BucketHat

Jeon Jungkook is a kind man.

Jeon Jungkook is a kind man when the number on the clock is in the double digits, and he's had a minimum of five coffees in his system.

Dragging his feet towards the lobby of his apartment, clad in clothing more appropriate for a thief—a black oversized hoodie, baggy tracksuit pants, a black medical face mask and a bucket hat, eyes squint at the sudden sound from his phone revealing a text message from his manager.

[Jungkook, there's a lot of traffic today... I'll be late with your coffee, please go straight to hair and makeup. Sorry!]

He groans, muttering a couple of curse words under his breath before deciding to stop at the nearby coffee shop just outside of his lobby. As he opens the door, the sound of a bell above him welcomes his presence, as he can see a small figure a couple of meters away sweeping the tiled floor. He doesn't bother to look up.

"Good morning sir, wh—"

A soft voice welcomes him, but it's 7am and he really is not in the right mind to be making small talk.

"One iced americano, 5 shots," he practically growls, hearing the sound of feet jogging towards the counter, quick to start up the coffee machine.

He can't lie in that he practically zoned out for the next couple of minutes, before he heard the honeyed voice calling for him.

"Sir, can I get your name for the coffee?"

Silence.

"Sir, a name please?"

Jeon Jungkook rolls his eyes.

"Just get me the god damn coffee, would you?" He practically snaps, a pang of regret against his chest as he seeks the way her chest rises in shock.

She doesn't push further, and the soft sound of milk steaming feels oddly erie. He feels bad. Lifting the brim of his bucket hat slight (but not enough for his face to be recognizable) he notices the woman in front of him. Tall—yet petite, strawberry blonde hair that reached midway down her back despite being in high ponytail. Her eyes are concentrated as she scribbles something quickly on the cup before handing it to him. He quickly keeps his head down.

"That'll be $5 please," her voice is timid this time, almost like a whisper.

He reaches for his pockets, but only finds his car keys. He curses under his breath, realizing that his wallet was in the car. For the first time in a while, he feels flustered.

"Ah, don't worry about it. This one's on me," it seems as though the woman understood the predicament.

"No, it's in my car please let me quickly ge—"

His words are interrupted by the sound of his ringing phone, knowing that it was probably his manager ready to yell at him for being late.

"It's totally fine, I insist," her voice is sweet, cheery almost, "... hope you enjoy the coffee!"

"I'll bring the money tomorrow morning, same time,"

"I'll look forward to that."

She smiles before bowing slightly, before her figure quickly disappears to the back storeroom.

Cute, he thinks.

*

When Jeon Jungkook gets to the studio, his drink is already halfway empty. He closes his eyes shut as they begin putting foundation on him and working on his hair.