, plump lips as he watched the squirrels run from tree to tree, fighting over one acorn while they were surrounded by many.
The calming innocence of this boy had inspired her and with that she walked back home to write a book about a boy she thought she would never see again.
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a/n.
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