You slipped on a pair of trousers and a plain white blouse. Today was your second week at your broadcating agency as a photojournalist. Of course you were doing anything but photography or journalism. You were an intern and working as an assistant for a far too nervous employee who barely assigned anything to you. You were a foreigner in a foreign country. A journalist in South Korea. One of the many countries you wished to work in.
You checked the time on your phone. It was only 7:30. You didnt have to get there until 9:00am. Standing in the bathroom, you unravelled the twists in your hair watching the curls bounce. You took a section of the front and pinned it back with four bobby pins, two more for maximum security. Your curly hair was truly unruly.
You checked your makeup. Light and not obvious. You put on your white loafers and pulled on your black oversized coat. Slinging the satchel over your chest that contained your camera, laptop, phone and notebook, you spoke to your reflection in the mirror, “Life of a photojournalist has begun once again.”
You stepped out of your apartment and made your way to your favorite coffee shop that was in close proximity. You ignored the blatant stares aimed your way. Some people knew you and gave a polite nod which you returned with a smile and a sigh of relief to release the tension that has yet to leave you since you arrived here a month ago. Once inside you were glad there wasn’t a line but the tables were almost full. You were almost an hour early for work which gave you time to eat your breakfast. You ordered the same thing you usually did when you decided to come here once a week. A turkey Italian sandwich and a matcha green tea latte. Coffee wasn’t your thing. The taste was simply horrid to you.
You thanked the cashier, Yeona, for serving you and tipped her as you usually did before turning to get napkins for your accident-prone self. You stuffed about eight napkins into your coat pocket and turned around to find a seat only to get slammed into by another person clearly not paying attention. Their contents and yours seeped through your white blouse, the hot liquid threatening to melt the skin off of your chest. You dropped the rest of your latte trying to get the fabric from your skin. “I’m so sorry!’ someone exclaimed in English, his Korean accent mild. “This was completely my fault,” he’s already pushing napkins towards you unsure of whether to help you dab it anyway or allow you to help yourself. Your skin was starting to cool but you worried of the burn being more serious than you anticipated.
You finally decided to look up at this stranger and pause mid-dab to stare at him for a full two seconds before you saw Yeona come with napkins. “Oh Yeona, I’m so sorry,” you uttered in Korean, your focus back on the matter at hand. The fact that she had to do extra work because of you didn’t sit well with you. The man glanced at you in surprise for only a second before squatting down and helping the both of you clean the mess. You bent down grabbing fists full of napkins helping her clean.
Yeona took your wrist gently, “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. I’ll get you another. Sir, what did you have? I will also get you another.”
“'Hot chocolate. Extra whip cream, please?’ he flashed her a smile which resulted in her shyly looking down with a nod.
You dispose of the used napkins and finally look at that man. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and no tie. Only little spashes of your beverages got on his jacket and lower region of his shirt,but it wasn’t noticeable.
“You got the brunt of it.” he said observingly.
You nod but find that his eyes keep moving from your face and back to your chest again. You weren’t that busty so you wondered why he continued doing double takes and why everyone else snickered at you. Yes, your shirt was a mess but it couldn’t have been that bad. You look down at yourself to find that your wet blouse outlined your entire chest and stomach area. You quickly pulled your coat to cover yourself feeling heat rush into your face.
The man glanced around before saying,“Wait here,”’ he then darted out of the cafe, leaving you looking clearly confused. You stood there waiting as he told you to like an idiot. People continued to stare. You were annoyed now and stared right back at them until they looked away. About that time he came back holding a white fabric in his hands.
“'Put this on?” he said entering the cafe at a jog. You looked from him to the shirt as it began to register.
“'Tell me you didn’t just buy this,” you said.
He was still catching his breath, “Of course not. It was in my car.”
“I cant take this. My shirt will dry. Thank you though.”
He holds it out towards you some more, “You’ll freeze out there. And those three color combinations aren’t flattering,” He’s right. It looks like a baby barfed and pooped on my shirt all at once.
“Okay…” You hesitantly take his shirt and retreat into the bathroom.
Once in there you smack your forehead once and then repeatedly after that. Of all the things to happen today…this? Really?
You remove your shirt, examining the mess. It would take hours of bleach just to get it out. You stuffed it in your satchel, preferring to decide on your garmet’s fate later. You begin to dab away the stickiness on your skin. Your brown skin was tender and red, but it didn’t shrivel up. You sighed in relief, the burns weren’t that serious.
You shake out the mans shirt and have the sudden urge to smell it before you put it on. It didn’t smell bad at all, actually it was one of your favorite nameless men colognes. The type of aroma you smell when a man passes you and you’re instantly smitten. You glance at the collar, it’s a medium. But in men size thats about three times your size. That’s when you see the name on the tag. Your mouth falls open and you almost run outside in your bra wanting to throw it back to him.
“Armani?!” You whisper loudly to no one but yourself. This shirt alone is two of your biweekly checks combined and this guy just tossed it to you like it was a $5 shirt. You slip it on carefully, as if one wrong move would have it ripping apart like wet paper. The shirt hangs off of you unflatteringly, but oversized shirts were your speciality. You tuck it into your trousers tightly and raise your arms above your head, pulling the fabric out a little. You slip back on your jacket, flipping the shirt collar over the coat’s own.
You step out to find the man sitting at a table sipping his hot chocolate while scrolling through his cellphone. What you assume to be your latte was across from him, you’re not sure if you want to drink it now. You sigh and walk towards him, once again ignoring the eyes piercing into you. How could you have just taken clothes from a man you just met?
When he sees you approach, he instantly moves to his feet, setting his hot cocoa down.
“It suits you. You made it work,” he says observing his clothes on you.
You nod, “Thank you for this,” you stand there awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed. “Give me your number,” you blurt out and his eyebrows raise in surprise, “I must return your shirt to you or repay you somehow,”
He smiles and you wondered how that mere facial expression managed to look so good for the one second of its appearance.
“No need. I have more where that came from,”
I’m sure you do.
“But,” he says holding your latte towards you while sipping from his own. He glances at you over the brim of his cup, “I will take that number though,”
You scoff at the realization of how this all turned out and take your latte from his hand, “Wait a second, did you do all of this on purpose? Just to get my number?”
He chuckles, “Now why would I waste my perfect hot chocolate like that? But that plan is actually quite brilliant, I wish I thought of it myself,”
When you don’t respond, still contemplating the mental sanity of this man, he tilts his head to the side, observing you. “Sit and enjoy your latte. You’ve seemed to have had a very rough start this morning.”
My first fanfiction in years. Just a little something I thought of.
♢ jonghyun: (when fan was leaving from getting their album signed.) you’ve worked hard, go back safely~.
♢ fan: yes~. today’s blue night is a live broadcats?
♢ jonghyun: yes.
♢ fan: really? you must be tired.
♢ jonghyun: (with expression shown above) it’s okay~. (source: fantaemsie via bluffjjong)
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