Mr. Anti Romantic

Cute waitress

University gave us 2 weeks of break time before our finals start. While others were taking notes, revising and studying. I'm out here have the time of my life, i guess? Being a medicine student is so hard, i was so close to dropping out. But at the though that i graduate next year, I'm going to try my best.

Yuri and I had been hanging out at the mall today for hours and my legs were gonna give up all thanks to my lazy ass who gave up on being physically fit. I guess being a couch potato really paid off huh. . .

"I guess all this shopping is enough for today, right Y/n?" Yuri asked, holding up all her designer shopping bags. Nodding slowly, i agree. "Yeah . . . More than enough, i suppose"

"Alright then, my mum is waiting for me in the car park, I'll get going! I'll call you soon for our next hangout!" She exclaimed cheerfully, turning around to leave. Watching her walk away, merging with the crowd. You sigh, exhausted.

"I guess every tired person deserves a coffee break . . ." You mutter, making your way out of the mall towards a café.

The bells hanging above, jingles as you push open the door. The waitresses greet you on your way in as you make your way towards the counter to order your drink.

"Hi, how can i help you today?" A male cashier greets, as your eyes scan the menu. The menu was still the same since 10 years ago.

"I dunno . . . I guess I'll just grab a cup of vanilla latte" you say and the cashier confirms your order. After paying, you make your way towards a table near the glass windows in the corner and take your seat there. I need to come up with a good excuse to ditch the next hangout, my legs are malfunctioning— . . .

Your thoughts get interrupted as your vanilla latte gets placed on the table in front of you.

"Here's your vanilla latte, enjoy"

With a warm smile, you look up to thank the waitress but instead your face drops and you choke.

Jungkook was standing there with his usual cocky looking arrogant face.

"I think i just lost my appetite" you say, disgusted.

He occupies the seat in front of you, "w-what are you doing?" You stutter unintentionally but he ignores you. "Go back to work"

"Mmm . . . How about no?" He says, pulling out a pink, heart shaped cookie from the pocket of his apron before sliding it across the table towards you.

"A little reward for looking cute today"