Him (#14)
Summary: Finally getting the chance to talk to the man who had been on your mind for a very long time Pairings: Moonbin x reader Genre: FLUFF Warnings: none
Word Count: 1.9k
The town was small, and because of that, you had seen him at many of the same places that you had gone to. The market, library, car wash, coffee shop, even the bar that you went to all the time. At one point, he had even walked into your flower shop and ordered flowers. You knew you were the only one that noticed how often you saw him. He was an unforgettable person. His eyes almost disappeared with his smiles, his cheeks puffing up with every laugh. He was a tall man as well, something you found very attractive. Underneath his formal wear, you could tell he also kept in shape. His sleek black hair often shined in natural light and whenever he passed by, he smelled of baby lotion and laundry soap.
You didn't purposely go out of your way to see him, although that's what it would seem like. It's that your routine was very similar to his. Was it weird how you had this little crush on this man that you had seen for years but he doesn't even know you? As an adult woman, a lot of people would think it was weird to have a crush on a stranger. That's why you kept this secret to yourself. So, you watched him from afar, enjoying the view on those days that you did see him.
Just like every other Saturday, you got dressed up and went to the local bar. You anticipated on seeing the man, but like always, you never got your hopes up just in case he wasn't there. The jazz band already started playing music and you walked over to the seat that you always sat at. After your first drink was finished, you heard a raspy laugh that caught your attention. You looked across the bar table and saw him. His eyes disappearing behind his smile as he spoke to the man next to him.
You stared at him in awe, amazed that a perfect looking human being exists and is in the same building as you. You sipped your second drink as you watched him. He was wearing a collared shirt that seemed to have a missing tie. The collar was two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The relaxed look on him made him look like a delicacy and you couldn't help but just stare at him.
"Why don't you go talk to him? You're practically drooling," Mike, the bartender told you.
You looked away at Mike and laughed. "Yeah, right. Me? That man wouldn't talk to me more less even look my way," you said as you sipped your drink. Liquor never gave you the courage as it did everyone else.
"So, you're going to just stare at him like a creep," Mike stated.
You gasped. "Is it that noticeable? Do I really look like a creep?" You brought your eyebrows together, genuinely worried that you looked like a weirdo staring at him.
Mike laughed. "Nah, I'm joking. But you should really go talk to him. What do you have to lose?"
You took another sip. "My dignity. I don't know what I'd do if he rejected me. I mean, it's what I assume he would do but for it to really happen would send me over the brink."
Mike cackled loudly, making the whole bar stare. You even glanced across and saw that man staring. You felt your face flush red as you quickly looked away and back at Mike. "Why did you have to laugh so freaking loud for?"
"Well, it was funny. Can't a man laugh?"
You rolled your eyes. You took a final sip of your drink and when you brought your cup down and looked across the bar, some woman was hanging over him. She was one of those unforgettable women, with long curly red hair and a little black dress to accentuate her features. She giggled at something he said and whispered in his ear. He whispered back in her ear and her smile disappeared. The woman backed up and walked away with a frown on her face. You wondered what they said to each other.
As you watched the woman walk out the door, you looked back at the man across the bar and caught him looking at you. You instantly looked away, in hopes that he didn't notice you staring at him the whole night. You tried to sneak another look at the man, but you made eye contact with him and quickly looked away again.
Damn it! Why was he staring at you? Maybe you had something on your face? Or maybe your face was tomato red from the eye contact.
You noticed from the side of your eye that Mike walked over to him with a drink. You turned your head fully and saw Mike give the man a drink like yours and exchange a few words. As Mike walked away, the man took a sip and as he sat his cup down, he looked back up at you. This time, you held contact with him long enough to see him send you a smile. Your immediate reaction was the widening of your eyes in full panic mode. Your breathing was now increasing as well as your heart rate and you just thought that you should leave and call it night.
As you reached for your purse and stood up from your chair, Mike walked up to you. "Where are you going?"
"Home. I'm calling it a night. I feel overwhelmed."
Mike slammed his hands on the bar table in front of you and you froze. "I just handed that man a free drink and said it was from you and you're going to leave just like that?"
You gasped. "You did what?!"
"His name is Moonbin by the way," Mike said smiling.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Mike, please tell me you are lying."
From behind closed eyes, you heard Mike laugh and walk away. You opened your eyes and that man, Moonbin, was standing next to you smiling.
"Hello," he said. Your breath hitched in your throat as you took a step back and stumbled into your chair. He grabbed your arm to keep you from falling and you looked up at him, seeing him close for the first time.
"Woah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he said with his raspy voice. His voice was smooth, something you could listen to all day. Like on a podcast or asmr. Although his voice was high pitched, it was the perfect tone as he spoke with his soft sound.
"I came over to introduce myself. I'm Moonbin. And you?" He said with a smile.
You looked over to Mike and he was staring and listening to your interaction with Moonbin. You look back, tuning back into the conversation.
"I'm Y/n," you were surprised you managed to say.
"I really liked the drink you sent over to me," he said raising his glass up. He brought the cup to his pink lips as he took a sip of the gold drink.
"Do you normally drink ginger ale with vodka?" He asked. "I feel like it's a weird combination, but it surprisingly goes well with each other."
You nodded your head. "Um, yeah. I got that from Mike. It's not all that creative but I shouldn't take credit for the drink."
Moonbin smiled. The proximity of having him so close was making your head spin and feel like your body was floating. You started to think it might have been the drink.
Mike walked over with a huge smile as Moonbin looked back at him and thanked him for the drink. "How's everything going?" Mike asked.
Moonbin nodded. "It's going good. Thanks for the conversation starter."
Mike nodded and walked away. You looked up at Moonbin in thought. "What did Mike tell you when he gave you that drink?"
"He asked me if you looked familiar," he simply said. You raised your brows, expecting a longer answer from him.
"And? What did you say?" You asked him.
"I thought about it. And I realized that you look more familiar than I'd like to admit. Would you like to sit down and talk so I can figure out why?" He asked with his smile never leaving his face.
The two of you sat down in a corner, the farthest away from the jazz band so that you two weren't screaming in conversation. You ended up finding out that yeah, it was a huge coincidence that you both had the same routine and went to the same local areas. It wasn't very common for you to recognize a face in town, so it made you happy to know that you two were just similar in those aspects.
You also found out that he is a CEO of some company that makes skin care products. It made sense considering how bright and clear his skin was. You told him you were a florist and he grinned from ear to ear when he realized how much he loved your flower shop and that his mom loved your flowers. After what seemed like hours of talking and getting to know each other, you felt at ease next to him. The bar was near closing and the two of you decided to take your conversation outside.
"You know, you caught my attention more than once and I couldn't help but be mesmerized by you. Is that weird?" You asked him.
Moonbin laughed behind his hand. "No, it's not weird. You want to know what's weird? We live in the same complex and you managed to recognize me everywhere in public except where you live."
You furrowed your eyebrows. "You do not live in that complex. The one by the park?"
He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, the penthouse isn't too bad."
You scratched your head. "So, then that means you've seen me before."
"Yup, every single morning. Since the day you moved in. Is that weird?" He asked.
"No, it's not," you giggled.
"You know, I had a nice time tonight. I didn't think I'd end up doing this, but would you like to go out on a date with me? Maybe this weekend?" he asked.
You raised your brows in wonder. You couldn't believe the man you had admired from afar is now asking you out on a date. "Yes, I would love to go out on a date with you."
"Okay, I'll pick you up on Saturday at 7 p.m. I already know where you live so I'll just knock on your door."
With that, the two of you ended up walking back to the complex, considering it was down the street.
"I wouldn't take you for someone that would walk to the bar," you told him as you approached your door.
"Well, I guess you'd have to wait and find out what kind of guy I really am," he said as he winked at you and left. You laughed and shook your head in disbelief. You walked into your house and shut the door behind you. You slid down your door and sat on the floor, reminiscing the events of that night. You genuinely could not believe what was happening and you felt like a lucky girl. You felt like you were back in high school as you replayed memories of Moonbin and his smile.
