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   My alarm goes off.  "Fuuuuuck."  I groan.  Getting up in the morning is the most serious struggle for a non-morning person. 

I sit there for a second, contemplating whether it's ok to be a feeeww seconds late to work, or at least off-schedule.  Naaaaaah. 

I get up and brush my teeth and wash my face.  I take a shower and then put on my stupid uniform.  I've always hated uniforms.  Since elementary, actually.  The thought of looking like everyone else disgusts me, especially when you look bland and boring. 

I put on my socks and shoes.  I grab my keys and head out the door.  Screw breakfast.  I always end up skipping it for some reason.  I hop in my car and head to the coffee shop.

.....

"Good morning, Ma'am.  What would you like to order today?"  I say.  I don't even know the point of asking that anymore.  She always does the same thing. 

"Hi, so I'd like to order the....but hold the......and the......oh, and the...."  It's always hold this and hold that.  It's so bad to the point where I tune her ass out. 

She always ends up with just a black coffee.  What's the point?  If you want a black coffee, just say so.  You can order that. 

I tell someone else her order and they come back with it.  I give it to her with the fakest smile I could muster.  "Have a nice day."  I say.  "Back atcha."  With that, her preppy ass walks out the door.

I mentally roll my eyes.  Stupid Ashley.  I know that's her name because I read her name tag the first time she came to this place. 

She went on and on about how it was her first time and she really didn't know what to order and she didn't know what to do.  Um, lady, you're not losing your virginity, it's just coffee. 

Now, there's nothing wrong with having a bubbly personality, but when you're TOO preppy, especially early in the morning, it can be fucking annoying. 

A guy walks into the coffee shop, and I can't believe my eyes.  Blonde hair, plump lips, non-whitewashed skin, perfect eyes gleaming with confidence.  He's wearing a shirt that says, "Yes, RM, I do have jams".  He's wearing black pants and black shoes. 

He walks up to the counter.  Before he can even get a word out, I say, "Y-you're Jimin.  From BTS.  The most amazing group in the history of the world", frantically pointing at him. 

He smiles his gorgeous, sorta shy smile.  "Yes, that's me."  I can't believe I'm face-to-face with my bias.  I start fangirling, screaming and jumping up and down. 

Tears start rolling down my cheeks.  This is so unbelievable.  He's...right there.  In front of me. 

"So I see you're ARMY."  He says with a smirk/smile.  "Oh my God, you don't even know.  I have a BTS bookbag.  I have a shirt.  I have a jacket.  I have shoes.  I have a hoodie.  I have the muzzle.  I even have an ARMY Bomb."  I say, fanning myself with my hand faster than the speed of light.

"Wow, that's impressive.  Thanks for the support."  "Oh my God, you're so handsome, I mean, welcome," 

He blushes and tries to hide his smile by looking down.  He looks back at me.  "I watch videos of you guys on Youtube.  I watch the V Lives." 

"I like that you're a dedicated fan.  I hope that you stick by us."  "Of course I will.  You guys are amazing.  You guys work so hard and are so talented.  You have a special relationship with your fans, and that's very rare to find.  You guys deserve the world, and I just wish all the whitewashers and Antis would just leave you guys alone.  And seriously, what's up with you guys only being nominated for a social award for the AMA's?  Like, they should have more categories for you guys or something.  And then the VMA's snubbed you guys, and that's why less people watched.  I boycotted them.  Wow, I can't believe I'm talking to my bias." 

"I'm your bias?"  He smiles, not shyly, though.  "Oh yes.  Do you know how many times I've cried just because of how ethereal you are?  I've also cried because seeing you almost cry made me cry.  You've broken so many UWU machines.  And I can't tell you how many times you've made me mentally bust a nut." 

"Make sure I stay your bias."  "Ok, oppa."  "So, can I get a frappuccino and a chocolate donut?"  "Oh yes, of course, and for you, it's on the house." 

As I'm giving him his order, our gazes meet, and I feel myself melting, and getting excited down there, if you know what I'm sayin'. 

"Hey, um, I don't know if you'd be interested, but can I give you my number?"  He says.  I'm either about to pass out, die, or both. 

I stand there with my mouth open until it fully registers that Park Jimin just asked ME if it's ok to give me HIS number. 

"Uh, yeah, y-yeah.  Sure."  He pulls out a pen and writes his number down on a napkin.  "Don't tell Big Hit."  He winks. 

He walks out of the shop.  I hold the golden napkin in my hands, staring at it.  I fold it carefully and put it in my pocket.  My eyes close, and next thing I know, I'm unconscious on the floor.