"u-um," miyeon sounded out. out of all the people in the world, the kim mingyu had to sit across her?
seventeen was probably her favorite boygroup. she listened to them everyday— on the bus, at work— gushed about them all the time to her friends, and even has him as her lockscreen. now miyeon was just hoping no one would text her so the screen would light up and her lockscreen would show up. not when the actual person was infront of her.
"oh my god, are you okay?" mingyu asked her, his beautiful brown eyes laced with concern. miyeon had to mentally slap herself to get out of the haze.
"i'm f-fine, just, get me another ocha please," miyeon responded—more like muttered actually— to mingyu. she made herself busy by pretending to clean up a bit with her now soggy tissues and moved away her tray.
as she turned around, she suddenly faced the tall guy who now had a hand wrapped around a new glass of ocha.