"He what!?" Daemi almost exclaimed while we both hurried back and forward to grab the foods the costumers wanted.

"Anything else?" I asked the costumer I was assisting.

The man shook his head, which I hated when they did that.

"Have a nice day." I smiled, extending the bag filled with three donuts in. I didn't even bother waiting for a reply as there were no other costumers in queue, finally, so I could talk to Daemi without interruption.

"He gave me a note." I repeated more simplified.

"Oh my god, how long have you been dating?" She questioned.

"We're not dating!" I replied quick witted, "I only met him a week ago."

"So?" She quirked her eyebrow.

I didn't say anything. Another costumer came in and Daemi assisted the woman. I looked down at my hands and noticed they were dirty so I went to wash them.

"I think it's cute." Daemi said as the costumer had left, "The note."

I smiled, thinking about it again. So do I. 

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed and I almost got a whiplash from turning my head so quick to face her.

"You're blushing!!"

"I am!?" I said, almost in a panic like manner, as a respond to her energy. I grabbed my phone from the back of my pocket, unlocking it and opening the camera. I noticed the pink tint on my cheeks and touched them and tried to rub it off.

"You like him!" Daemi spoke again.

"Daemi!" I nudged her shoulder and looked around to see if anyone was listening.

"I never thought I would live the day you liked someone!"

Right, Daemi had started working shortly after me a year ago. We were both born within the same year, so we grew quite close pretty fast. Despite we didn't hang out a lot outside of work, we knew much about each other. As far as she knew, I was independent and "didn't need a man" as I used to say and after my brother's death, she also knew how I didn't even hang out with my friends anymore.

"I don't like him." I denied, putting away my phone.

"Yes you dooo." She teased in a baby voice.

"It's only been two dates, besides our first meet at the bar." I reasoned, trying to brush her accusation off me.

"So?"

"So what!?" I exclaimed, being it was the second time she'd lead me on like that within 10 minutes.

"If it's the right one, it doesn't take long to fall in love." She smirked while saying the words.

"Fall in love!? Calm down girl." I laughed about it, trying not to think too much of her words.

"Okay, that might've been a small exaggeration I admit." She laughed along with me and we did that for a while.

"Girls!"

Both our heads whipped to the side, finding our boss standing in the doorway to the bakery's kitchen. I loved our boss. She was a nice old lady, but she could be terrifying, both because of her attitude, but also because she was the one in charge of my salary.

"There's costumers!"

Again both Daemi and I whipped our heads the other way, noticing a queue consisting of 3 customers waiting.

Shit, I thought and before I even got to hear my own thought, Daemi had run up to the first costumer.

I chuckled at that, knowing how much she cared to do good at work.

I gently made my way to the cashier and greeted the next customer.

"Good afternoon, what can I help you with?" I said, while looking at the gloves I was busy putting on.

"Hi Y/n!" A familiar voice said and I looked up to see Yejun stand with her familiar big smile and a new hair color.

I smiled at the sight of the girl in front of me, "Yejun!" I replied with the same energy and enthusiasm.

"It's been so long, I've missed you!" She said.

I so wanted to hug her, and I felt her lust to do so too. I was so close to walking out to the other side to hug her, when she spoke again, "We all do." She said, and I stopped.

I knew what she meant.

"Y/n, it was so fun hanging all together again, you should really consider joining next time."

I froze at the words.

I never realized how much I actually missed Yejun and my other friends. 

It wasn't like I had locked myself in my room, but I had only seen Yejun and the girls in person one time since my brother left, and the boys I hadn't seen at all. 

I loved them all, but every time I thought about spending time with them, it just reminded me of my brother. It worried me, if I was gonna have fun without him. I was scared I would miss him too much. I was scared it would all be different.

The thoughts about keeping my heart from hurting more than what was needed, made me push my friends away and isolate myself. I wanted to protect my heart so much, I almost forgot they were my friends and that I also missed them.

"We miss you."

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at her again, "I miss you guys too, I just... don't know if I'm ready yet."

"Y/n, don't want to bother but we're pretty busy here." Daemi whispered into my ear.

I glanced at the queue that had now grown longer.

"Shit," I muttered, "I'll think about it Yejun. We're pretty busy as you can see. What do you want?" I questioned.

"Wow, rude." She said. For a moment I thought she was serious, until a chuckle broke free from her lips and a smile reached my face too. I almost forgot how she's like. I'd kept myself away for too long.

"So...?" I said, motioning to the shelves with foods on.

"Oh right, I don't want anything. I just came to talk to you. I thought it had been long enough since last time we saw each other." She smiled.

"Oh..." I sighed, "Well, bye, gotta work." I said, hurrying her to get away cause I felt eyes on me from the back, probably my boss keeping an eye on me.

"Text me." Yejun said. I sent her a smile, before she turned around and left the bakery.

I chuckled lightly, feeling in a good mood after seeing one of my best friends—If I was still allowed to call her that, being how much I put her aside. I shook my head and turned to face the next costumer, "Good afternoon, what can I get you today?"

I stood in front of Jimin's apartment, with butterflies all the way up in my throat. I waited for him to open, as I heard the key turn in the keyhole.

It felt like forever when the handle was pushed down. Was this going to be awkward? It was only our fourth time seeing each other and I was already outside his home. What was I gonna say? 

"Welcome!" He greeted as he opened the door, stepping aside so I could enter his apartment.

My fear of it becoming awkward got washed away immediately as I entered the apartment that was way bigger than I had expected. I gaped over the big room which was combined with a very contemporary kitchen, that was way different from the old wooden one my parents had at home.

I walked further into the apartment, without even minding Jimin behind me. I noticed the big windows reaching from floor to ceiling and went to look. It was a beautiful view he had from up here. The apartment wasn't even that high up, level 5, but still I could see a lot of Seoul as he lived right next to a park.

"Enjoying the view?" Jimin's voice sounded close behind me. 

I had been so caught up in my astonishment of the apartment that I completely forgot he was there. I jumped when his voice sounded, but quickly gathered myself. I looked at him by my side, before gazing out at the view again. 

"It's beautiful." I said.

Jimin chuckled, leaving my side and entering the kitchen.

I detached my eyes from the green park and followed him to the kitchen.

"Seriously, I did not expect this." I uttered bluntly, motioning to the apartment.

"What? I look like a poor man?" He joked.

"I didn't say that!" I looked around the apartment, scanning the place, "It's just so... big... and capacious— and only for one person?"

"Well—"

"Oh my god!" I interrupted him, as my eyes landed on the big ass TV hanging on the wall, "What is the size of that?" I said, walking to it.

Jimin approached me with a chuckle, putting his hands on my shoulder and making me back up until my calves hit the couch. I sat down as I felt him push my shoulders down.

"Sit down, I'll grab us something to drink."

I obeyed and kept quiet.

Jimin went to the kitchen again, opening the fridge and bringing out a few different bottles of liquor. I observed him quietly as he prepared a drink.

As I sat quietly and observed him, I started to wonder why he hadn't mentioned the note yet.

Maybe he was shy about it. I'd never received a note from a boy before and maybe it was normal not to talk about it? 

Honestly, I was shy about it too. Just thinking that he had made time to sit down, write the note and even somehow found a way to put it in my hand bag, made a heat rush to my cheeks. I didn't dare to confront him about it.

I thought it was cute. No one had ever done that for me.

I kept looking, as he brought the soju bottles between his fingers and grabbed the two glasses of drinks he mixed with his other. I felt a weird feeling inside me as Jimin approached me with the alcohol. Normally I was thrilled just by the thought of getting drunk, but right then I felt more excited by him approaching me. Friday was the best day of the week, cause that very day I knew I'd be at a bar to drink away my sadness. But now that Jimin was here... there was no sadness to drink away.

"Never have I ever blacked out with a stranger." Jimin said.

"Jiminnnn."

I looked at him with knowing eyes, while he himself motioned to the cup with his eyes. I brought it forward and he poured it to the edge with soju.

We were sat on the floor by now, leaning against the couch.

I brought the glass to my lips and downed it at once, wincing at the burning feeling in my throat and the taste that began to get bad after a lot of shots.

It seemed though my excitement about the alcohol wasn't as big, I still had trouble restraining myself. I felt my head spin slightly, and I closed my eyes for a moment to regain control over my brain.

"One more." I said, after opening my eyes again.

"No." Jimin said sternly, grabbing my wrist and making me put the shot glass I had picked up, down on the table again.

"Why not?" I whined. I pouted my lips, trying to make him change his mind.

As he didn't, I instead moved closer to him, "Take one with me!" I suggested.

"I won't." He said, grabbing my other wrist from reaching for his shot glass.

My smile faded as I felt he was being mad or upset about something.

"Did I do anything wrong?" I asked, my lower lip pouting again.

Jimin didn't respond, but locked his eyes with mine. The intense eye contact made my head spin again. I looked away and shook my wrists free of his grip.

"Y/n..." He spoke, regaining my attention, "Can I ask you something?"

His voice was low and serious. It was much different from 5 minutes ago. I searched his eyes for what was wrong. He drunk quite a lot too, wasn't he drunk enough yet? 

I nodded, biting my lip as a nervous respond to his seriousness.

"Why do you relish in alcohol so much?" He questioned. The question took me aback. 

There was a note of concern in his voice which made me wonder why he sounded so concerned. Did I look like an alcoholic to him?

The question wasn't tough to answer as I was drunk. It made me forget about my sadness and everything else. So it was easy for me to answer, "I just miss someone."

The words came out as if they didn't bother me, and maybe just in that moment they didn't, but within my body, something hurt as hell.

"Miss someone?" He asked, prying about it. I didn't know why, and I didn't care. In that moment, I was carefree.

"Just someone who passed away." I shrugged.

I shrugged, as if it meant nothing. I said it with no remorse, as if it didn't pain me every day. I smiled, as if there wasn't a crater dug deep into my heart.

Jimin tilted his head slightly, catching my attention as I looked up at him again. I hadn't even noticed my gaze had fallen. His forehead wrinkled, his eyebrows furrowed. His facial expression made it look like he was worried about something. Was he worried about me?

He was worried about me.

I could read him like a book, he was so easy to decipher just then.

It must've been the alcohol kicking in, because I found it attractive. He cared for me. It was hot.

For the first time, I pushed the pain away, instead of the person.

I put my hands on the floor and leaned forward to connect our lips. It was obvious the kiss came as a shocker to Jimin. He didn't respond at first, I felt his tensed position, but as I kept going he caved him. Jimin's hands cupped my cheeks, tilting my head to deepen the kiss immediately. I crawled forward, making him almost lie flat on the ground, before he grabbed my leg and tucked on it gently. I understood what he initiated and I sat on top of his lap instead. His one hand was still cupping my cheek, stroking it with his thumb, as the other grazed my thigh though it was covered by a thin layer of fabric. 

Jimin pulled away shortly. I realized how I was at a lack of air and panted for fresh air to enter my lungs. I looked down into Jimin's eyes and he looked up into mine. His eyes switched from my eyes to my lips, staying there as he licked his own. I bit my lip, feeling nervous by the way he looked at me. I felt my cheeks heat even more and a tingle erupted in my stomach and spread throughout my entire body. I was panting, our faces were close and my eyes fluttered between his. He searched my whole face, looking as if he observed every little detail. 

"Fuck, you're beautiful." He said in a low and husky voice, finding my eyes.

I took a deep breath, feeling my heart skip several beats.

He chuckled lowly at my reaction, before reconnecting our lips. This time it was me who wasn't ready as his lips devoured mine. I moved both my hands to the back of his head, entangling them in his deep brown hair. He bit my lip, which shocked me and made me gasp as he did so. He moved his hands to my waist, grabbing it tightly as he stood up from the ground. I wrapped my legs around him and clenched. 

I didn't even get time to be amazed about how he got up while lifting me with such ease, before he put his lips on mine again. I felt him walk somewhere as our lips moved against each other smoothly, but hungrily. 

He pulled away from the kiss shortly, as he found the kitchen counter and sat me on it. We were both panting. Our faces were close, our heavy breaths mingling in the little gap between our lips.

"Why'd you put so much clothes on?" Jimin said, eyeing down my body, remarking my pants and cropped sweater.

"Jimin!" I said, somehow flustered by his words as if we didn't just make out intensely and hungrily.

"Oh angel, don't act all innocent." He smirked, pulling me so I was on the edge of the counter and our bodies touched. He tilted his head slightly, before his lips found my neck, leaving wet kisses there.

I wonder what got me in this situation. I had turned down so many other men at the bar. Why did this one stick out? And why did he stick with me?

He found my soft spot and a moan escaped my lips. It came as a surprise to me as I'd never known it could feel so nice to be kissed on the neck.

"Virgin in other ways too?"

His question popped up in my head quickly, because why did I feel like a virgin just now, when I wasn't? I'd had sex before, yet why did I feel more pleasured by Jimin's wet kisses on my neck than a dick being inside me? Was this what people called foreplay?

Jimin however, didn't seem surprised by my moan but instead smirked into my neck and blew on it before he went and sucked on the same spot as before. I clenched my lips as I felt the moans would roll over my tongue if I didn't. 

"Fuck." I bursted instead, it being impossible for me to stay quiet when he was making me feel so good.

Some keys was heard jingling outside the door and Jimin pulled away from my neck immediately, "Shit!"

"What?" I asked confused, as Jimin lifted me down from the counter. He didn't get to answer before the front door opened and a guy stepped inside.

"I'm home!" The guy called, but when he looked up his motions froze.

"I'm not home!" He called in the same tone, backing out the door again and closing it.

I stood confused, switching my attention between Jimin and the front door which the guy left out of again.

"Damn it Hoseok!" Jimin yelled and turned around making his back face the door. He pulled his hair, squinting his eyes shut.

"What is happening?" I whispered, but he didn't respond as a knock on the door sounded.

"Can I come in?" The same voice yelled from outside the door.

"Just come in for fucks sake." Jimin grunted and the door opened again.

The man, supposedly called Hoseok, closed the door behind him and casually put his bag down next to the door and took his shoes and coat off.

The big room was silent, only Hoseok's rumbling making noise.

"Who is he?" I whispered to Jimin. The awkward tension was too much for me to bare.

"I'm Jung Hoseok, his roommate." Hoseok answered on his own behalf. He approached me with a big smile, and stopped at a good distance between us, "And his boss, and best friend." The cheery guy continued.

"Former best friend." Jimin grunted, his back still facing his so-called roommate, best friend and boss.

"And possible ex employee and ex student?" Hoseok said, which made Jimin turn around and shot him a glare.

Okay so this big apartment wasn't only for Jimin.

"I'm Ha Y/n." I introduced and granted him a smile too.

"Nice to meet you Y/n." He smiled. Something about him was just so heartwarm. It almost made me forget about the moment Jimin and I just had, until Hoseok mentioned it himself.

"So, did I interrupt anything?" He said, looking at Jimin.

"You said you'd be home late, it's only 9 pm." Jimin said coldly.

"Well, Jay cancelled his extra lesson, he got sick." Hoseok excused. He looked down Jimin and a chuckle left his mouth, "Damn Jay huh?" He said and burst out laughing.

Jimin looked to where Hoseok had looked and immediately turned around, back facing me, "Fuck you hyung."

"Hey! Respect your elders!" Hoseok said between his laughs.

I stood confused between them both, not really knowing what to do.

"Well, I'll leave you three... two, alone now." Hoseok cleared his throat, "It was nice meeting you Y/n, I guess I'll see you around again." He said with a smile, before walking to grab his bag and leave the living room with a chuckle.

"Three?" I reminisced Hoseok's words which didn't seem accidental. I looked up at Jimin, whose back was still facing me.

I walked around him, trying to grab his attention. He just grunted as his eyes met mine and threw his head backwards. "Fuck what a cockblocker." He muttered lowly, but I heard. I looked down and noticed the bulge in Jimin's pants.

Holy fuck.