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“Yoseob oppa, long time no talk. Sorry I had to bail out on the dinner you offered me, and I know you said you didn’t want to keep in contact with me. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after I rejected your offer and I was wondering if you could give me a call or text me back with a time to meet up tonight? I understand if you don’t want to reply. Thanks for reading this.”

You reread over the text you just composed and were utterly speechless at your own amazing writing skills. You sent it off right away with a click of the button, and leaned back into the plush comfyness of your pillow.

All you had to do now, was wait for a reply.

Chapter 10:
“*Bzzzzz*!! *Bzzzz*!!” You quickly awoke from your slight fatigue and saw your phone flashing with a new text message.

“Mwoya...” You mumbled, groaning to reach your phone. You blinked, trying to clear up your blurry vision. “Who the heck is texting me in the middle of the night...?!”

All of a sudden, you perked up and looked at the digital clock on the night stand.

Yoseob...Cafe....1:00AM?!?!?

You panicked, almost fully awake now. You quickly opened the new text message on your phone to see 3 of Yoseob’s awkward text messages. You felt bad as you read each one of them.

From: Yoseob
To: ~~~~~~~
Delivered: 11:03PM

..Uhm..I guess...we can meet up tonight? I just got out of M Countdown filming, so maybe at the cafe shop across from the building at 11:20PM? It closes later than the other cafes. I’ll wait for you till you come.

From: Yoseob
To: ~~~~~~~~
Delivered: 11:45PM

Are you here yet? The cafe closes at 12:30, so I was just wondering if you’d come soon...

From: Yoseob
To: ~~~~~~~~
Delivered: 12:15AM

Is something wrong? Or are you not coming? Don’t tell me you fell asleep on me, I’m tired too! >.<

The text messages stopped after 12:15AM. You smiled, happy to see his concerns weaved through the words in his text.

He sure did hit the spot on the last text...how did he know I was sleeping? Sigh. I wonder if he’s still there? I must’ve been really tired if I didn’t hear him walk out to his car and drive off.

You quickly but quietly leaped to your feet, tossing your phone to the side.

I should go find him.

You threw on a hoodie over your pucca pajamas, wrapped a scarf around your neck, and wiggled yourself into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, getting ready to go out.

“Where are my glasses...” You muttered to yourself, feeling blindly for them on the nightstand in the darkness. You were too lazy to put on your contacts this late at night and you doubted that you would even be able to open your eyes wide enough to put them in without your eyelids drooping down, desperate for sleep.

You fumbled to put your glasses on, grabbed your phone and your car keys, and tiptoed slowly out of the room, turning back to stare at Wookie oppa’s silhouette on the floor every few seconds, paranoid that he would wake up. And because you at lying, if he woke up and asked you who you were going to meet, you would be in big trouble.  You knew that he would kill the guy you were about to meet if you happened to tell him. He gets overprotective sometimes.

Okay, maybe not ONLY sometimes. But still...it’s just because he’s watched over me since I was little and cares for me that he’s so protective of me, so I don’t blame him...

You stopped by the bathroom to run a comb through your hair, hoping your hair would stay straight. It would make your explanation a million times easier if he recognized you through a combination of how you looked as Jay and how you looked as the fangirl you were when he saw you, and you thought it was for the best if he connected the two dots himself.

Swinging the door open to exit the chicken shop, you shivered feeling the chilly air. You were already wearing a scarf and a hoodie but it was still insanely cold. The street was much more cheerful in the daytime, making it hard to get used to the darkness and gloominess of the street at night. The street lamps that were present gave off a dull light, barely any light at all. Some flickered on and off and you wondered why the lamps were even there if it was no help. You were slightly scared, though you would hate to admit it, and you scampered off to your car longing for warmth.

“Ah, chuwo! [It’s cold!]” You shivered again and crossed your arms one over the other, rubbing yourself to keep warm.

You then quickly started up your car and took out your phone.

“I should text him to tell him I’m coming..” You muttered, opening up a new text message. You started to type, “Oppa, mianhe. I actually did fall asleep on you..” but then you stopped typing. You made a motion to continue typing up the text message, but you couldn't help but hesitate.

What if he’s not there anymore? Maybe he left since the cafe would have closed by now...Would he be mad at me for calling him out and not showing up?

After staring at your phone for a few seconds, you deleted your draft of the message and threw your phone into the passengers seat, deciding not to text him. You considered just returning into the confines of oppa’s room to get your beauty sleep rather than going to find him. You had a bad habit of running away from problems that worried you and you clearly knew you were trying to run away from a problem again.

As you were on the verge of giving up, you looked into the parking lot at the space where you last saw Yoseob’s car in the morning, wondering if maybe he already returned.

To your surprise, the space was empty.

Well...if he isn’t here... You thought. There *is* a slight chance he's there...I guess I could try going to the cafe. I do need to tell him who I am anyway, ~~~~~~. Don’t chicken out already!

You took a deep breath and changed gears to ‘Drive’.

“Woohoo, time to go!” You said, almost sarcastically to yourself, as you backed out of the parking space and exited the parking lot. “Good luck to me,” You muttered to yourself.

~*~

No One’s POV

Where is that girl?! She’s the one that called me out and yet she’s not here yet...

Yoseob stood outside the cafe having waited for an extra 30 minutes out in the cold. He could’ve waited in the car, but for some reason he didn’t want to. He had asked himself so many times to just leave, but he soon gave up realizing that his feet weren’t moving from the spot where he was standing. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking it for any new text messages from her.

“None.” He said to himself, frowning.

Maybe...I really do want to see her and meet her again.

He sighed.

Just how stupid can someone get to wait in the freezing cold for a girl that isn’t even that important to him?

He muttered another incoherent string of curses as another gust of wind blew in his direction.

“Maybe I should have wore more clothes before I came out....I’m going to die of hypothermia!!” Yoseob complained, bundled up in a heavy winter coat and a thick wool scarf which covered almost half of his face.

He wobbled around in circles trying to generate heat between himself and his coat. He stopped suddenly as a silver Prius pulled up into the parking spot behind his. He glanced at the license plate.

Why is Jay here? How did she know I was here in the middle of the night?

Yoseob watched intently at the car, waiting for Jay to get out. Or at least, he thought it was Jay...

~*~

You P.O.V.

You parked your car into the spot right in front of the cafe and you smiled.

Once in a lifetime. Actually getting a good parking spot. Well...I meant, actually *getting* a parking spot.

You laughed at your own idiocy before glancing up at the cafe through your car window.

“5 Extracts”, the sign read. You stared at the cafe, annoyed.

He could’ve told me it was this cafe...Sigh. Then I wouldn’t have had to worry so much before about finding a place to talk to him...

You sighed, rolling your eyes. Getting inside wouldn’t be that big of a deal.  Your gaze then teared a bit over to the left and you immediately ducked. It was a reflex now, hiding from Yoseob, and you could feel it.

“Wait. Why am I ducking?!” You scolded yourself before slowly moving your head back up, peeking out the window at Yoseob. 

I'm such a scaredy cat...

Yoseob was standing there, shivering and staring at your car. You instantly softened up.

“He was waiting for me outside the whole time?” You said out loud to yourself. Seeing him outside freezing alone finally gave you the guts to turn off the engine of your car and get out.

“YAH! Pabo! Why are you standing outside waiting for me?! No one told you to wait for me for an hour and 10 minutes. You should’ve left if I wasn’t coming!” You yelled at him while rushing over to where he was standing.

You instinctively hugged him just to make him a bit warmer, not really caring what he would think about it. He stood there motionless.

“W-what are you doing here?” He stuttered, too shocked to comprehend what was happening.

Ah crap. I forgot he doesn’t know me yet. Kind of, actually, he does. Sigh.

“Ah...About that...” You pulled away awkwardly, knowing he didn’t exactly make the connection yet. “We’ll talk about that inside. We have to warm you up first.”

You walked over to the front door and pulled out your car keys from your hoodie’s pocket. 5 keys dangled loosely on your ring of keychains.

“B-but the..the cafe’s closed!” He gave you a weird stare and watched you pick a single key out of the five.

“Oh please. Since when has 5 Extracts ever closed? It’s always open!” You rolled your eyes and laughed, taking the key you picked out and matching it into the keyhole of the door.

“W-what_”

“Let’s go inside!” You exclaimed, too lazy to explain to him why you had the key. You took him by the wrist and pulled him out of the cold. You felt for the light switch on the wall to the right. The lights of the cafe simultaneously flickered on, revealing the warm comforting interior of the cafe.

“Yah, Jay-ssi!! What are you doi_” Yoseob started.

However, you were distracted by someone else.

A familiar woman ran out of the back room of the cafe and her voice embraced you, motherly and kind.

“Oh my gosh, welcome, ~~~~~~! You’re back! How are you? Is JYP treating you nicely?!”

“Annyeong, umma! Long time no see!” You hugged her, grinning like there was no tomorrow.

Yoseob stood off to the side, extremely overwhelmed by the turn of events. He found the situation he was in completely awkward and uncomfortable. 

“Um..Umma?!” He muttered under his breath, staring at you and your mom who were hugging each other for dear life.

You didn’t fail to hear the surprise in his voice and you broke the hug.

“Umma, this is Yoseob oppa. The one from Beast?” You pulled him over to you again by taking his wrist.

He was flustered and at a lost of words, but managed to greet your mother in a polite manner.

“Annyeonghaseyo, I’m_”

“Ara, I know. You’re Yang Yoseob, the main vocalist of Beast, right?” Your umma asked. “Aigoo, look how cute you are!! I know your parents; they own the restaurant two blocks down!! Are you close friends with my daughter here? Omo, you guys would be such a nice couple if you dated!!"

Umma pinched Yoseob’s cheeks lightly, grinning at him and gushing about how cute he was. Yoseob stared at her dumbfounded.

My cheeks!! They hurt T-T Yoseob thought silently, mourning inside. But...how does Jay’s mom know so much about me?

It seemed as if Jay’s umma was reading his mind just as she opened and answered his question.

“My daughter has billions of pictures of you in her room. You should go check it out. It’s like a museum collection of your face.” Your umma laughed, giving you a knowing look, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ummaaa!!” You complained, face heating up to a beet red.

You looked over at Yoseob who had fought a laugh just 5 seconds ago and was hiding his smile with his mask of confusion. He secretly winked back at your mom.

I didn’t know Jay was a huge fan of me. Hm, new fact learned. But...what about that fangirl? Where is she? She didn’t ditch me, did she?

I guess he really deserves a sincere explanation. You thought.

“Jja, ~~~~~-ah, why don’t you have a seat with Yoseob-ssi?” Umma guided you and Yoseob oppa over to a table, sitting you guys down.

You plopped yourself down onto a sofa and Yoseob did the same, on the sofa facing you.

“I’ll bring out the coffee, so you guys have a good talk, okay?”

“Neh. Komowo, umma!” You thanked your mom sincerely.

“Ah, and take good care of my daughter, Yoseob-ssi!” Umma winked at Yoseob before walking away.

Yoseob awkwardly bowed as she left their table. He then faced you, watching your reaction. Your face turned a deeper shade of red. You leaned over to the right, calling out to your mom.

“Umma!!!! I told you not to talk like that!!!”

Umma just ignored your complaints, laughing. You fumed at her before turning to Yoseob, whose face clearly demanded an explanation.

Ummaaaa!! T-T How do I explain who I really am?!?! You complained, panicking in your head.

“So....?” Yoseob blinked at you expectantly.

He couldn’t help but stare at you with an amused gaze as you looked down at your hands in deep concentration. He didn’t know why, but he was really looking forward to what you were going to do.

I wonder why I keep on looking forward to what this girl does. It’s never happened to me before, but everything about her amuses me and makes me want to know more about her...It’s weird. Yoseob thought, troubled by his own actions.

You, on the other hand, thought really hard, trying to think of a way to make Yoseob realize who you were.

Ah! Uhm...how about that rap Junhyung oppa did for me not too long ago?

You grinned.

“Want to hear a rap?” You asked him.

You started without waiting for his answer, and he leaned back in his chair to listen.

“I had a fanmeeting today,

For Fact and Fiction,

And no doubt about it,

It was every fan’s addiction;

Then B2ST met someone.

It was nice meeting a trainee,

You were quite the talent,

Someone who took their interest,

Though the fans all thought, “Who is she?”

“STOP STOP STOP STOP!” Yoseob interrupted all of a sudden, scaring the heck out of you.

“Aish, jinja! You didn’t have to yell!” You shot back at him. trying to calm your scared self down.

“You...you...you’re...” Yoseob couldn’t bring himself to say the last few words of his sentence, and before you could complete it, umma came over.

“Here’s your two orders of coffee!” She smiled warmly at the both of them. She set the two cups of coffee down and proceeded to walk away. Before she could walk further, she stopped and turned around.

“Ah, and ~~~~~~?” She asked.

You turned around as well. “Neh?”

“Your training starts again tomorrow with J. Tune, so don’t forget to return to the company early tomorrow after Yoseob’s solo fanmeeting!” She grinned at you before skipping away happily.

Ah, so she IS the fangirl?!?! The one who actually is a trainee at J. Tune which I ratted out?!?! Yoseob thought in disbelief, but quickly got over it as he saw how much you resembled the girl he saw before. 

You slid lower in your chair, wishing you could just dig a hole in the ground and hide.

Why do parents always have to embarrass their children in front of everyone?  You thought unhappily, avoiding Yoseob's gaze.

"You must be an official fan club member if you know about my fanmeeting, huh.." He commented, breaking off the silence and showing you his beautiful eye smile.

You could feel yourself blushing and cursed as you heard Yoseob laughing to himself at your cute blush.

You simply shot another glare at him.

"Umma!!" You yelled into the back.

"Neh?" Your mother rushed out.

"Can I borrow your phone for a second? I left mines in the car." You asked, giving her a puppy eyed look.

"Sure," She laughed at your expression and took out her cell phone. "Just remember to give it back to me before you leave, araso?"

"Araso, umma." You responded. 

You slid the phone open and started addressing a text message to Yoseob. Yoseob looked at you strangely, wondering why you were suddenly so devoted to sending a text message and why it seemed so urgent. You typed a few words before clicking the send button and placed your phone down on the table. You set your gaze on him, waiting.

A few seconds later, a “ping!” was heard from Yoseob’s phone and he glanced at you before pulling his phone out. The ID from the person who sent the text read, “Fangirl's Umma”. He chuckled before opening the text message. He quickly read the text message.

“Shut up. It’s not funny.” It read. He looked up from his phone to see your pouting face.

He stared at you for a few seconds, trying to read your expression before falling into a fit of non-stop laughter.

"Oh gosh, my st-stomach hurts!" Yoseob managed to spell out in the midst of his laughing.

Ugh. My life. You groaned as you shot an intense glare at the crying man in front of you who wouldn’t stop laughing.

Why me.... You complained in obvious depression.

You sunk deeper into your chair, and wished you could just go die of embarrassment.

~*~

No One's P.O.V.

While Jay was inside the cafe mourning in her own embarrassment and Yoseob drowning in his fits of laughter, little did anyone know that Jay's phone was buzzing nonstop in the car, the person calling her frantic enough to keep on calling despite the fact that no one picked up. Little did anyone know that this person was about to die of worry and wouldn't be able to go back to sleep until he saw her again. If anyone bothered to look at the caller ID, even one person, they wouldn't be surprised to see who it was. 

[Caller: Se7en Oppa.]

~*~

A/N:

Hello! It’s Kpopchicken back with a new update! I hope you enjoy this chapter, and forgive me for any mistakes in the text...I stayed up last night and woke up this morning to finish the chapter for you guys xD. Hope you guys continue to subscribe, upvote, and comment on my stories! Comments give me a lot of motivation :)

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