"Home, sweet home...am I right?" Ysa tiredly sight while she was unlocking door to her cheap apartment. She didn't like it here. This place was disgusting, dirty and not good for organized and normal human being. But at least it wasn't a Goshiwon.

There was just a tiny space, only one room for sleeping, no kitchen and scruffy shower with huge mold. Walls had lots of cracks, almost all the windows were stucked.

This place is nothing like my room in Japan.

The walls were so thin that you could hear everyone or everything behind them. Sometimes it was just quiet sobs but most of the time hysterical screams or drunk people talking to themselfs.

"I know it's bad Ysa, but you deserved this. You should've been more careful with your money..."

She said to herself, after she clearly heard abusive sounds from the other apartment.

"D-don't worry. Tomorrow will b-be there s-soon. Just sleep and think about your dreams."

Her place was really cold at night. Such a shame there was no functional heating, so the only thing you could do was wrapping yourself into thick blankets.

Ysa was shaking from the unbearable coldness.

And then, sun climbed up to the sky. Rising sun was always a good sign. Ysa's stomach hurt so bad. She thought about yesterday, when she brought lunch for her boss. Ysa wanted to try that tasty looking food too. She didn't eat that day at all. She couldn't prepare her own meals and she also didn't have money for cheap takeaways. With her modest budget she could probably afford just three bigger rice cakes. Ysa was so jealous of Mr. Suga wealth. He never eats all of his food.

She picked her work clothes wisely. Elegant look with a pinch of her own style. No skirts but no jeans neither. Just black chino pants with basic white shirt and her favorite wool beret.

It's going to be a good day...

~

"Are you already on your way?"

"Yes. I'll be there within a three minutes."

"Bring me a coffee."

"Like usual, boss?"

"Nah, I would like to try something new with a splash of milk. Latté or so...which kind of flavor you prefer?"

"Excuse me?"

"What type of coffee do you prefer?"

"Why are you even asking me, Mr. Suga?"

"Just answer."

„Uhm, I would say...flat white but I also like vanilla cappucino with cinnamon."

"Hm, sounds good. Bring me that one."

~

She opened the door to his studio with a cup of extraordinary coffee.

"Good morning, Mr. Suga."

"Just Suga. And good morning to you too."

"This is from the reception," she handed him a folder with a lots of papers in it.

"What's that?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Suga. Do you have coffee for me?"

She showed him a paper container.

"What-" He tilted his head, so he could read the written name on it.

"Is something wrong?"

"You told them to write my name as a 'boss'?"

Why is he smirking?

"Yes, because it's true."

"Geez, you're so weird..." Yoongi laughed. "Now, give it to me."

"What is so weird about it? This coffee was meant to you."

"You could just tell them to write Yoongi or Suga or whatever..."

"I'm sorry sir, but you're still my boss."

„Yeah, sure." He sipped from his first coffee in a day with a cinnamon on top and slightly vanilla flavor like she said earlier...
To be honest, he liked it a lot. Maybe not that much like his typical bitter black coffee but it was a nice change.

"Does it taste good? Or should I bring another one?"

"Hmmm...Try it too."

"What?"

"Try it."

"Can I?"

"You have to."

Of course it tasted like a pure heaven. This sweet combo was the ultimate winner.

"What do you think?"

"Like I said, sir. It's delicious."

"Suga. So, I have a few free minutes. You can tell me about your breakfast."

"You want to talk with me, sir-" she stopped for a second. "Suga?"

"Why not? We're going to spend a lot of time together, so it's good to know each other a bit."

"My breakfast..." Ysa thought about good meal options because naturally, she didn't eat anything. "I had a lot of cool stuffs. Muffins, for example."

"Are muffins so cool?" Yoongi asked with a smile. What was he doing? Or what was he trying to do?

"They are."

"Anything else?"

"Herbal tea and a piece of whole-wheat bread. Nothing special..."

When Yoongi's turn came, Ysa's jealousy was spreading again. She wanted to steal his food because the quantity he had for one day was the same as she had for a whole month!

Ugh, life is so unfair...

"I'm glad for our small talk but now I gotta go." He stood up from his chair.

"I'm going to meet Hoseok in his studio. If you need me, I'll be there. Your work is here on my desk, so just go through the schedule."

"Got it, sir-" She returned coffee to him. "I mean Suga. Don't forget your-"

"No, no, no. It's your coffee now."

"What?"

"I don't like the taste at all. It's too sweet for me. But you like it so...enjoy it."

Was he actually nice to her? What happend to him? Why he was acting like a different person?

"And Ysa," he said. "Thanks for that table outside. It was the best place you could choose."

"Thank you," she quickly bowed.

After Suga left, Ysa was nearly jumping from the sudden happiness. She couldn't believe it. She really earned a free cup of coffee. And she loved this flavor so much. Ysa smiled even when she saw today's enormously long schedule.

"Nevermind. It's not that bad..."

~

hello guys!

how are you?

I hope you had a better day than me. I ate too much broccoli and now I feel sick ( ･ั﹏･ั)

sga.