Author's POV || 2009. 09. 15 

"Dad! I hate you!" You said, running out of the house. Running and running, you reached a cafe,  'The misty cafe' 
Beautiful and new decor, the place was new. Sitting on a seat near the window, you waited for the waitress to come. Once she did, you ordered a black coffee, with no sugar. Well, you never tasted it, but you were so mad you just wanted to have that bitter drink. 

The waitress served the black coffee and disappeared. You hesitated a little but then tasted it, just to spit it out on the floor, groaning.
"This tastes... disgusting." You mumbled, making a scrunched-up face. Suddenly, you felt a hand forwarding you a drink. Frowning, you raised your head to see a beautiful and tall guy standing there with a soft smile. 
With a soft frown, you stared at his hand and then at him. 
"It looks like you need some sugar.." He spoke, eyeing your black coffee with an unpleasant expression. 
"I didn't drink from this. I just got this." He said as you looked at him blankly but realized his hands were probably hurting. 

Sighing, you took it from him and mumbled, "Thank... you? I guess." 
"Well.. my pleasure." He said and smiled. You took a sip of the drink, it was sweet. Definitely 10x times better than that coffee you just had. 
"May I sit?" He asked as you awkwardly nodded. He sat there and said, "Umm... why did you order this if you don't like bitter coffee?" 

"I was just not in a good mood... I thought this would be a good idea." You said as he chuckled a little before saying, "Hmm... it's better to have sweet stuff if you're in a bad mood. Doesn't that improve your mood?" 
"Bitter stuff sounds better to me.." You mumbled, looking down. He smiled and examined your face as you gulped, looking at the drink. You just sipped from this, how could you give it back to him?

"This drink..." You softly spoke as he said, "Ah, don't worry. I got this for you anyway." He said. You frowned asking, "For me..? I don't even know you."
"But I know you." He said, with a casual expression.
"How?" You asked, a little perplexed.

"Oh... don't be shocked. I just saw you in this cafe a few times before. You often come here, right?" He asked as you nodded. Every time you fought with your dad, you came here. 
"I've noticed you often... that's why I wanted to become friends. You're kinda cute." He said. You just awkwardly looked at him, not understanding if he was casually complimenting you or flirting. 
"Did I make you uncomfortable?" He asked, kind of regretting saying so much. You shook your head and smiled a little saying, "No... I'm not that good at socializing, sorry."
"What's there to be sorry about?" He asked as you looked down. You didn't know either, what was there to be sorry about actually? 

"I'm Kim Taehyung, 19. I am a music major. You?" He asked, with his warm smile. His smile felt so soft, so welcoming. 
"I'm... Lee Y/N, 18. I am majoring in art." You said. He stared at you a little amused and said, "Art? Sounds pretty amusing." 
"How?" You asked as he said, "You can do many things with those skills... you can draw something easily which others can't. You can also express your emotions through art without even having to say it. That's not something everyone can do." He said. You smiled a little, looking down. No one's ever praised your major like that before.
"I would love to see you drawing someday." He spoke as you looked at him, blinking quietly. 
"What about you..?" You asked, not quite knowing how to return the same energy back. You were a little awkward. He understood and said, "Music is easy, it's good. But... often it becomes hard. You have to take care of your voice and stuff, you know."
"Oh... I like listening to songs." You said, in a low voice, more like talking to yourself. 

"Alright, noted. One day, I'll sing for you!" He said, happily. You just looked at him a little amused. He understood you even after your bad socializing skills. You smiled a little and looked down, sipping the drink. 
"Next time, if you're sad, order this drink. It seems to make your mood better." He said as you looked at the drink and then at him, not sure which one made your mood better but okay- let's just go with the drink. 

"Do you want to be friends..? I don't have many friends." You said. He looked at you quietly for a moment as you wondered if he was going to say no.
"It's okay if you don't want t-" You were talking but he cut you off saying, "I'd love to! I wanted to ask that." 
"Oh?" You asked, a little surprised. 
"Actually... to speak the truth, I wanted to be friends with you ever since the day I saw you in the cafe for the first time. I was just scared to approach you." 

You didn't know. You didn't know at all, that someone wanted to be your friend. Just the thought was very surprising. You didn't have many friends, a few, yet not so close. You smiled a little and looked down. 

"Hmm.. so what causes you to be sad every day? You can share it with me if you want!" He said. You looked down, wondering if you should. He noticed you and said, "It's easier to share it with someone who doesn't know you at all... than to share it with someone who knows you well. I don't know anything about you other than your name and major, so you can share with me. It's alright. I'm not forcing you." 
He sounded so sincere, so comforting. His deep voice was very soothing to your ears. You looked down and said, "I don't have the best relationship with my dad... not a good one either." 

He quietly listened as you continued, "He always mocks me for being an art major... he thinks it's useless but I can't agree with him. So we fight often." 
"Hmm... someday, he'll definitely realize that art is not useless." He said as you just looked at him. 
"Maybe you didn't meet up to his expectations in this but, someday, when he sees your potential, he'll definitely be proud." He said as you looked down saying, "I doubt I have that.." 
"Why do you doubt that?" He asked as you looked down. Your father's words did sometimes feel true to you. 

"I want to pursue art because... it makes me happy. Since I'm bad at socializing, I like to express my thoughts through my art... but I don't know if I'm fit to be an artist." You said. He listened to you and said, "Your reason is enough to make you successful, Y/N. It's not always about potential but sometimes, we need a reason to pursue what we want. The reason which makes us work hard towards that path."
You looked down, listening to him. He sighed and said, "Do you know something? My mom also doesn't like music. My dad passed away when I was 15, so maybe... that's why I don't know how he'd react but my mom hates music. She thinks... I should be a doctor. Since I'm a guy, and if I become a doctor, I'll get a wife easily. She thinks people don't like musicians." He finished his sentence with a deep breath. You looked down, listening to him. 
"But... you can succeed if you really like music." You mumbled. He smiled and said, "Exactly. You feel it too, right? That's how I also feel that you'll succeed if you try." 

You smiled and said, "Thank you."
"For what?" He asked. You just fiddled with your fingers, looking down.
"No one's ever said to me that I'll succeed." You said. He smiled and pinched your cheeks, making a shiver run down your spine as your heartbeats increased. 
"Because I have a good eye, unlike them." He said, smiling. You chuckled hearing his cocky voice as he smiled, more like admired your chuckle as if he was waiting to hear it all along. 

"I think we get along well, don't you think?" He asked as you nodded, with a slight smile. 
"Do you want to meet again?" He asked as you stared at him, not responding.. You did, you wanted to meet him again. You really wanted to. 
After a moment of silence, you spoke, "Yes... Taehyung."