something like love
Love is something like a whirlpool of crazy insane emotions that thickens and brews in your heart and stomach and mind until you decide that maybe, yeah, you are falling so far in love.
➤ pairing: jungkook | reader ; barista!jungkook
➤ words: 3.4k
➤ genre: a tinge of angst and a wHOLE LOT OF FLUFF
➤ summary: jungkook isn’t good with words, especially with girls whose dumb boyfriends dumped them but miracles do happen on a Saturday rainy night when you showed up drenched and desperate for a hot mug of hot chocolate.
➤ a/n: LATE BIRTHDAY GIFT TO MY LOAF @pennelty honestly i don't know why the heck you want angst but i tRIED so pls love it for me thanks b.
The first time Jungkook met you, you belonged to another man, hands intertwined with tender loving eyes that gazed into each others for hours as Jungkook catches on little remnants and snippets of muffled conversation that were exchanged with steaming mugs of coffee beneath your noses.
It didn’t instigate any conflicting emotions the moment your frame enters the little café situated in the corner of the streets, a canopy from the congestions and city life of Seoul. Yet, as weeks pass, and your presence became a regular to the baristas and even the usual customers of the café, Jungkook had taken a fond habit of taking his time to drink you in every time you stopped by, specifically on late Saturday afternoons, where the glory of the sun rays dimmed and the chilling air was a perfect time for a cup of coffee. His colleague, Jimin became suspicious when Jungkook demanded to work for the Saturday shift, but even frequent squabbles and interrogations could not get Jungkook to admit anything he had for you.
But like the first time, and every other times, you had been and always will be belonged to another man; the intimacy and ardent aura that the both of you radiated stirring unwanted feelings and soon enough, when hand holding turned to chaste kisses, Jungkook didn’t bother to fight down the venomous jealousy that spread in his veins like wildfire.
Whatever peculiar dangerous emotions he was feeling, Jungkook knew he had no reason to intervene, to stop the ruthless battle in his heart as he watched the beautiful smile of yours, stars that swirled in your eyes like the galaxies that he maps out in his mind and the dulcet laughter that brought life to the ever so empty café. And while he unearths his greatest desires that lie in the heart of a stranger he only conversed in coffee language, Jungkook wishes that he was the very reason for all your beautiful things.