Author: kpopfanfictrash
Genre: Second Chance Romance / Modern Fantasy
Pairing: Jungkook / Reader (she/her)
Synopsis: Fear has never been a foreign concept to you. Your entire life has been shaped by the knowledge that you're different, and fear of t...
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"This can't be a coincidence," you mutter, staring through the window.
The slightly dilapidated Ramen-rama tables stare back at you until the owner walks past. Catching you standing there, he motions you on.
Somewhat chagrined, you trudge down the sidewalk. Reaching a playground two blocks away, you collapse on a bench and attempt to be rational. Four different interviews. Spread across two different days. Each one ending the exact same.
One crappy interview, even two, and you'd understand. But four crappy interviews in the same way? Something weird is happening. Each interview, you arrived, greeted the owner, answered a few questions, and were thus informed the position was filled.
It wasn't that you hadn't gotten a job. It was that your interviewers seemed nervous, staring hard at your resume and never your face. They seemed relieved when you left, as though you were liable to break something for fun.
"Hey. Did you interview this morning at Ramen-rama?"
Startled, you turn and find a stranger beside you.
You don't recognize him; certainly you'd remember if you met before. Dressed in a Ramen-rama t-shirt, his dark hair is gathered in a bun on his head. His hair makes your chest ache, since Jungkook used to wear his like that.
"Um, yeah," you say, yanking yourself from your daydreams.
He smiles and nods. "I thought that was you. Listen – I overheard the manager talking this morning on the phone while I was unloading the truck. I think he was talking about you, so I thought I should tell you what I overheard."
Concerned, you straighten. "Uh, okay. What was he saying?"
"He was talking to your old boss – Pierre? Apparently, he's calling around and warning people not to hire you. Said that you stole from him, or something. Not sure if it's the same story for everyone, or if he's making up shit up in the moment."
Your jaw nearly drops. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah." The guy's smile turns wry. "I'm assuming none of it's true. You don't look like the thieving type, but the boss is running a business, I guess. Can't be too careful."
"Right." You pause, then shake your head. "I didn't steal, just so you know. A guest was an ass to me, so I dumped water on him – on accident," you add.
Laughing loudly, the guy clutches his bicycle. "Wow, I'd love to hear that story. Especially the part about it being an accident," he adds with a wink, sticking out his hand. "I'm Wooyoung."
"Y/N," you say as you shake. "So. Pierre is calling people?"
Brow furrowed, Wooyoung pulls back. "Yeah. Sorry I had to tell you like this. Wasn't sure whether you'd want to know, but figured I should."
You push yourself to stand. "I do appreciate it. Thanks for telling me."
"No problem." Sheepish, he glances down the road. "I should actually get back if I don't want to lose my job. Delivery," he explains, nodding towards his bike. "Need the extra income."
