Genre: romance Requester: hiuputih Author's note: Sorry it took forever! I made it extra long for you because of that hehe. Enjoy <3       Jihan sat in her favourite coffee shop looking through the window. One of the reasons she was hiding in there was because of the pouring rain outside. She turned her head to look at the waitress standing beside the table. “Your usual.” Jihan blinked in surprise. She hadn’t even ordered yet. Still, she couldn’t resist the warmth of the coffee in front of her. “Thanks Jungsook-ah.” Jungsook smiled warmly and returned to working. Jihan, on the other hand, was gazing gloomily out of the window. She wished it was sunny so she could sit outside to drink her coffee, but no, the clouds had a different idea. But it wasn’t all bad. Not when a certain man walked past the window. Jihan’s eyes widened as she tried to remain calm. His reddish brown hair blew about in the wind, kept dry by only a black cap that sat on top of his head. She frowned. The stranger was going to get soaked out there without an umbrella. She couldn’t deny that he was beautiful. As she stared at him, she felt her stomach flutter. In her eyes, he was perfection. Jihan sighed in annoyance as he disappeared from her sight. Luck just wasn’t on her side today. Or perhaps it was…? As the man entered the coffee shop, Jihan’s eyes widened. He was even more beautiful up close. She brushed away her caramel brown curls from her shoulder and sat up straight. She sipped her drink while looking at the man through her fringe. Some of her peach lip-gloss wiped off on her coffee cup. She smacked her lips together in the hope that he’d notice. The handsome man turned around, drink in hand. Jihan saw this as her opportunity. She curled her hair around her finger, flashing a friendly smile at him, not wanting to over-do things. He noticed and smiled back a genuine smile. It was only small, but he had noticed her. Seeing him walk away, she squealed to herself. Her best friends should definitely hear about this.   Yoongi slumped down on the bench, looking at his feet. He sighed frustratedly and pulled out his phone, wondering how to tell his mother about the bad news. He took out his wallet. He barely had enough for a couple of biscuits and a drink from the café. He truly was broke. He stared at the coins in his palm, before ing them back inside his wallet. Maybe he could borrow some money. He chewed his lip, feeling guilt rush through him. He shoved his phone back in his pocket. He couldn’t bear to tell his mum that her son was a failure. Yoongi looked up from his battered trainers. His eyebrows raised in surprise. He recognised the person as the cute copper haired girl from the café. He sat up, alert. Yoongi rushed into the café. At least he had enough money in his wallet to buy himself a latte and try to figure out what he was going to do. He looked at the copper haired girl as she was about to order. “Sir?” a young, black haired woman called out to him. Yoongi stepped forward and ordered his latte, paying for it. He watched as half of the money he had left disappeared into the till. He sneaked a glance at the copper haired girl who had just finished paying too. Yoongi looked behind him and muttered an apology for holding the other customers up. Yoongi had just started to daydream about the girl when it was announced that the latte was done. So naturally he went to receive it. But damn that copper haired girl had a good grip. “Umm… I don’t think your name is Yoongi, Jihan.” The black haired woman raised her eyebrow. The girl beside him sighed and let go. Yoongi smirked at her victoriously. At that moment, Jihan wanted to smack that smirk off of that handsome face of his.   It was like that for a whole two weeks. The two had barely spoken, but both of them knew the game they were playing. Every day, they came in and ordered their coffee. Both of them would race to be first. In their heads, they had counted the score. Two to three. Four to six. Seven to seven. That one time would determine who won their little game. They stared at each other before racing to the latte. Jihan had grabbed her latte, but Yoongi had other ideas. He latched on to it too. A little too tightly, as the latte spilt everywhere. Jihan glared at Yoongi. Yoongi smiled sheepishly at her. “You owe me, chopstick.” Yoongi’s heart pounded. The girl even had a nickname for him. “Of course. Another latte please.” He had started to walk away to his table when Jihan pulled him back. Yoongi raised his eyebrow as he walked away with his own latte. “Are you not going to wait for me? You owe me, after all.” Yoongi opened his wallet and hesitantly gave her the money for her coffee. He’d have to keep doing more small jobs to get more money. Even now, he was not going to give up on his coffee. It was the only reason he could think straight anymore. It meant he got to see the copper haired girl every day.   Yoongi sat across from the copper haired girl – Jihan. He stared at her in her beanie and pale blue dress. He thought she looked gorgeous. But what was he? He was just a poor, pale, thin boy who wore a polo shirt and jeans. He was nothing special, so why was she bothering with him? “So… I never caught your name. If we’re going to be friends I can keep calling you ‘that guy’.” Yoongi laughed nervously. He looked to see if Jihan noticed but she didn’t seem to have. “Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” Jihan nodded, remembering when Jungsook said his name before. “And?” Yoongi frowned in confusion. “Tell me about yourself. How old you are. Come on now, Yoongi, I don’t bite.” Jihan crossed her legs and sipped on her latte that had now cooled down. “Oh. Of course. I’m 21. You?” Jihan nodded. “I live alone. I used to live with my friends but then they settled down and moved out. It’s alright. It means I can sleep all I like without being woken up.” Jihan laughed, staring at the boy in front of her. She thought that he was a god. Even his voice was heavenly to her. “I live with my father and step-mother. It’s good though. I like her.” Yoongi smiled, gazing off into the distance. He wished he wasn’t living alone. The house was uncomfortably empty after his friends moved out.  But he wouldn’t admit that he was lonely to her. “Sometimes I feel like a burden to them, you know. They’re married and trying for kids and stuff, but then there’s me. I’m always smack bang in the middle of everything. I’m a grown up, I should really be in your place. Living by myself. Take me there, Yoongi. I want to know what adulthood feels like.” Yoongi’s eyes widened in alarm. She couldn’t know that he was a pauper. “Isn’t that a bit…” Jihan’s shoulders deflated. “Soon? I guess you’re right. We’ve only just met each other. Maybe soon, though, right?” She smiled in anticipation, but Yoongi was still frowning. He shook his head. “I don’t like visitors anymore. I prefer to live alone. Some call me a germaphobe.” He shrugged. Jihan was taken aback by his sudden outburst. Maybe there was more to Yoongi than met her eye.   “That’s okay. We can still hang out. Outside of your house. How about here? We’re both regulars.” Jihan smiled shyly, desperately h