You sat in your dorm room, staring out the window at the bustling streets of Seoul below. The city lights danced before your eyes, a vibrant display of life and opportunity. Your mind was consumed with thoughts of how to find a part-time job in this city.

"I can't believe I'm down to my last few hundred won," you mumbled to yourself. "If I don't find a job soon, I won't be able to make it through the semester."

You needed that job to ensure a stable income and manage your expenses without constantly worrying about money.

You reached for your phone and opened a job search app. Scrolling through the listings, you came across an interesting opportunity at a local café. Hours passed as you scrolled through countless listings, trying to find something that would fit your schedule and skillset.

After lot of searching, you stumbled upon a post for a part-time position at a local cafe. Hope filled your heart as you quickly put together a resume and sent it in.

"I've been thinking a lot lately," you murmured quietly to yourself, hoping to hear a voice, even if it was just your own.

As you stared out the window, tears welled up in your eyes. You thought about your life, you couldn't help but long for something more, something that was missing. A deep ache gnawed at your heart, and you yearned for the warmth of someone's presence, for the comforting touch of a hand, and for someone who would truly look into your eyes and understand.

Sitting there, you whispered softly to yourself, "I wish I wasn't alone in this world. I wish I had someone who truly cared, someone who would take care of me and share the weight of my worries. I long to know how it feels to be loved genuinely, without any reservations."

You remembered your parents, who had passed away when you were just a child. Their love and support had given you strength, and you wondered how different your life would've been if they were still alive.

The air was thick with longing as your mind wandered through the memories of unrequited love and missed connections. You wondered how it would feel to be loved, to have someone who genuinely cared for you. The thought of sharing your deepest fears, dreams, and feelings with someone else brought tears to your eyes.

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"Taehyung! Jungkook!" Yoora exclaimed. "I've missed you guys so much!"

Yoora couldn't resist running up to him, jumping into his arms, and shouting, "Taehyung! I missed you so much!"

Taehyung chuckled and hugged her tightly. "Yoora, it's so good to have you back. We've all been eagerly waiting for this day!"

As they settled into their seats, Yoora noticed Jungkook. He had grown taller since she last saw him, his dimples still as adorable as ever.

The boys grinned at Yoora's enthusiasm. "We missed you too, Yoora," Jungkook replied, ruffling her hair. "It's been forever!"

The four of them settled down on the bench, reminiscing about the past and catching up on each other's lives. The conversation flowed effortlessly, each of them sharing funny anecdotes and reliving their favorite memories.

"Do you remember the time we got caught sneaking out of the house?" Yoora asked, giggling at the thought.

Jimin chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, how could I forget? We were so terrified of getting caught by mom, but the look on her face was priceless when she found us hiding in the treehouse."

Taehyung and Jungkook joined in the laughter, the park echoing with their infectious joy. The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the moment, relishing the bond they shared.

"I remember that one time when we sneaked into the amusement park after hours," Yoora reminisced, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Jungkook, you were the one who distracted the security guard while the rest of us climbed over the fence."

Jungkook grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess I was always the troublemaker."

"You won't believe the breathtaking views I saw in Europe," Yoora exclaimed, her hands gesturing animatedly. "And the food...oh, the food! It was a feast for the senses."

Jungkook leaned closer, his voice filled with anticipation. "Tell us about the craziest adventure you had, Yoora. We've been leading mundane lives here in Korea."

Taehyung chimed in, his voice filled with mirth. "I bet you made some unforgettable memories in Europe, Yoora. Tell us more!"

And so, the four of them sat on a cozy bench under a blooming cherry blossom tree, engrossed in Yoora's tales. From getting lost in Italy's winding streets to accidentally ordering snails instead of escargot in a fancy French restaurant, Yoora's stories had everyone in fits of laughter.

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You walked into the cozy café that you had applied for a part-time job at. It was a small, unassuming place, tucked away in a corner of the bustling city. The owner, an elderly man with a kind smile and a twinkle in his eye, sat comfortably behind the counter.

"Good morning," you greeted politely, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.

The owner looked up from his paperwork and studied you for a moment. "You're the one applying for the job, aren't you?" he asked in a deep, gravelly voice.

"Yes, that's right," you replied, trying to match his serious tone.

"What's your name?"

"Y/n."

He nodded. "Alright, Yn. I'll give you a chance. But I want you to understand one thing. I run this place with a firm hand. I expect professionalism, punctuality, and dedication. Can you handle that?"

You nodded, feeling a knot of determination forming in your stomach. "Absolutely, sir. I'll do my best."

The owner cracked a smile, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening. "Good. Welcome Y/n. You start tomorrow."

Relief washed over you as he extended his hand for a handshake. "Thank you so much, Uncle Min. I won't let you down."

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Yoora lay on her bed, her eyes fixed on the pictures she had taken earlier that day. Among them, one picture stood out to her the most - the one she had clicked with Taehyung. As she stared at the image, a mixture of admiration and attraction sparked in her eyes.

Lost in her thoughts, a smile formed on Yoora's lips. She reminisced about the moments they had shared, the laughter they had exchanged, and the chemistry she had felt.

With a cute smile on her face, Yoora whispered to herself, "He really is something special."

As Yoora continued to stare at the photo, lost in her thoughts, her elder brother Jimin burst into her room without a warning. Startled, she quickly sat up, hiding her phone behind her back. Despite her efforts, Jimin's sharp eyes spotted her guilty expression.

"What are you up to, little sis?" Jimin asked mischievously, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Yoora blushed and pretended to be uninterested, avoiding eye contact. "Oh, nothing. Just going through some pictures, that's all."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Pictures, huh? Let me see."

Yoora's heart skipped a beat as she quickly put her phone away, not wanting Jimin to see the picture of her with Taehyung. She knew her brother would tease her endlessly if he found out about her secret crush.

Trying to divert his attention, Yoora replied with a sheepish smile, "Hey, aren't you excited about me starting university next week? I'm going to have a lot of fun!"

Jimin chuckled, enjoying Yoora's attempt to change the subject. "Yeah, I'm pretty excited. But that doesn't mean we're done here, missy. Now, show me those pictures you were so engrossed in!"

Yoora's face turned redder than a ripe tomato as she tried to come up with a way to distract Jimin and save herself from embarrassment. Suddenly, an idea struck her. She decided to playfully bicker with her brother, using their typical sibling banter as a shield.

"Come on, Jimin! You know I don't show you everything. You're just being nosy!" Yoora exclaimed, sticking her tongue out at him.

Jimin pretended to be offended, placing a hand on his chest dramatically. "Nosy? Me? I'm insulted! I'm just trying to bond with my little sister, you know?"

Yoora rolled her eyes, unable to hide her amusement. "Bonding? More like invading my personal space!"

"Anyway, Jimin, don't you have your own life to worry about? Shouldn't you be thinking about your own studies?"

Jimin pretended to ponder for a moment before replying, "You know what, Yoora? You're right. I should be focusing on my own stuff instead of teasing my little sister."

Yoora sighed in relief, grateful that Jimin had finally given up on the topic. "Thank you for understanding, Jimin. Now, if you don't mind, I have some stuff to do."

The room filled with their laughter as they continued their playful argument. It was moments like these that Yoora cherished the most - the lightheartedness of their conversations and the genuine bond they shared as siblings.

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