Oh My God. This is it. Growing up your mom would tell you she thought you’d end up having a rom-com kind of love story. You never believed her, figuring you’d be doomed to swiping left and right until you found someone that you tolerated enough to spend the rest of your life with.
But this is totally unexpected. This is your rom-com moment. Holy shit, she was right.
You turn to see nobody but Jeongin running down the sidewalk. He’s still wearing his deep purple apron, and there’s a black glove on his left hand. He ran out after you on impulse, your heart can’t seem to get itself in check as he finally slows down to a jog as he approaches you. He’s about to give it to you, the grand love profession. Music swelling, rose petals falling from the sky, perfectly timed words and camera angle cuts. You’re ready. You want it.
“Jeongin? What- What do you need?” You can feel warm flames creep up your neck and find their home on your cheeks as you stare at him.
He smiles at you, bright and beautiful. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he speaks, “You forgot your laptop.” He says and oh. You forgot your laptop.
You try not to frown as you notice his non-gloved hand reach into the backpack he’s wearing and pass you your computer. You’re blushing even harder now, but for much different reasons than before, the realization setting in that you were too enthralled by your favorite handsome barista that you forgot your most expensive possession in a busy coffee shop right off campus.
“Thanks, Jeongin. I-” you laugh “I can’t believe I left it behind.” You take it from his hand and, oh God do you wish your fingers would brush as he handed it to you. How you wish the sparks would fly.
“No problem.” He says, wiping his hands on the sides of his jeans awkwardly and looking at you. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something and then he closes it again. He looks sort of nervous? Like he doesn’t know what to do next, and honestly neither do you.
“Do you need anything else?” You ask, half a whisper. It’s probably the dumbest thing you could say, making it sound like you wanted him to leave and go back to work. You don’t, of course you don’t. You want your rom-com moment.
“Uh, no. Not, uh, really. Have… have a good day!” He says and turns back around quickly before you can let out a “you too.” You swear you see a shade of pink painting the back of his neck and ears as you watch him walk away, dumbfounded.
Walking home, all you can do is replay the interaction you just had over, and over, and over again in your head. The flurries of butterflies in your stomach don’t go away the entire rest of the night. You giggle like a high schooler when you picture his radiant smile whenever he crosses your mind, which is about every thirty seconds.
When you open your laptop later that evening to look up a recipe for dinner you’re met with a teal blue note folded neatly on your keyboard. It reads,
Y/N
i see the way you look at me, and i’ve been told i look at you like that too.
truth is you’re really beautiful and i really really want to take you out on a date.
