"Remind me again why do I listen to you, Namjoon?" Seokjin groaned as he rubbed his hands over his face, clear exasperation evident on it.

It was a warm balmy evening, soft breezes fluttering, the mellow scent of crushed coffee beans and cinnamon milk wafting in the air.

Seokjin and his friend of 25 years, Namjoon were seated in a quiet corner of a small bustling coffee shop at the corner of the street. It was the closest place they could get to devour endless amounts of caffeine and banana breads to get them through the day.

It wasn't news to either of them at the choice of place they would get to hang out if it pertained to their professional interests. Like most individuals working in any academic circle, their first and the most plausible choice for work, was a library or in some cases, their respective homes. But it was dry and utterly boring.

Libraries limited their conversations and homes provided a hell lot of distractions.Evidently, the next best choice was this beautiful cafe Namjoon stumbled upon a few weeks ago, exactly after attending a psychology conference with his peers.

The warm smell of cocoa and the soothing atmosphere of the place really numbed his hyperactive senses which clearly went into overdrive after absorbing some really brilliant and intuitive theories, of like minded individuals, surrounding a person's mind and brain.

It felt calm and Namjoon tried to remember when he felt this soothed out. Probably ages ago.

He couldn't help but introduce 'Warm Willows', the name of the cafe, to Seokjin. And unsurprisingly, Seokjin was smitten. He was always in search of a place like this and he really appreciated Namjoon for finally finding it.

Seokjin and Namjoon were inseparable. Like two peas in a pod. Their friendship was simple yet unique in its own way. Coming from an academic background, they were both trained to excel in the field. Despite the innane thoughts associated with people related to academia, both friends were utterly passionate about their subjects.

Seokjin was a Literary Arts major and Namjoon was a doctorate in Cognitive Psychology and Therapy. Both fields had little yet a vast similarity to it.

Art bred itself into the realms of psychology. If it weren't for the mind and its endless imagination, it was impossible to churn out creative masterpieces from time to time, resplendent and glorious no matter which era and period.

Binding these two subjects was as close to an orgasmic delight.

But Seokjin had other thoughts.

"For the hundredth time, Michelangelo was a sculptor and an artist. You calling him a philosopher really sounds idiotic. Especially if its coming from your supposedly smart mouth." Seokjin said while grinding his teeth. Debates with Namjoon really takes a toll on him, physically and mentally. He took a huge gulp of his espresso, not at all minding the bitterness of it.

"That was hot." Namjoon simply murmured, pointing at the now empty cup of espresso on the table.

Seokjin just glared at him. There are times when he tried to question his friendship with Namjoon, which almost always ended up with them lunging at each other over a brutal battle in a video game.

"Okay. Michelangelo is off topic. What do you suggest then?" Namjoon spoke as he sat back with his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a white button down shirt and black slacks which were a bit loose around the ankles. Seokjin was dressed the same way but he had a loose tie wrapped around his neck and pair of frameless glasses perched on his nose. Both looked handsome and smart in their own way.

Seokjin raised his eyebrow and chuckled.

"You really didn't think of that before signing us up for the conference?" He perched his glasses further up his nose.

"Come on. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. This paper could grant us a full year scholarship in Brisbane with the added stipend and the works. Just imagine roaring through the world doing what you love to do. I can only imagine." Namjoon  leaned forward, a cheerful and animated look in his eyes.

He really wanted to do this.

Seokjin could sense his excitement. Even on that day, when he barged in his room, completely oblivious to the fact that Seokjin was lying on his bed with his one time fling after a boring round of sex, he could sense his jubiliant aura that he really wanted to make this work.

After a few awkward seconds, he started explaining the criterion associated with the paper and wouldn't stop gesticulating while talking.

Seokjin chuckled at the memory. He remembered the look of horror on the woman's face when Namjoon straight up made his way to his friend and jumped on his bed, completely oblivious to his companion and her nakedness. The scream she let out was a perfect compensation for the terrible time she gave him. 

"What?" Namjoon asked in confusion. Seokjin chuckling in a bad mood was something odd.

"Just thinking that your paper really scarred a woman's life, whether you wanted it or not."

"Hey!" Namjoon turned red. He was blatantly embarassed. "She was so thin! I really couldn't make her out in those sheets. Not my fault, bro."

Seokjin barked out a laugh, making a few people turn their heads towards him. 

"Cut it out, man." He said, clearly sulking.

"Alright. Alright." Seokjin heaved a long breath and looked at Namjoon with amusement twinkling in his eyes.

He was visibly traumatized by that incident too. Again, Seokjin remembered the debacle and pictured Namjoon's frightened face at that time, making him laugh all over again.

"Fuck you, man!" Namjoon roared. That didn't stop Seokjin from laughing but he did tone it down a little bit. His laugh was muffled either way.

After the last remnants of his laugh died down, Seokjin composed himself and took a long breath again.

"Okay. Back to work." He breathed out.

"Freaking finally." Namjoon said as he rolled his eyes and leaned forward towards his laptop.

"Umm.. Namjoon?"

"Hmm?"

"You do realise that you haven't mailed me the details of the conference yet, don't you?"

Namjoon stilled for a moment and looked at Seokjin.

"Shit."

Seokjin laughed at that. "Do it now. I'll grab a cup of coffee by then," he said as he stood up and sauntered towards the counter without waiting for his response.

After Seokjin placed his order, the barista provided the iced coffee in seconds and greeted him with a warm smile.

He smiled back and proceeded to turn around when all of a sudden, he crashed in to person and sent them both tumbling back.

It was chaos.

The person screamed in shock and was bent over. Papers were flying in every direction. It must have belonged to the person he crashed into.

He felt a chill seeping through his clothes when he realised that his coffee was dribbling mercilessly down his clothes and to the floor.

Just how much was it?

He came to his senses and thought of the person in front him. They had papers on them, for fuck's sake. They could be bloody important!

He looked up and took a few steps forward.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't looki–" Seokjin stopped in his tracks and stood there with his hand in mid-air.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

The person in front of him...was fucking beautiful.

She was elegant, poised even. Her body language was sexy yet intimidating. She was visibly upset by the accident and her displeasure was transparent on her face. She huffed out an annoyed breath and looked up at him.

Seokjin got the time to look at her properly and clearly then.

Her hair was black, like ebony. It was draped on the sides of her face. And her skin was pearly white, emanating an ethereal glow on it.

Like Snow White.

She was wearing a formal cream suit jacket with pants and they were disastrously ruined because of his coffee.

He looked and looked and looked, not for the least bit bothered over the fact that he gradually started attracting attention on them. He was smitten, totally gone out.

And it was the first time. Nobody held this power over him. Except for this nameless stranger.

He didn't realise he was being talked to until a soft nudge on his shoulder made him come out of his trance. He tilted his head to look at the person beside him and, not surprisingly, it was the distressed barista who served him the coffee.

"Are you alright, Sir? You seemed to be in a daze." He commented, concern lacing his features.

"I'm–I'm fine.." Seokjin looked at the boy's name tag "...Taehyung."

The boy seemed happy all of a sudden and gave a huge boxy smile.

Seokjin smiled at him and immediately turned to look at the gorgeous woman before him, drenched in caffeine and sugars.

He swiftly walked towards her and crouched down to gather up all her papers which were strewn everywhere.

He gathered them quickly and held it up towards her.

"I'm really sorry. Really fucking sorry," he paused and the woman raised her brow in amusement. "I–I mean.. I really am sorry. I didn't know you were behind me or else I would have been careful of myself. This is really not looking good," he said as he pointed to her ruined dress. "I'll pay you back. If you may give me your contact information, I'll definitely–"

The woman chuckled and Seokjin was internally combusting.

Who laughs like that? Fucking adorable.

"It's really alright, mister." She said coolly. Her voice was mesmerizing. "I was the one at fault here. I should have maintained a little distance for you to notice. My bad."

"No. No. It's alright. It's just that I feel bad about ruining your clothes. They look expensive." Seokjin held up his hands and looked at her.

"Ah. This. It's going to get cleaned up eventually. No worries. I'm just glad that my papers didn't get soaked all the way." She said as she eyed the sheets in her hand. They were fine.

"I'm sorry about that too. I can imagine the horror of getting anything spilled on your work. The cons of being a lecturer, you see." Seokjin rubbed the back of his head and gave her a sheepish smile.

She chuckled softly, finding his mannerisms endearing.

"Seriously. It's fine. Don't sweat over it, Mr.." she trailed off to let him know that she wanted to know his name.

Seokjin gave a small smile, his eyes turning dark and hot at the same time. "Seokjin." His voice turned husky all of a sudden and the woman got surprised for a moment.

She subtly cleared her throat, finding it dry. "I'm Joohyun."

She swore she saw his breath hitch and his Adam's apple bob for a second.

Joohyun was staring at him. It was no surprise. The guy in front of her was sexy. Handsome, charming and sexy. It was part of the reason she couldn't bring herself to scold him for the accident. It was partly her fault too, just like she said.

It was the first day of her job and she was supposed to look formal, sophisticated and professional. She did the part when she left her home but got totally whiplashed by a handsome stranger with glasses and a glass of coffee as his arsenal.

She was utterly ruined now. Physically and emotionally. All because of a sudden almost whirlwind encounter with a Mr. Seokjin.

She wished that she wouldn't meet him again. One embarrassing situation was enough to gauge out the rest of the encounters she would get with any person. And this meeting with Seokjin foretold just that. It was a gut feeling. And gut feelings should be heard. Always.

"Seokjin!"

Joohyun and Seokjin turned their heads around at the same time.

There stood Namjoon, shock and amusement dancing in his eyes. He noticed the look Seokjin was giving Joohyun a few seconds earlier and smirked at him.

Seokjin rolled his eyes and turned towards Joohyun. "Once again, I'm really sorry about this. If you could give me your number, I'd pay for your laundary."

"I told you. It's fine. I should get going now." She gave him a smile and turned around, walking away and out of the cafe, leaving a faint scent of her perfume behind.

Seokjin looked at her till she was out of sight with a look of heat and desire dancing like fire in his eyes.