bts imagines

three. | jimin

- the cafe.

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The cold autumn breeze swept through the air as I walked down the pathway of the park.

Colored leaves decorated the pavement and air as they fell gracefully down from the trees.

I was taking a calming stroll down my favorite park after a long and tiring day of work. I was an aspiring writer who stayed locked up in my room, where only the busy tapping of my fingers and my purring cat could be heard.

It was about time I went out and looked around the real world instead of staying in my imaginary ones. Although that would be nice. The real world wasn't very ideal but there's nothing me or anyone else could do about it.

I blush in embarrassment as my stomach made a loud growling noise and quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard. Thankfully, the part of the park that I was in was quite vacant with only an old lady sitting on a bench.

Maybe I should find a place to eat at.

My feet moved on their own and the next thing I know I was heading down a unfamiliar street. But it wasn't scary. It was pretty pleasant actually. Many of the buildings were made of old red bricks that were covered with overgrown vines, giving the place a fairy-tail village kind of feel.

A pleasant smell wafted through the air and I followed it to a small cafe. A cute calico cat was laying in front of the entry way and looked up at me sleepily before getting up and stretching.

"You're so cute." I quietly squealed to myself before crouching down to pet it once it started to rub against me and purr.

The small kitten gave me a cute meow before walking into the cafe through a cat version of a doggy door. I followed it by opening the door and was instantly hit by the delicious smell of baked treats and coffee. Two of my favorite things.

A bell attached to the door had rung, letting the owner know that they had a new customer. A sweet old lady greeted me with a smile before yelling out, "Son! We have a customer!"

There was slight shuffling in the back room before a older boy around my age had tumbled out.

"Sorry mom—hello there how may I help you." He fixed his ruffled hair before turning to me and giving me the same exact smile like his mother.

There was sleep written all over his face. From the ruffled hair to the puffy cheeks and the red indentations on his cheek that oddly resembled a hand.

I stifled a giggle before looking down at the treats, "May I get a strawberry cheesecake and an iced caramel latte please." I hummed before turning to him and returning the smile but without their signature crescent eyes.

It was silent for a moment before I notice his reddening ears and now very awake face.

"Jimin," his mom snapped her fingers in front of his face and he blinked before coming back to his senses.

"Uhm yes, will that be all?" he stuttered a bit between words to which I raised an eyebrow questioningly at then nodding, "yes."

He fumbled around with the pastry bags as I walked away to sit down at one of the tables and wait.

I wonder what that's all about.