A cup of coffee

It was quarter to nine when Yoon-gi took a break from his work. His stomach growled in hunger and checked the clock on his desk which read, ten forty-five in the evening.

He had been sitting there since nine in the morning and hadn't got up. leaned back to his chair, and felt some of his bones crack and stretched his arm muscles. He took his phone out from his pocket and checked to see his wallpaper looking at him. No notifications whatsoever.

He sighed and unlocked his phone and typed for a delivery app. After ordering his food, he put his phone on the desk and leaned back to his chair, closing his eyes.

A few minutes later, a faint knock woke him from his nap. He hadn't realized he fell asleep.

He stood up and stretched his muscles a little, then proceeded for the door.

When he opened it, a petite woman stood across him with his food delivery in a black leather jacket, black fit pants, boots, with a black helmet. He couldn't see the woman's face because of the tinted helmet, but her fingers pointed at him.

"Oh! You're Sugar, right? The friend of my boss' nephew."

Yoon-gi's head tilted to the side, looking at the woman carefully. Recognizing her voice.

"Oh, sorry." The woman took her helmet off, revealing her tiny face. She looked up at him and grinned, but then her face dropped.

"Are you alright? You look pale. Do you have a fever?" Hye-Ri put her hand on Yoon-gi's forehead, but he retracted in surprise. Hye-Ri also stepped back, embarrassed of her action.

"Sorry." She said timidly.

Yoon-gi, who was also lost in thought, shrugged his head and stepped back, guilty of his actions.

"Why don't you come in first." he offered, his guilt chewing him away.

Hye-Ri went inside and put the delivery down.

"Well, thanks for ordering. You should rest more, and get more sunlight." She stood up and gathered her things.

"I thought you're working with Jin's aunt?" He asked.

"I still am. I'm just helping a friend with his deliveries, he's a man down today so I volunteered."

"Have you eaten?" Yoon-gi asked suddenly.

Hye-Ri looked at him, "hmmm, I haven't. But I'll eat at home, so... thanks for the offer."

"Wait." Yoon-gi stopped Hye-Ri by grabbing her wrist. She was taken aback by his sudden gesture that she looked at her wrist then back to Yoon-gi.

"What is it?" Maybe he's too weak to eat? Is this guy really sick? Hye-Ri thought.

Yoongi took his hand back, surprised with himself. Never in a million years would he grab someone like that unless they're members.

"Um, would you like to eat with me?"

Hye-Ri blinked, "okay."

'Maybe he is sick and needs company. I've got time.'

...

I don't know why I said 'okay' but I just did. His eyes looked pleading like the kitten I fed on a street I passed. It's a face I couldn't say no to.

He turned for the sofa and put the food on the table there opened the package. "Sorry if I was too sudden, I just wanted a company. Besides we've already eaten together before."

'Just as I thought.'

I followed and sat on the available chair, which was next to him. "It's fine. Even if I'd only met you once."

"Twice." He corrected, putting a bowl of jjajangmyeon in front of me.

"What?"

He pulled something from his pocket, "I knew it was you when I saw you smoking outside the cafe."

in his palm was my lighter that I had lost somewhere.

"You were the guy I asked for a stick back then?"

I asked in disbelief.

"What's with the look? Can't I smoke too?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No, I'm just embarrassed from the things I've said that night. My god, I can't even remember everything but that was embarrassing." I buried my face in my hands.

I heard him chuckle, "let's eat."

After eating, I thanked him for the food and prepared my things to leave. He stood up and offered me a stick; of course, I took it and lit it up with my prodigal lighter.

"I didn't expect you to smoke, though I don't blame you," I told him while lighting his stick. The pressure and the workload from this industry is absolutely immense. The thought of knowing them from somewhere came to me because my friend told me to be cautious of this man, because he's an idol from the famous boy band BTS.

He didn't answer but looked at the view from his veranda. I followed his glance and the light breeze caressed my skin lightly. I had to tuck my hair now and then behind my ear because it kept flying everywhere.

Then I saw him move behind me and felt his touch on my back making me flinch.

"I was just going to tie your hair." He said, showing me a black hairband...

I looked at him and blinked a few times...

"But if you prefer you do it yourself, here's the tie." he said, handing me the tie.

"No, it's fine. I'm still smoking, I don't want my hair to smell." I said putting the cigarette between my lips.

I felt his gentle hands gather my hair on my back again, I could feel my heart beating faster, and I blame it all on the nicotine. I felt his fingers comb my hair so softly like I was being caressed by feathers. He moved so gently and quickly. I could feel his warmth radiating behind me since he was too close. I could even hear his breathing steadily brush my exposed nape.

When he was done, I was also done with my stick. he stepped back and admired his work beside me.

"I tried my best."

"You're best is good, thank you..."

I looked down on his hand and admired the veins sticking out of his pale skin, then his thumb caught my eye, to which I saw him retract his fingers in a fist.

"Your hands are attractive." I told him, so that he wouldn't feel embarrassed.

"What?" he chuckled.

"I mean, I draw and stuff and those kinds of hands are attractive to sketch to."

"You draw?"

"Little sketches here and there, but I'm more fascinated with hands. Like yours." I told him, pointing to his hands.

He only looked at me, like he was weirded out of my sudden boldness. He clasped his hands and tried to hide his nail bites.

I took my little sketchpad from my pocket. "Here look." I showed him my sketches. He opened the little note and flipped through the pages silently. My drawings were more of a person's eyes, smile, little sceneries, coffee shops, and coffee. However, it was mostly hands; holding hands, touching lips, holding coffee or flowers. If you look at it, you mostly see them aesthetically pleasing.

"The details in your sketches are good. They're beautiful." He said, handing me my sketch pad back.

"Could I draw yours?" I asked.

He smiled shyly, and I saw his pretty eyes wonder in all four corners of the room.

I giggled because he looked like the cat I was feeding near my house when I rub its ears, "For another time of course if you're up for it. I'm gonna head out now. You don't need to see me out. Take a rest."

As I got out of his studio, the building was suddenly too big for me thay I forgot the direction I went through.

'Was it this big before? Oh right I was led here by the guard'

As I walked towards the unfamiliar hallway, I bumped into someone on my side going out of the washroom. I was caught in surprise and stumbled on the floor, unable to catch my weight.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry! here let me help you!" he immediately grabbed my hand and steadied me up.

He was wearing a large black shirt and baggy black jeans. The height difference is greater than Sugar, and I've never felt more short. "Thanks," I muttered, still wobbly from the fall, and gripped his hand unintentionally. Wow, such huge muscles.

He didn't let go of me at first, making sure I was completely steady. "I'm good. You can let go now."

"Sorry. I was in a hurry, I didn't see you there." He said in concern, then grinned like a cute bunny. The young man looked so handsome that of a prince charming and standing next to him is me, a five flat shorty, who looks like a maid. His aura exudes the same as Suga, there's no doubt that I bumped into an Idol.

That I am ashamed of not knowing him.

"Since you're here, can I ask where's the exit? I'm lost." I told him.

he grinned again, the kind of grin that makes a woman sweep off her feet, "Ahhh, You're going towards the practice studio, the exit is the opposite way. Let me show you out so you won't get lost again."

I breathed a sigh of relief, "Thanks. What is your name by any chance?"

He looked somehow pleased with my question. "I'm Jung Kook." He held out his hand.

"Hye-Ri." I said, shaking it.

"Nice tattoos." He blurted out, looking at my right hand who was full sleeved.

"A couple here and there." I shrugged, still not letting go of my hand and examining the mandela lotus flower intricately drawn on my palmar hand with his innocent big eyes.

"Don't they say a lot of things? Sorry, for prying, but for a woman who has tattoos don't they say negative things?"

I get what he's trying to say, and I am all for it. "This is what I thought when I first had my tattoo, 'Fuck what they think'. The tattoos symbolizes every achievement I've made and reminds me to be strong. It blocks the negativity. People tend to think that tattoos are taboo, and the wearer is a criminal, but most people who have skin clear as the clouds tend to be more evil than the people who's skin is tainted. let's break the norm."

He chuckled, "Fuck what they think." he repeated chuckling to himself. "Here's the exit, I can only accompany you till this point."

"Sure, no problem." I told him and headed straight to the exit.

****

Jung Kook went straight to the elevator and saw the woman he accompanied earlier on the parking lot for bikes putting on her helmet. She gripped her gloves in and started her engine.

Jung Kook found himself smiling at the sight.

Thinking of how can such a tiny girl ride a big bike and have a mature nature in her. He knew that she didn't know him since she didn't know who he was when she asked said his name.

it was a refreshing thought to converse with someone like her from time to time.

He couldn't keep himself from smiling.