Summer Serenade x Reader

32

Two days later, I finished the last of the orders, including his—Jungkook's order. My heart raced uncontrollably, knowing today was the day of delivery. I had been trying to prepare myself, but no amount of time could truly make me ready for this. Not for him.

I had delivered cakes all across South Korea, from Seoul to Busan and beyond. My cake shop had gained so much popularity that orders from different cities came in regularly. But never—never—had I felt this nervous about a single delivery.

And now, it was Jungkook's.

As I stood there, the perfectly wrapped red velvet cake in front of me, the weight of the situation hit me harder than ever. The delivery wasn't just another order—it was a direct link to a past I wasn't sure I was ready to face. My hands trembled as I gently picked up the box. I wasn't prepared to see him again, to confront the emotions I had buried so deep inside.

But there was no escaping it now. The duty had fallen to me, and I had no choice but to deliver the cake. To him. The thought of seeing his face, and hearing his voice, sent shivers down my spine. Would he recognize me? What would he say? What would I say?

My heart pounded in my chest as I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. This wasn't just any order—it was Jungkook's order. And I was about to walk back into the very part of my life I had spent years running from.

I was busy packing up the other cakes, trying to keep my mind off the impending delivery, when suddenly, a familiar voice echoed through the shop.

"Hello, I'm here to get my cake."

My heart stopped. That voice... Jungkook's voice. I froze, my entire body going stiff. I didn't turn around. I couldn't. My face was burning red, my hands trembling so badly that before I knew it, one of the cakes slipped from my grasp and tumbled to the floor. I gasped, unable to process what had just happened.

"Hello? Why is no one responding?" His voice sounded closer, more curious. My breath hitched in my throat. It was just me and him in the shop now. Everyone else had left to deliver cakes, and the rest wouldn't be handled until tomorrow.

Panic surged through me, my chest tightening as I felt a familiar sense of dread creeping in. What if he recognized me? What if I couldn't handle seeing him again? My vision blurred slightly as I struggled to calm my breath, feeling like I was on the verge of a full-blown panic attack.

"I guess there's no one here," Jungkook mumbled, and then I heard the soft chime of the bell above the door. He was leaving. Relief washed over me, and I exhaled shakily, thinking the encounter was over before it even began.

But as I slowly stood up from the floor, brushing my hands off, I turned toward the door—and froze. Jungkook was still there. Standing perfectly still, his dark eyes locked onto me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

He hadn't left. He tricked me.

I felt the blood drain from my face as our eyes met, and for a second, it was like time stopped. My heart raced wildly in my chest, my mind scrambling to make sense of the situation. He knew. He had known all along.

Jungkook stood by the counter, his presence both commanding and unsettling. "Where is my cake?" he asked, his voice steady but tinged with an underlying intensity.

I was crouched behind the counter, my heart racing as I struggled to maintain control. I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze. My hands were still shaking, and I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of the situation.

"Umm... your... cake... is... ready," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. I wanted to cry out loud, to let the flood of emotions overwhelm me, but I had to stay professional. I couldn't let him see how much he affected me.