With all the preparations for the upcoming race, Jungkook totally forgot that he's on cake duty for his little sister's birthday. With 2 days left, all bakeries he contacted declined Jungkook's custom order (his sister specifically said she wants a...
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Jungkook nervously tugs at his clothes and looks down at his reflection as he stands in front of the mirror in his room. His grey t-shirt, mostly covered by his black motorbike jacket, looks a bit tight because of his bulging muscles underneath. His brown hair is tied back in a loose bun while he is getting dressed.
Once he's finished and thinks he looks good enough and everything sits properly, he takes another breath and reaches for the blue perfume bottle placed on his desk. With a gentle grin and a shake of his head, he looks in the mirror again as he sprays on the perfume, picking up on his brittle facial expression. Jungkook can't remember the last time he was this restless. Today is the day he just is supposed to pick up the cake for his sister. Innerly, he also knows the other reason why he's acting so like he's now.
Two days ago, Jungkook left the shop with mixed feelings, but also a funny feeling in his stomach. He immediately noticed that a new kind of excitement and challenge was burning inside him; different from how he would have felt about a race. His fingertips start to tingle when he thinks of Jimin, and he hides them in his jacket pockets instead.
His eyes then stay fixed on an object in the background of his room, and he is instantly reminded of Jimin's attractive smile that is practically burned into his memory. With a quick glance at the clock in his room, he sets off, not forgetting to pocket the square package on his way to the door. It's time to pick up his sister's cake.
This time he has the feeling that time passes more quickly, which is due to the fact that the shop is only a few blocks away. Feeling a flood of nervousness in his stomach, he parks his motorbike in front of the shop and dismounts, not forgetting to take the square package with him. The door of the bakery opens with the sound of a bell, just like last time.
"Coming," a feminine voice yells from the back of the shop while Jungkook lets his eyes roam around the shop as he waits. Nothing has changed except that a certain silver-haired man is not there.
"Oh, it's you, my dear," the elder woman gleefully chirps, wiping her hands, dusted with flour on her white apron with an inscription of "Super Grandma". Jungkook can't help but chuckle with a nostalgic feeling that blossoms in his chest. 'My dear' is something his grandma had always said.
"I'm here to pick up the cake I ordered," the brown-haired man explains with red dusted cheeks as he notices her glimpse down at the package he holds before hiding it behind his back.
"I'm sure you'd like to see my grandson, but I'm afraid you'll have to settle for this old woman today." She warmly cackles, young and amused eyes. Jungkook's face flushes, embarrassed at being caught red-handed at his intention to come here.
"You still look fit and beautiful, good lady. May I ask when Jimin will be back?" Jungkook asks politely, stepping closer to the counter and as well to Jimin's grandmother.
