Once in a while, I bump into you. You smile and smirk but never talk to me at all. It would be nice to exchange a few words. But I guess that is an inappropriate wish to ask for.

I’ve been watching you from a safe distance away. How you comb your thick brown hair in front of your white framed mirror, eat your yummy-looking breakfast and leave for work. May it be dance or singing classes. Or possibly acrobatia because you’re good at it too. You are good at everything, basically.

And here I am again. Sitting by my desk, staring at the computer screen with your picture showing in the website I’ve been updating the past few hours. It’s soon time for coffee serving before my lunch time and I bet that I’m the one serving coffee for the management workers, teachers or soloists. Not for the idol group I’ve been fond of since their debut times.
And not for the guy I kind of fell for a year ago, after long bias battle inside of my head. Now I couldn’t change my mind no matter what would happen. He’s the one.

“Darissi.”
“… Ne?” I woke up from my dreams.
“Time to deliver coffee,” my boss, Ji Sung, leans against the empty desk next to mine.
“Ne,” I nod. “Who am I delivering to?”
“Eun Hyuk is sick,” he glances at the extremely clean desk due to Eun Hyuk’s cleaning obsession. Eun Hyuk really can’t stand dirt at all and is also afraid of bacteria which is why he always wears some kind of gloves to work.
“BTS is not in the building today,” he starts talking and my heart flutters as he mentions the name. It’s sad but true that I haven’t seen them here the whole day.
“But they along the manager asked if somebody could deliver coffees to their dorm. It’s quite a long way away from here… You live close to them, right?” he asks casually.
“Yeah,” I nod excessively like someone was hitting my head with a hammer. I live right next to the building where BTS lives in.
“I don’t have time to visit there, so I thought you could do it this time.”
“Seriously?” my mouth is ripping apart and the smile on my face reaches to my ears.
“Yes. I’ll deliver for the soloists," he says and adds: "You must be happy?” I nod and bow at him respectfully. Ji Sung looks at me satisfied. He knows that I like the group, even though I don’t shout it out to the whole world. But he’s a nice man with his thick black glasses, checkered shirt and dark jeans. He likes to surprise his employees occassionally. And I do like him, as a boss of course.

With shaky hands I set the coffee tray on the backseat of my car and head for the holy destination. It was only that one time that I had the opportunity to serve BTS coffees and it was at the time I wasn’t so much into them yet.
But this time I was so nervous. I wasn’t even as nervous about the dance scene on an idol’s music video that I was supposed to be part of as I was now, taking the coffees in my hands and walking to their door.

Before I get a chance to raise my hand and knock, the door flies open and someone almost runs into me.
“Omo, omo,” he moves quickly from my way.
“Oh! Sorry!” I manage to save the coffee tray by lifting it up in the air as the short boy goes undernath it. He then turns to look at me and I can’t help blushing. It’s Jimin.
“W-where are you going? I have your coffees…”
“Sorry,” he bows for an apology a couple of times as he walks rapidly towards the stairs. “Gotta go!” he waves at me.

I stare blankly after him. This is just my luck! If I once in a lifetime get to deliver his coffee, he’s not even there to recieve it. I even wrote a little message on his cup… Not very meaningful. Just ‘BTS fighting!’ with a smiley face and a heart.
And it happens to be Jungkook who takes it instead of him, letting me have the last one.
“We will!” he smirks and winks at me after reading my clumsy writing.
“Good. Thanks,” I force a smile and leave the dorm without waisting my time inside anymore. I’m not going to give up.

Notes

This short Park Jimin fanfiction is beginning now. Hopefully you, ARMYs and other kpop fanatics, will like it! :)

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