So leave it behind

'Cause we have a night to get away

So come on and fly with me

As we make our great escape

So baby, don't worry

You are my only

You won't be lonely

Even if the sky is falling down

You'll be my only

No need to worry

-Jay Sean, Down

Sean walked into the little coffee shop next to H-Mart, a Korean market. He goes there sometimes, in order to find his 'special one;' no luck so far. It had pained him a great deal, even more so than when he can't get tickets for One Direction concerts. They're always sold out, plus, he doesn't know how many tickets to get. Maybe today, he'll find that he needs two.

The bell at the door sounded as he opened it just before stepping in, his umbrella soaking the area of the floor he set it on. Upon looking to the counter where he was to take his order, he saw not only that, but a black-haired man who was taller than him with glasses larger than his. He secretly wondered what else was more extraordinary than that in his possession. On top of that, possession is what he would later want.

He had found his second One Direction ticket.

Slowly walking up to said counter, he felt a bit embarrassed at his appearance that was soaking wet with rain. As the heated blood rushed to his face, it didn't stop. Fuck. He turned around 180 degrees so that 1. The other didn't see how red his face was and 2. He had to actually get food. Mentally slapping himself that he came to the fucking counter without his soon-to-be-purchased baked goods, he grabbed a random cream cheese muffin.

Maybe the mysteriously attractive cashier had put that very muffin on the shelf. Like, with his hands. At the thought of that, he ended up slamming the muffin on the counter.

"Are… you alright?" the man in front of Sean asked, his eyebrows slowly upturning.

"Y-Yeah… Why would you ask that?" He trembled with every word he spoke; he was making a complete fool of himself. Looking to the right to avoid eye contact after he caught the nametag pinned to the other's chest (it was 'Jay'), he muttered. "I want a strawberry bubble tea with that."

Nodding, 'Jay' efficiently pushed the dials on his cash register. "You're blushing." Those very words spoken from the mouth of the taller one made him blush more and reply with, "No I'm not! So, um, d-do you watch Attack on Titan?"

"What?"

"Attack on Titan!" Sean exclaimed. "It's this Japanese anime show where people in the past are trapped in walls they made themselves to protect themselves! They're trying to get away from the dangerous titans and fight against them," if he was typing this, there would be a million smiley faces.

"I haven't seen it; is it good?" The boy named Jay seemed to be taking interest. He was getting somewhere.

"It's amazing!" he said, his voice filling the room. Taking his wallet out of the pocket of the still-wet coat, he pulled from it a 20-dollar bill. "Keep the change."

Once again, Jay nodded. It hurt Sean that Jay was stuck at the counter. Upon thinking about it, he asked, "Do you want to sit with me?"

This is where it started. He would spend however much he would need to for his One Direction ticket.