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Yeonjun sighs when he reads the note. He got called a creep again, but not really. He still has room for improvement.
I'm 21, and you?
I'm not a creep... Just too shy to come see you.
Yeonjun sends the note right away, risking being caught; he doesn't want to wait for another week.
He sees the stranger looking around, surprised; they usually only exchange one note.
I'm 20.
Why are you shy?
Yeonjun smiles apologetically at Jungkook for the back and forth.
"Tell me whenever you take a break, I'll pay for your coffee." He smiles, and Jungkook shakes his head with a smile.
"You don't need to. You're probably broke from all the time you spend here already." He says, taking the note.
"You're right." Yeonjun pouts.
Jungkook hands the note during his next round of serving.
Because I'm scared I wouldn't be your type...
But hey at least we know each other's age!
Also.. would you mind sharing numbers? I feel bad for the waiter, that's too many post it.
The next note takes time to arrive. Yeonjun sighs, thinking that maybe he will stop replying. At 6 PM, Yeonjun finally leaves, as he bids farewell to his cousin, Jungkook calls him.
"Here, he gave you this and wanted you to take it home instead." Jungkook doesn't hand him a Post-it but a letter.
He takes it, as if it were the most valuable thing in the world. "Thank you!"
Yeonjun almost runs to his dorm. He gets rid of his coat and shoes and throws away his bag. He sits at his small and cramped desk and opens the letter.
Dear Stranger,
You're right, the waiter is too kind to be treated this way, especially since you didn't have the decency of paying him. How rude of you by the way.
I asked him if you weren't an old creepy pervert and he confirmed me your age. I trust him so I'll indulge these exchanges between us.
I'm not comfortable giving you my number. Sharing letters is fine by me. I hope it's fine by you because that's the only option I'm giving you.
I'm wondering why you're so scared of not being my type but not scared of coming off as a creep. That's odd. What could be so wrong about you for me to reject you?
But I admit that you intrigue me. If I can't know for now who you are, then tell me things about yourself?
Are you studying? What is your major?
Also, what's your usual order? It's only fair for me to know that much since you know mine.
—Caramel Machiatto
Yeonjun smiles by the end of the letter. It might be just a few lines, but it already gives him a glimpse of the stranger's personality. And he absolutely loves it.