My name is Jin. Kim Seok Jin.

Yes, THAT Kim Seok Jin.

Mr. Worldwide Handsome, Broadwide Shoulder, Golden Ratio Guy, The Visual King, you name it. Yep, that was me.

People knew I loved myself.
I wouldn't deny it though, I was loving myself. I always thought that we should love ourselves first before we can love others. Who would value you if it wasn't yourself anyway ?

But my friends thought that I was too full of myself.

I didn't know how they could say that of me.
Was it because of my 'look-at-the-mirror-and-tell-i-love-you' everyday morning routine, or because I laughed at my own jokes, or maybe because of my self proclaimed WWH ?
I wasn't sure.

Fuck, who cared ?
I thought they were just jealous of me. They were just a bunch of pathetics that couldn't even love themselves anyway.

Well, speaking of my 'pathetic-but-i-love-them' friends, right now I was waiting for one of them, Kim Tae Hyung.

Sitting all alone at the corner in this café, I looked at my watch and saw that he was already 15 mins late. One thing I could say about Kim Tae Hyung, was that he was always fashionably late. No, it wasn't just a term. He had been literally coming late and would show up fashionably with his quirky style choice.

Enough about him, I started to feel bored here and decided to order first without waiting for Tae Hyung. And when I was looking around for the waiter, that was the moment when I was silently stunned to see something beautiful.

You.

The person who was sitting a few tables right across from me, looking straight into my eyes. I was speechless and suddenly forgot what I was going to do.

I looked at you with an open mouth, I had never seen a person as beautiful as this. So delicate yet alluring at the same time.

I looked at your soft features, your pink plump lips with slightly squinty eyes, it was all so perfect for me. Your loose buttoned white shirt that made you look sexy but still so classy. The way your honey brown hair combed back, leaving some hair strands on your forehead. The way you slipped them back behind your ears.

"... you're... beautiful..." I whispered unconsciously.

I needed to stop looking at you, or people here would think I was some kind of a pervert freak.

But it was so hard. I stole glances at you and I knew you glanced at me too.

Damn, that shy smile !
God I couldn't take it !

I slumped at my chair hopelessly. How could a person be as ethereal as this, this couldn't be real.

Once again I stole a glance at you, and when I saw you looking at me too, that was it, that was my cue to send you a little nod and wave. You waved me back with that shy smile of yours.

Oh my God, I couldn't take it.

I didn't care what people thought, I just couldn't stop staring at you. So here we were, silently sitting while sending each other glances and smiles.

I was thinking, did I need to come to you ? But what would I say ? I mentally doubted myself.

But I wanted to see you closer. I wanted to see deep into those starry eyes. So I waved once again at you, signalling you that I would come there.

But before I even moved my chair back,

"Ya, Hyung ! Sorry I'm late ! The traffic is fucking crazy, have you been waiting long ?" Tae Hyung suddenly tapped my shoulder from the back, and sat right in front of me at the table while taking off his sunglasses.

"You haven't ordered yet ? Ya, what were you doing earlier ? I told you to order the food for me first," He whined, looking at the empty table.

"Ya, why are you stunned and smiling like that ? What are you looking at ?" He asked while looking to my eyes direction.

"Hyung, don't tell me you're stunned looking at the mirror admiring yourself. You're crazy." He said, as he looked at what I was seeing.

I looked at Tae Hyung pissedly, grabbing the menu book from the table and passed it to him.

"Shut up and let's order ! I'm starving !" I snapped at him, annoyed because he interrupted my thoughts.

"You're crazy hyung. You're so full of yourself." He said again, scoffing at me while checking on the menu.

I chuckled slightly, looking again at the big wall mirror across my table.

"Well, I think I am." I murmured to myself.

My friends were right. I was too full of myself.

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