Euphoria - A Jeon Jungkook AU Fan Fic

Chapter 2

"It's just a 1 mile walk. You could use some exercise." says JK teasingly to his friend who is busy with his nose buried into the phone screen trying to find them an cab.

"I'm not going to walk in the sun. Haven't I tanned enough already?"

"Fine. But since it will be evening soon, we are walking on our way back."

"Fine!" says the friend, a fake pout on his face.

"YES!" says an excited JK as he hops into the cab that arrives by the time they finish their conversation.

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"Hi. I'd like an Iced Anericano and a box of Butter Cookies. And could you get him a chunky slice of Pepperoni and Pineapple Pizza? He likes it thick."

The batista at the little Café near their studio is visibly frustrated. He knows what effect he has on people so he tries to make a little joke to lighten the mood.

As they walks over to a table in front of the counter, his friend asks "So when are they getting your contract ready?".

"I don't know, a week maybe. They still have to figure some things out with my agency. But I'm so excited. This is going to be a wonderful opportunity for me to do more than just act like a lover boy and walk around shirtless in a few steamy scenes.".

JK has been considered a visual delight by fans and producers alike and he often end up playing the lead in cliche romance and romcoms but he really wants to evolve as an actor.

"So let me get this straight. You just said yes to an artsy film with no recognizable female lead and a long shoot schedule in the middle of nowhere because they want you to keep your clothes on?"

"YES. I'm more than just a piece of meat."

"Just checking." says the friend before going back into his screen.

JK wonder how can anyone be so engulfed with a device while the World passes by. And with that thought, his eyes are wandering around the old Café.

There are vintage lights hanging from the ceiling. The furniture looks sturdy and it must be old, he thinks. They don't make them like these anymore. There are vintage colored glass windows near their seat and a bird is perched up on one of the windowpane, singing gleefully.

He missed being this relaxed. It was not fun to be treated like a play thing by delusional fans and touchy talk show hosts getting to grab his biceps and rub their hands up his thigh. His new crew will be an all male ensemble since the shoot location has barely any modern amenities and the producers decided to skip the hassle of having to take fragile female crews who need at least a decent bathroom with running water if nothing else.

"So I was thinking...maybe we could head back to my place after coffee. I mean you are staying at a hotel and I'm genuinely not interested in those overused mattresses."

"Huh? Oh. Oh no. You are not going to skip on that walk mister. I am getting you back in shape. You have been avoiding my suggestion but now that I'm here I'll make sure you stick to a few healthy habits."

The friend frowns and says "I ate nothing all day. I'm trying. And now I'm hungry but do you see me complaining?"

"Eating nothing all day is not a good idea. You really need to stop taking died advice from fem magazines."

The batista soon arrives with their order.

"Here's your order. Please let me know if you need anything else." she says with her eyes trying to look away from him as much as she can. But he can see her eyes wandering at times. As she places the coffee near him, he can feel her gaze piercing into his skin, gliding down his cheat and almost wanting to unbutton his shirt a little bit more than it already is.