YOU I woke up that morning alone. I looked at the side of my bed with my half-asleep eyes. There was no one. I opened my eyes slowly as I checked around the room. There really was no sign of any human, except me. I sat up and grabbed a bedsheet from the closet, wrapping it around my body. I opened the window. The sunlight hit my face. I took a breath of fresh air. I smiled, looking at the bright sky. Last night was so damn wonderful. I checked the clock: it was nine AM. I was really hungry. I quickly ran out to the kitchen to grab some food.

I was surprised while looking at a plate of sandwiches on the dining table. Who made this?

I saw a blue note beside the plate.

Good morning, gorgeous.
I had to go. I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up before I left.
You were sleeping peacefully. I didn’t dare to touch an angel.
So, I prepared a simple breakfast for you.
I’m sorry for messing up your kitchen this early in the morning.
I hope it’s delicious :)
P.S I would die a million deaths if it meant I could be with you.
This is my phone number, call me after. I want to meet you again.
JM

I read the note again. I smiled quietly, reading his simple note. He was such a romantic guy. He shouldn’t have written this message or prepared breakfast for me. Honestly, it was my first time getting special treatment from a hot stranger after we had sex like this. It was totally something new. Surprisingly, he said he wanted to meet me again. He even wrote his phone number. That’s crazy! He didn’t know that I was already taken. I sighed.

I looked at his self-made sandwiches. They looked great. I took one and bit into it.

“It’s good,” I murmured.

I was surprised that it tasted good.

I had music class before lunch, so I had to go to campus quickly. I didn’t want to waste the delicious food, so I put them in my lunch box. I could always eat them later after class.

I walked to class with mixed feelings. My boyfriend kept calling me since this morning but I didn’t pick up his calls. I knew he would say sorry to me. I didn’t want to hear any of his reasons that would make me argue with him so I let him be. On the other hand, my mind was still fixed on that Jimin guy. I saved his phone number, but I didn’t dare to call him first. Like, what would I say? Thank you for his mighty dick? Or... for his sweet breakfast? Damn! I couldn’t forget his handsome face. He had a cute, flirty smile. I didn’t know why he looked so addictive. It was impossible!

God, I must be crazy. I talked to myself.

I didn’t want to get involved in a complicated relationship. So, I said that I wouldn’t contact him.

But… But he said he wanted to meet me again. I could imagine that he was waiting for my call.

Or nah...

I sat at the front of class.

Majoring in music, still a junior.

This was where I met my boyfriend. He’s currently a senior in my campus. He has a gang called the Bangtan Boys. They’re popular here. They actually have seven members, but one is still in LA, learning dance. I heard he’ll back soon to join in the music field, though I’ve never met him. I only know the six of them, all of them studying music. They’re our tutors. A year ago, I started to know them. After intense meetings everyday, my boyfriend confessed to me that he really loved me. From there, my story began. Many girls were so jealous of me.
Many pussies tried to get in the pants of the Bangtan Boys, including my boyfriend. But they’re like elitist? They really didn’t socialize with random girls, except my boyfriend. He's very different compared to others. He’s like a social butterfly. He goes everywhere. Each room occupant in every dormitory hallway already knew about him. The senior students get boarding facility in senior dorm. I’ll get one, too, next year.

Professor Nam came in and greeted us. I looked up at him. He was not alone, he was here with his golden student, Min Yoongi. Shit! I didn’t want to meet any of my boyfriend’s friends right now. I should’ve known earlier.

“Okay, class. As usual, today Min Yoongi will help me to teach you how to compose music and help you to insert beats into your melodic elements, so pick up your instrument in this room and try to explore your skills,” Professor Nam explained to us.

We all nodded.

“Shall we start now?”

People scattered around the room, choosing their favorite music instruments. I quickly moved backward, so that Yoongi sunbaenim wouldn’t notice me. I sat quietly near the piano at the back. I thought Yoongi wouldn’t see me, but I was wrong.

“Taehyung is looking for you,” he said in his low tone.

I looked up. “I think you should teach me how to compose, sunbaenim.”

I smiled at him, trying to avoid the topic.

“Whatever happened last night, just forgive him. He didn’t want that to happen.”

“I don’t know what are you talking about, sunbaenim.” I kept smiling.

Yoongi stared at me seriously.

“So, you really didn’t know?” He asked me, checking if I was lying.

I stayed quiet.

He sighed. “That dumbass...”

“If you wanna talk about how he left me alone last night, I think this is not the right time.”

I stood up, leaving him.

That short conversation with Yoongi stuck in my head. What was he talking about? Something happened last night? What was it? I was worried suddenly. I felt guilty that I didn’t pick up Taehyung’s call.

It was lunch break, so I brought my lunch box with me and sat in the cafeteria. Since I didn’t want to meet my boyfriend, I chose to sit behind a group of people who were playing their string bass guitars. I opened my lunch box. I smiled immediately. That Jimin guy was so sweet. He melted my heart with his simple actions. I was eating the sandwich deliciously. Should I at least say thank you to him for this delicious sandwich? Without a second thought, I grabbed my phone and texted him a very simple message.

Thanks for your sandwich. Jung______

I sent it to him.

Unfortunately, it kept pending. I sighed hard. I knew it! How could I’ve been so stupid, thinking that his phone number was still active? He was a stranger I met at a night club for pete’s sake! I put my phone on the table and continued eating. I was about to take the last sandwich, when suddenly a strong hand stole it from me.

“Yumm! This is good!”

I looked up.

“Yah! Kim Taehyung!"

I stared at my boyfriend who was chewing on my last sandwich with his full mouth.

“You made this? This is really good, babe.” He kept chewing.

No, a stranger who fucked your girlfriend did.

He sat beside me, closing the gap between us. On my right side was a wall, so I really couldn’t escape from him. Suddenly, he put his head on my shoulder. I tried to push his head, but it kept coming back.

“Taehyung-ah!”

“Hmm?” He looked at me. He was done chewing.

“Leave me alone,” I told him.

But talking with Taehyung was really complicated. He seemed to not understand human language.

He shook his head. “No.”

I pushed his head again. “You’re so annoying.”

“But I’m still handsome though.”

I stopped. I gave up.

“Listen, I’m sorry, honey. I really am.”

He kissed my cheek. He cupped my face.

“Last night, I had something important. Urgent business. I swear, I really wanted to meet you so badly. Yesterday was our first anniversary, and I wanted to be with my beautiful girlfriend.” He looked at me, talking with his deep voice.

Urgent business? What urgent business? Was it the one that Yoongi sunbaenim kept talking about earlier?

“So, tell me what it is then...” I said, asking for his explanation.

“Anyways, I wanna introduce you to my best friend. He arrived in Seoul two days ago.”

As if nothing had happened, Taehyung quickly talked about a different topic. Yes, that was him.

In the end, I always gave in and forgave him. I rolled my eyes. I sighed so hard. I tried to figure out what happened last night, but he avoided my gaze. He was busy with his phone as he called his friend.

“Yah, yah! Where are you? Come here. Hurry up! You have to meet my girlfriend!” And he closed the line.

“Is he the one who’s learning about dance and Hip-Hop choreography in LA?” I tried to guess.

My phone vibrated all of a sudden. I checked it immediately. It was a text message notification showing me that my message just delivered. It was my text that I sent earlier to Jimin.

Taehyung nodded excitedly. “Yes. His name is Jimin.”

“Excuse me?”

I think I heard wrong name.

“Jimin, Park Jimin. Oh, sorry. I’ve never mentioned his name. But he’s coming here. He put his stuff in our senior dorm just now. The university administration accepted his request for free dorm just this morning. I’m glad he can make it on time. So, he got awesome room.” Taehyung told me.

Ah, maybe it was another Jimin guy. So many boys and girls in Korea named Jimin. It couldn’t be the same Jimin who gave me good sex last night. I tried to breath normally again. Too much thinking was never healthy. But I was not lying that I almost got a heart attack earlier.

My phone vibrated again. I quickly took a look.

You’re welcome :)
BTW, nice shoes. Perfect red heels.

I read it again to make sure about everything. How did he know I was wearing a pair of red high heels?

I wanted to reply to him when suddenly Taehyung nudged me.

“Baby, he’s here. It’s Jimin, my best friend.”

I looked up.

“Hi.”

I looked at him in shock.

He smirked at me, holding his phone.

It really was Jimin, Park Jimin, who gave me a wonderful memorable night.

I dropped my cell phone.

This is not real, I said in my head.

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