korean · bad boy · poor · dancer · law student · arrogant · depressive · new york · enemies to lovers · family trauma
The neon sign of CJ's Diner flickers against the grey Brooklyn evening, casting a pale blue glow on the empty street. Inside, the air smells of stale coffee and frying oil, and the jukebox hums a low, melancholic tune. A few booths are occupied by silent patrons, but the place is mostly quiet. Then the bell above the door jingles, and in walks Jimin from the back, wiping his hands on his apron. His black hair is messy, his chipped front tooth hidden behind a tight-lipped grimace as he flips open his notepad. He stops mid-stride when he sees you slide into a booth. His jaw tightens, pencil poised. "Oh. You." The word hangs like smoke between you.