try me . .
you had your arms wide open, to a far away distance toward the big boy wearing a sleeveless top, and cargo pants who was speeding to you.
mingyu took his steps, his hair flowing through the wind. your eyes went in awe as your boyfriend quite resembled a little puppy making its way to its owner. you also couldn't help but admire how similar the sequence was just like how you were about to meet him for the first time.
you bolted as soon as you landed your feet on the ground to the address your best friend texted you a few weeks ago to meet her, her boyfriend that she has been dating for six months and all his other friends; sharing acquaintances, how fun.
the hanok restaurant was . . close by, your best friend swore yet here you are finding the correct restaurant after rampaging the streets of seoul for maximum ten minutes.
it concludes: you are being late for one hour and forty-five minutes. oh, you are dead.
“please, can i know where room six is?” you asked the receptionist, putting your hand on your waist to calm your breathing softly. there were drums beating on your chest as you closed your eyes, breathing through your nose. the receptionist nodded, signing the direction that is: straight turn right.
before entering the room, you fixed your pants that were about to slip down from your waist and the strap of your top that kept slipping. “i’m here.” you announced, slamming the door open not knowing how loud the ‘bang’ would actually sound, startling yourself.
sitting down on the floor were four men, and your best friend. the atmosphere seemed to tighten, nobody greeted, or spoke a word. “hi, my love.” you dropped your tote bag, launching yourself on your best friend who had her eyebrows raised, with an unimpressed expression on her face.
“you forgot about the dinner, didn’t you? i swear to god, why do i ev-” your best friend scolded, narrowing her eyebrows.
you quickly shook your head, “the meeting with my groupmate ran late. i promise i did not forget.” you blurted out in her ears while giving her a side-hug, she did not respond back. you retreated back, pouting with a puppy expression. “i will do the laundry for one whole month.” you gave in, your best friend rolled her eyes, pushing your embrace away from her.
just that meant; you knew you were forgiven.
happily you sat next to her, completely forgetting the presence of four men. “sorry, can i know who the boyfriend is here?” you asked, waving among the men, the pale skinned, sharp jawline and a soft smile raised his hand. “my name is dongmin.” he forward his hand out to shake, you reciprocated, “oh, yes. im y/n.”
it was not creepy for sure, since you trust your best friend’s choice and you will trust her boyfriend’s friend but there was a certain piercing gaze that kept itching to look at. you glanced at the end to see a dark-haired man covering his eyes partly, his little mole of the tip of his nose, and the light smile ghosting on his lips to greet you.
you smiled back, not breaking any conversation.
“aren’t you guys super famous?” you asked, purely out of curiosity. a few chuckles came, you twisted your neck to see your best friend shaking her head in complete disgust. it was not your fault that you were majoring in law, attending three different lectures every three days, and taking part in hearing some cases done in university while she was modeling with top actors, idols, walking on runways and spending days in paris because it is 'sponsored.'
a blonde haired man nodded, “i mean i would say i sing as my source of income.” you laughed at the humour presenting to cut the tension. “oh, i’m jaehyun. nice to meet you, i have heard quite a bit about you while waiting.” he continued, introducing himself and enlightening you with an amusing fact.
“nothing bad.” the puppy-like-looking man added, taking your attention from jaehyun. “i’m mingyu.” he leaned forward to shake your hand. you stared, not believing much words coming from him. “i guess, i will believe you.”
you noticed his hands were rough, calluses around his palm yet they were large enough that urged you to rest your hand for awhile but you slipped your hand away, meeting for the first time should not conclude to you becoming into a pervert in his burn book, especially since he is best friend’s with your best friend’s boyfriend.
there was one last guy that had not introduced himself to you, his doe eyes shining brightly, you gasped, “oh, wait. i know you. you are literally everywhere in seoul.” you frantically pointed at the man, “i literally rode a bus with your face plastered on the bus.” you excitedly mentioned about the banner wishing him birthday wishes.
“jungkook? right?” you snapped your fingers, waiting for the man to respond to you back. he giggled, his eyes shrinking, nodding his head. you had a shit-eating grin on your face, side-glancing your best friend to show how cultured you still are.
the tension was slowly vanishing away as everyone went back to making conversation about work schedule, next meet-up and moments that were eventful. you felt out of place amid people whose job is to entertain people, and be in the limelight while you are surviving over an internship that barely pays minimum wage, and by the time you return back to your apartment today, it is time to review all the papers of cases that were given to you. you were practically envying the group sharing advice with each other, and exchanging words of comfort that are reachable, understandable to each other.
"do you not like law?"
you flinched, shaking you from the daydreaming you were doing within the loud environment. you looked at mingyu, like, looked.
"how did you know?" you questioned, confused on how he knows as you did not mention your degree. his eyes widen, in realization. "she told all of us. sorry, i did not mean to scare you." he scratched his neck.
yet there was still that smile he gave before, but his eyes twinkled in interest toward you. the rush crawled in your body, all over and you could not help it, you cleared your throat. “yes. my older sister and my mom do law. so, i decided to follow the given footsteps.” you replied, smiling hence looking down at your feet.
feeling small under his gaze, “i think that is pretty cool of you.” he softly said, grasping onto his beer glass. the hue on the tip of his ears bubbled a laughter out from you. “i think you are cool too.” you replied, “this job, you do, it’s not easy.” you sighed.
he did not reply, as if he was recollecting his thoughts about you, or of you. “tough day?” he lowered his head, wanting you to look up to meet his gaze. you quickly glanced at his action before lifting your head up.
“no, no. thank you for asking.” you smiled cheerfully, breaking the gaze away from him. “i still feel terrible for coming late, please let me treat you guys to coffee or anything.” you pleaded, you long realized all of them have eaten dinner that you were supposed to eat with the whole group together.
“good, please feel guilty while you are reflecting too.” your best friend pitched in. dongmin waved her comment, “i would gladly accept your offer.” he smiled, his eyes disappearing.
you simply understood your best friend there.
with all the orders you received, as you wrote down on your note app, you wore back your shoes heading to the cafe jaehyun suggested that is a few distance away from the restaurant. you hummed onto random tunes till you heard the door sliding open to mingyu wearing his mask, and his shoes. “i will help you.” he volunteered.
you might be nonchalant about your surroundings that do not concern you. you knew what mingyu was doing; quick glances, shy smiles, starting conversation; you refused a distraction, especially a distraction that belongs to half of the world.
mingyu, you exchanged a few words with, is a complete heartbreaker. with that sweet smile, honey dripping gaze every time he met your eyes.
you refuse to become a victim.
“are you crazy?” you rushed toward him, poking his chest as he walked backward toward the room. “you are famous, aren’t you?” you questioned the obvious.
he nodded.
you gave him a forced smile, “exactly.”
he shook his head, “i got myself covered.” he ducked down to whisper in your ears.
you shivered, looked up to a smirk playing on his face. “then, walk five steps away from me.”
he whined, “i can simply walk with you.”
you sighed, giving in. “mingyu, we better not land on dispatch.”
he giggled, with his long legs, he was already next to you.
the breeze of autumn was chilling and that was the best part. the yellow leaves are falling down on the ground, observing people either still wearing shorts or some wearing long jackets to fight the windy weather. It kept you . . humanely sane.
“do you struggle with studying law that much?” he asked, staring with the same pinning interest in his eyes. you gave a sad smile, still gazing at the buildings looking small from where you were walking from with mingyu.
he hummed with no response, “what do you want to be?” he pestered further. you thought about that, kept thinking, but nothing appeared.
“lawyer?” you answered; more like questioned. question to yourself on will you be capable enough to become a good lawyer that helps the society, and get your mother off your back.
the aroma of coffee hit your nose as you entered the cafe, immediately workers greeting you. as you lined up to order, “it’s funny how much i want to know about you yet you do not seem that curious about me.” he whispered into your ear, ducking down to match your height.
you crossed your arm on your chest, “maybe you find my life interesting?” you clicked onto the note app on your phone to check the order just in case, you forget.
“no, it’s just you.” he flirted.
he was flirting, you wanted to throw yourself out from the window and let a car drive you over on how much you were begging your cheeks to not heat up. instead, you ignored the man, thanking you were next in line.
“here is the order. thank you.” you gave your phone to the worker, begging them to be quick. walking with mingyu itself was a ringing alarm in your head.
“you can try me.” he offered.
“try . . you for what, good god.” you covered your mouth, not wanting to laugh out loud.
mingyu shrugged his shoulders, “ just . . i would love to know more about you.”
siren rang in your head, everything after this would be completely dangerous. you know that you are attracted to the man in front of you.
“do not think much, just follow what your heart desires.” he said as the order arrived.
the silence this time was filled with the same tension that was in the restaurant when you entered breathlessly. you breathed out, a few steps ahead of him. you turned around, facing him while walking backward. he stared at you confused at your action.
“are you trying to court me?” you asked.
a smile broke out on his face, “if you let me.”
one step forward, one step backward.
“i don’t know if i should let you.” you playfully said.
he raised his eyebrows, “you hurt me.”
you shook your head, waving your hand. “how dare i wound you.”
he pouted, nodding. “do not worry, princess. one date will heal the wound in no time.”
one step forward, one step backward.
“i don’t know, i don't know . . you at all. ”
one step forward, you paused.
“and you are a celebrity, i don’t know if you are a good idea for my mental health.”
his eyes twinkled, with the same amount of interest filled, and the new hint of anticipation roaming around his eyes that danced on your skin.
“like i said, try me.”
there were no words exchanged as he attacked you with a warm hug, causing you to take a few steps back on how forceful his hug was.
you smiled into his hug, sighing at the embrace. he lightly patted your back in comfort; reminding you know that he is there for you, he is there. so lean on him, let him carry a few burdens of yours.
“how was class today, my lady?”
“i am telling you the chef hates me.” you groaned.
