2 Best Day Of My Life

I was still recuperating, so I was back at one of our hotels while the guys were out for a rehearsal, some interviews, and a fansign. Fansigns brought back a lot of memories for me. I had actually gone to many fansigns before Yoongi and I had started dating. I giggled at all the memories that came flooding back. We had actually met here in Oberhausen, Germany. I had been visiting Jasmine, one of my closest friends, and we had gone to a concert. This had been shortly after a fansign that I had gone to while in Japan. I had dedicated my life, outside of writing, to meeting BTS.

I couldn't help letting the memories wash over me and sweep me away…

The day after the concert, Jasmine had taken me to a local coffee shop that was kind of a hidden gem. It had great coffee, but because it was out of the way, not many people went there. BTS had performed their last concert in Germany and were taking a short break before finishing their world tour, and I had a big deadline coming up. I needed a new chapter of my story sent to my publisher before the end of the week. So there we were, in a quiet coffee shop. I couldn't work without coffee. Jasmine ordered herself a coffee and told me to text her when I was finished, and she would come back and get me.

I ordered a vanilla chai latte and headed over to the condiments counter. I was a sugar fiend—in more ways than one. I was checking my phone and not paying attention to what was going on around me as I reached out and grabbed for some packets of sugar. My hand met with someone else's. It was warm, and I felt a shock go down my body. This scared me, and I felt the need to apologize. I started to speak before turning around, "I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention."

"No, I'm sorry," a deep voice echoed, and I looked to see the literal man of my dreams before my eyes. Min Yoongi, better known as BTS's Suga.

The lights faded, the sounds of the workers and few customers silenced, and the room spun as everything faded around me but the two of us. I wanted to pinch myself to see whether or not I was dreaming. I casually pinched my leg, and a sharp pain rose to the surface, and I realized that this wasn't a dream. I had to say something quickly before I looked even weirder than I probably already did. But luckily, or maybe not, depending on how you look at it, Yoongi spoke up before I could.

"Don't I know you? I'm pretty sure I've seen you more than a handful of times at concerts and fansigns. You're not stalking me or something, are you?" he teased.

I gasped and took a step back away from him because it took me a few moments to realize he had meant this as a joke. "Haha! Of course not. I'm pretty sure I was here before you anyway. And my friend tells me not many people know of this place... Someone must have done their research and found this place for you," I said, rambling as my cheeks flushed. I wanted to run, but my feet were sinking into the floor, and I could no longer move.

Yoongi apparently thought this was the most hilarious thing in the world because he let out a hearty laugh before continuing. "What was your name again? It starts with a…′K' right?" Yoongi questioned.

I stared at him with my eyes wide as I nodded my head slowly in acknowledgement. "Um, yes. It's Kisara," I squeaked out as I tried my best to speak in a normal voice. By the smirk on his face, I could tell that he was very amused. I shuffled my feet back and forth and looked down at the ground.

"Anyway… sorry about before. I don't want to take up too much of your time. I'm sure you have things to do, as well," I mumbled just as my name was being called for my order. I smiled to him and went over to grab my drink. Sitting down at a nearby table, I placed my cup down, poured in my sugar packets and stirred it briskly before taking a sip. It was just as delicious as Jasmine promised. Little did I know that as I was setting up my laptop, Yoongi got his drink and moved over to sit next to me. I turned to stare at him in disbelief and cleared my throat as my cheeks began to flush again.

I didn't know what to do. Yoongi normally didn't like to meet new people... Then again, we'd met several times before. I pulled up my story and tried to concentrate on my work, but it was impossible to do with this gorgeous man just staring at me while he sipped his coffee. It soon became clear that there was at least one reason he was so interested in me.

"So, I'm going to be straight with you... I feel... inspired to write a song about you. I go with the flow and write anytime and anywhere. You... as a fan... I want to write a song about you. I've seen your before, I've read some of your letters. You have a story, and I'd like to help tell it," he began to bluntly explain to me.

I tried my hardest not to laugh. Don't get me wrong! It was flattering, but it was also ironic, considering that's what I did, just in a different way. My main male lead in my story had been inspired by Yoongi, and considering how close my deadline was, I could use some extra inspiration.

"I'll tell you what, Yoongi... I will do my best to help you if you help me. I'm a writer, and you inspired a story within me that I'm struggling to tell... So maybe, getting to know each other would help," I offered sheepishly. I was doing my best to sound somewhere between casual and businesslike, but I found this to be quite challenging. I couldn't believe I was talking to him outside of a BTS-designated event. I could literally die and be the happiest girl on earth in this moment, and I would have very few regrets. Yoongi looked at me in concern, and I realized that I had stared off into space while looking at his handsome face.

"You okay, there? I lost you for a minute, Kisara. Sounds like a plan. I have only a bit of time today, but we can exchange numbers and talk when it's a convenient time for both of us," he stated as he pulled out his phone to add my number. I nodded and pulled out my phone and handed it to him so he could input his data, and he gave me his phone in return. He winked at me as we put our phones away, and I was clearly flustered. "I'll talk to you later then. It was nice seeing you again," he picked up his coffee, waved, and proceeded to leave the coffee shop. I couldn't believe what just happened and called Jasmine right away!

I could feel myself slowly coming back to the present, and I looked around, smiling to myself as I reminisced about the early days of our budding relationship. They were certainly times to be envious of.