🎧Hwang Hyunjin🎻

🎧Burned by something called.. Love?🎻 Ever since Hyunjin and Y/N were little , they hated eachother's guts. They're mothers on the other hand - besties if you say so. Every playdate resulted in teasing eachother. Once when they were little , Hyunjin blamed Y/N for breaking a glass when he did it. That day she lost toy privileges for a week. Every week , a new blame. That's when the hate reached it's peak. The years flew by in a blur. Hyunjin moved to Paris for education. A year later , Y/N moved to Paris too to pursue her dream of opening a café with the name "Le Petit Comptoir" , meaning the small counter. Hyunjin advanced with his group (skz) from some teenagers to the most feared mafia in France. He became cold. He became distant. He blocked Y/N a few years ago. Y/N has done the same. Since the café opened , like clockwork every friday Hyunjin would "visit" and ask her specifically for a black coffee. Boring , Y/N always thought to herself. She would always tell herself she would stick a butter filled croissant up his ass with enough force to make him shit butter for weeks straight. She never did that though. Yet. She tells herself that since the day he first came. January 5th was her breaking point. The weather was cold , rainy and disgusting overall. Y/N is dressed with light blue jeans with a white sweater and a black apron. In the two pockets of her apron were her phone and a notepad with a black pen. Her hair is tied in a messy french braid. It was friday. Hyunjin came like clockwork. Y/N stood at the counter , taking his order like normal but referring to him with "asshole". For the record , he is one. 1