Today he spoke to me.

"Hi." He said, "I've been seeing you around here quite often and can't help but notice you every time I walk in the shop. I'm Hoseok."

I told him that my name was Yoongi. My mind was baffled as to why someone as perfect as him would notice someone as average as me.

I looked down at myself. Silvery smudges of graphite decorated my hands, the sharpie tattoos I created from yesterday peeking out of my shirt sleeve.

He asked if he could join me.