First Kiss

Trouble

"Stop staring at me. It's creepy." He says as he shifts his shoulders, moving around in the chair, uncomfortable.

"Sorry, just caught up in memories." You look at your coffee and take a drink, avoiding looking any further at him.

With your eyes staring into your coffee, you ask him, "So how many more are you stringing along? One in every city across the world?"

"Mia, stop, and no, not right now."

You sprew your coffee on the table and grab your napkin, wiping your mouth, "Not right now? You mean you were dating more than two!?"

"No, that is not what I meant, actually . . ." His bodyguard interrupts him.

"Mr. Jeon, are you ready to go?" His bodyguard asks as he walks up to the table. He grins at the girl he sees sitting with Jungkook. 'Not usually his type, but she is a lot prettier. I wonder what happened to the other one?' His eyes shift, and he scans the area, not seeing her anywhere.

He lightly shrugs it off, 'It's not my place to question. I'll ask Kook about this one later.' He is very professional when in front of others, and Jungkook prefers it that way, as does he. But when it's mostly just them or with other close staff, they are more casual. 

"Yes, I was just finishing up here, catching up with an old friend." He smiles at you as he stands to leave. He turns back, "Oh, can I have your number, Mia?"

You and the bodyguard both look at him surprised. "Why do you want my number, Jungkook?"

'Why does she even have to ask?' thinks his bodyguard. 'Most would have already given him their number by now.' He laughs to himself as he looks at you, 'I like this one.'

"I want your number so I can call you silly," Jungkook says, showing his cute bunny smile.

"Don't call me Silly. You know my name. Surely, there is no need to have my number."

He says, "Don't call me Shirley."

Jungkook bursts out laughing, "Just like old times." 

His bodyguard shakes his head, 'Young people these days,' and rolls his eyes, fighting a laugh.

You sigh—you can't help it—and laugh, too. He leans close to you. "Can I have your number, Mia, please?" he asks with the cutest bunny smile you haven't seen since . . . he was thirteen.

You sigh and give in, handing him the number you wrote quickly on a paper napkin. 'Why do you do this to yourself, Mia? Ugh! I loath men like him and with good reason.'

He takes the paper napkin and tucks it in his coat pocket. "Thanks."

His bodyguard reaches out, putting his hand on his arm. "We need to go, Mr. Jeon. The interview starts in two hours, and you must meet up with the others to get ready." His bodyguard leads Jungkook away as he calls back to you. 

"I will call ya, I will."

You roll your eyes and wave. You don't expect he will. You get up and buy another coffee.

"You off work now, Mia?" asks Binnie, the cashier, as she rings you up.

"Yeah, just half a day today."

"Who was that gorgeous man you were talking to?" She handed you your cup, leaning on her elbows, and her hands under her chin, smiling at you.

"Trouble," is what you tell her. 

Binnie stands back up, grinning, "Fun kind of trouble or bad kind of trouble?" with anticipation, she waits for you to answer.

"Bad." Is your reply as you take your cup and sit at a little table away from her coffee kiosk. You didn't want to talk anymore about Kooki.  You scold yourself as you sit, 'Jungkook, not Kooki.'

You get your tablet out and begin working on your newest story. You have a deadline coming up. But you can't concentrate.  Your mind keeps drifting to Koo . . . Jungkook. 'Ugh, pull it together. What the hell is wrong with you!?' 

But you knew. All those memories are flying at you now, and you prop your chin on your hand, looking where you saw him go. Your coffee is getting cold as you wonder back into the past.