“Hyung, why are you here?” Namjoon asked in shock when he got home. Jin’s shift at the coffee shop ended at 3, but then, he had a second part-time job at his parents’ law firm at 4, so he always carried his food with him.

Nobody could understand why he accepted that job as a part-time job, when it obviously gave him more money and in the end, it was what he had prepared his entire life for.

Jin was actually a mystery.

Namjoon wondered if Jin was making sure that he followed his orders. He better not, because Namjoon always made sure he did what Jin asked, and that would be offensive.

“It’s not what you think, mom asked me to take the day off” well, he knew Namjoon better than anyone else. “I was paid extra because I might be the best employee in Coffee Bane” Jin’s smile was as wide as his shoulders at this moment. And that’s a lot.

“Your parents always offer you more at the firm, yet you never accept that. How come you actually accepted this?”

Jin’s smile faded, and that made Namjoon feel guilty for mentioning them.

“It’s different,” he explained in a serious tone, “my parents do it because they know extra money would help, not because I deserve it”.

“I’ve heard you’re good, though,” he wasn’t exactly trying to make him feel better, but he wanted him to know that he didn’t mean to hurt him.

 “I’ll get the boys. It’s been a while since we ate out” Jin said, but before he left, he put his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder as he gave him a shy but grateful smile. 

Jinsol locked her room, pulled down the shades, and then she made herself comfortable on her bed. She didn’t want anyone bothering her when she was about to read whatever Jin hid in her school bag.

When she opened the little notebook, she couldn’t help but notice that Jin wrote using calligraphy. It was, to say the least, beautiful. If she didn’t know Jin, she would’ve thought it was an old man who wrote it instead.

She took a deep breath in and forced herself to stay calm. She changed the page and she began to read.

Dear Jinsol

I know you probably know this already, but I like you. It's January 31st of 2015 today, but I've liked you for a few months now. I don't know how long it will take me to give you this, but I guess it will take a while.

Is this scary? You shouldn't be scared of me. I wouldn't hurt you. It's just I didn't know how to approach you. I don't know much about you either, but I've noticed a few things. 

You're calm. You always wait patiently until your coffee is ready.

You're humble and grateful. You never forget to thank me with that sunny smile of yours.

You like routine. You order the same coffee everyday. By chance, are you afraid of changes? You shouldn't. They're always good. 

You're always cold in the morning, I know that because your fingers are usually trembling when I hand you your small latte with soy milk and one pump of vainilla syrup. Or is it that I make you nervous? I'm kidding. I know you're just cold.

You care about your loved ones. You never ask me to hurry up, but you often check the time just in case your dad might be late for work. Right?

But I don't think that's enough. I'd like to know your favorite color, your age, your birthday, what kind of foods you like to eat, if you look like your mom or your dad, if you like learning languages, maybe the name of your favorite song, or what you'd like to do for a living. 

I'm not as