A/N: Thank you so much for the positive feedback! It really means a lot <3 I hope not to disappoint and I will try my very best to make this story as great as possible :3 So without further delays, here's Chapter 2!!! Enjoy!!!!
Link to Chapter 1: https://www.vingle.net/posts/1590320-Finding-Love-in-a-Java-Shop-Jimin-x-Reader-Fan-Fiction-Chapter-1 Disclaimer: Some mature themes may be throughout chapter, so please read at your own risk. Thank you!~
Out of shock, I stumbled and fell from my crouched position. Onto the cement floor. On my rear end. First impressions are great, aren't they? He looked wide eyed as I sat there with the same facial expression. My face immediately flushed red as I tried to regain composure. But at this point I knew there was no fixing this. He probably thought I was nuts. "Are you okay?" he asked as he held out his hand. I took his hand gratefully and dusted off my jeans. "Y-yes I'm fine. Thank you," I mentally face-palmed myself at how stupid I sounded through all my stuttering. "Well last time I checked, a pretty girl crying outside of a building in the rain doesn't exactly signify that she is okay," he stated pointedly. I didn't think it was possible for my face to get any redder, but I felt my face heat up even more. "You've got a good point there." I smiled sheepishly, playing with the hem of my shirt, not knowing what to say. He smiled in return, obviously relieved that I wasn't crying anymore. "Hey you wanna come into the shop for now? At least until the rain stops pouring." he asks. It's only until he says this that I turned around and realized I had taken cover in front of a petite java shop. The lights inside the shop were dimmed, but bright enough that I could see the inside. It had various tables setup inside, with decor that was simplistic but classic. The menus above the register counter were chalk boards and just the view of the entire room gave a comfy 'at home' feel. I was unsure whether to take him up on his offer. I mean I just met this guy 5 minutes ago, I knew nothing about him. But then again, I had nowhere else to go at the moment. After a moment of thinking about it I nodded in response. He nodded and then we proceeded to the door of the shop. He opened the door and held it open for me. "Ladies first," he winked and I smiled and laughed, but at the same time slowly died inside from the sudden wink. I walked into the warm shop, the aroma of coffee wafted throughout the room. I took a seat on a stool at the mini bar. He walked around the counter and I was gonna ask him what he was doing, until I noticed he was wearing wearing a barista apron and a cap. I cursed myself for not realizing any sooner, and questioned how I was so oblivious. What was distracting me? Oh yeah. The fact that he was ridiculously attractive. "My name's Jimin," he added. "I'm y/n" I replied, shifting in my seat. "Can I get you anything? It's on the house." he stated. "Oh no, it's okay I'll pay for-" I began to say, talking out my wallet but he cut me off. "No really, I couldn't possibly make you pay for it, it already seems like you've had a rough day," he insisted and from what it seemed, he wasn't going to change his mind. I sighed and smiled, " Okay then, I'll just get a regular coffee then." He mock saluted with a dorky smile, " I'm on it!" I chuckled as he went to grab a mug from a cabinet in the back. This was definitely a nice change from the events of today. I looked back at everything that happened today and frowned. As I was thinking a mug of hot coffee was placed in front of me. I looked up and thanked him and went to grab the mug. With my previously burned hand. Ouch. I winced as I pulled back my hand from the mug. In the midst of everything, I had completely forgotten about my hand. I thought it wasn't noticeable, and tried to play it off as nothing. That is until a hand gently grasped my arm. Chills went down my spine. I looked up to see him looking at my arm, perplexed. "What happened? Why is your upper arm burned and blistered," he questioned me, rather upset. He quickly opened something from under the counter and placed it on my arm. An ice pack. "It's a rather long story." I started and began to explain to him the hardships I had today. By the end of my rather lengthy explanation, he didn't look happy in the slightest. In fact he looked beyond mad. "She spilled boiling water on you!? And your dad did nothing!?" he fumed. "Yeah..." He clenched his fists but then deeply inhaled and exhaled. He looked at me with sympathy and down at my arm, "I am so sorry that happened." "Please, you have nothing to apologize for, you've done nothing but make my day 10 times better," I commented. He smirked and held his chin in his hand, elbow resting on the counter, looking at me in the eyes. "Oh really?" he mused. Of course I had to say that, I internally scolded myself for not thinking before I say anything. My face flushed as I tried to avoid eye contact with him, sipping the coffee. He chuckled at my obvious embarrassment . I chuckled along with him. We conversed for a while, talking about life and such, until I checked the time on my phone and realized that if I didn't go out in time I would miss the last bus. "It has been great talking with you Jimin, but I have to go or I'll miss the next bus." I stated, getting up from the stool chair. He pouted, looking upset. "Already? But I was just starting to get comfortable." "Yeah. But thank you so much for everything." I responded. Honestly I didn't want to leave either, he was really fun to be with and I didn't want to go back to the crappy life I left behind me. But I didn't want to waste anymore of his time, he was probably tired and wanted to go home. "Bye Jimin." I smiled and waved, heading for the door. "Wait!" he yelled and jogged towards me. I turned around, not expecting the abrupt call. He held out his phone in my direction. My eyes widened and I looked at him, then at the phone. "Can I get your number? I know we just met, but I really want to get to know you more y/n." he pleaded. I was surprised that he actually wanted my number. Like why me, out of all people? Screw it, I'm not gonna question it now. "Sure." I smiled and typed my number into his cellphone. I handed him back his phone and he grinned. We said our goodbyes and then I was running off to the bus stop, just in time for the bus. As I was sitting on the bus, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out to see one new message. The cellphone said unknown number, but I obviously knew exactly who it was. 'Goodnight y/n ;)'