I'll be there! | Jin one shots

Jinkook - Purple Hair Angel

As Jungkook nursed his glass of whiskey at the club bar, the faint smell of perfume drifted over. A woman with a confident stride and a striking figure sidled up beside him.

"Seems like you need some company," she purred, leaning against the bar with a practiced smirk.

Jungkook barely spared her a glance, his gaze returning to his half-empty glass as he swirled the amber liquid, finding it far more interesting than the woman attempting to get his attention.

"Oh, playing hard to get?" she teased, her voice full of challenge. "Well, I like a good chase."

Jungkook's patience was thin, his mood even darker tonight, and her persistence grated on him. He set his glass down, shooting her an icy look. "No matter how hard you try, nothing's going to work. So I suggest you save your time and get lost."

The woman's smirk faltered, replaced with a flash of irritation. "Oh, I see. Fiery, huh?" She tried a few more lines, only to be met with Jungkook's blank stares and monosyllabic answers, until she finally snapped.

"You know what? You're nothing but an egoistic, cold guy. No one nice or kind would ever look twice at you," she spat.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, her words hitting closer than he'd like to admit. The last thing he needed tonight was someone throwing salt into his wounds.

He was running from a storm he couldn't escape-an argument with his father that left him feeling more hollow than ever.

His father had always been demanding, pushing Jungkook to follow the family business, pressuring him to abandon his dreams of a creative career in music. Tonight had been no different. They'd fought over dinner, and this time, his father's words had cut deeper than usual.

Jungkook had tried to reason with him, explaining that his passion lay in music, that he wanted to create something meaningful. But his father's dismissive scoff was all he got in return.

Feeling lost, he'd texted his best friend, hoping for some comfort. But his friend hadn't arrived yet, leaving Jungkook alone with his turbulent thoughts.

Desperate to make her leave, he sighed and asked, "How much do you want to just leave me alone?"

"I don't want your money," she replied, an odd glint in her eye. "I just want to see if you've got any charm. How about this? If you can get anyone I pick to give you attention, I'll leave."

Jungkook let out a scoff, looking at her with a deadpan expression. "I'm not here to entertain you. If you don't leave, I'll call security."

"Oh, I know you don't have the guts," she taunted, crossing her arms. "You're not worth anyone's time."

The words stung, and Jungkook's pride wouldn't let it go. He downed the rest of his drink, slamming the glass on the counter before giving her a hard look. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "Choose."

A victorious smirk crossed her face as she scanned the club. Her eyes landed on a man who seemed visibly out of place, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, untouched drink in front of him. His hair was a striking shade of purple.

The woman pointed at him. "Him."

Jungkook followed her gaze, his eyes locking on the unfamiliar figure. Even from a distance, he could see the gentle expression on the man's face, his presence soft, almost innocent. Without another glance at the woman, Jungkook made his way over, weaving through the crowd.

When he reached the man, he cleared his throat and tapped his shoulder gently. The man turned around, and Jungkook froze. The stranger looked up at him with wide, curious eyes that shimmered with innocence. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat, a strange warmth flooding through him.

"Um...can I help you?" the man asked, his voice soft, laced with a hint of nervousness. He raised a brow, and his lips curved slightly, as if he was amused by Jungkook's sudden silence.

"Oh, I-" Jungkook faltered, feeling unexpectedly self-conscious. The words he had prepared evaporated. He managed a small, awkward smile before muttering, "Never mind."

Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and left, unable to shake the thought of those gentle eyes and that innocent smile. For the rest of the week, he found himself returning to the club every night, hoping to catch a glimpse of the "purple-haired angel."

But the man never appeared.

Frustrated yet determined, Jungkook paid the club security for access to the CCTV footage. He spent hours watching, his patience rewarded when he finally saw the man leaving with a group of friends, all piling into a single car. Jotting down the license plate number, he did some investigating and found that the car belonged to a small café owner.

The next morning, Jungkook found himself standing outside a cozy café on a quiet street. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door, his heart pounding.

And there he was. The man with purple hair-his angel-was standing behind the counter, smiling as he took a customer's order. Jungkook couldn't move, rooted in place as he took in the man's warmth and kindness.

"Can I help you?" The man looked up, catching Jungkook staring.

Snapping out of his trance, Jungkook forced a casual smile, stepping up to the counter. "Uh, yeah. Coffee. Black. Less sugar."

The man gave a small nod. "Sure thing. Coming right up." As he prepared the coffee, Jungkook noticed the name tag pinned to his apron: Seokjin.

"So...do you come here often?" Seokjin asked with a chuckle as he handed over the coffee, clearly picking up on Jungkook's unusual nervousness.

"Actually, this is my first time," Jungkook admitted, taking the cup. "But maybe I'll start coming more often."

Seokjin's face lit up with a laugh, the sound soft and warm. "Well, I'll make sure your coffee's perfect every time, then."

Over the following days, Jungkook returned to the café, finding excuses to linger and chat with Seokjin. Their conversations were simple-small talk about the weather, work, and their favorite foods-but each exchange brought them closer. Jungkook learned that Seokjin had a heart as pure as his innocent smile, and Seokjin found himself drawn to Jungkook's subtle charm and thoughtfulness.

One evening, as they closed up the café together, Seokjin hesitated by the door. "Jungkook, can I ask you something?"

"Anything," Jungkook replied, his gaze steady.

"Why did you keep coming back here?" Seokjin asked, looking down shyly. "I mean, you don't seem like the type who'd hang out in a small café."

Jungkook's face softened. "I came back for you. The first time I saw you...you felt like a breath of fresh air, something I didn't know I needed. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since."

Seokjin's cheeks flushed, and he looked away, biting back a smile. "I...I don't know what to say. I thought maybe you just needed a good cup of coffee."

Jungkook chuckled softly, reaching out to gently hold Seokjin's hand. "I found something better than coffee."

A silence settled between them, the air heavy with unspoken feelings. Slowly, Jungkook leaned closer, his voice a whisper. "Can I...?"

Seokjin's eyes met his, bright and trusting. He gave a slight nod, and Jungkook closed the gap, pressing his lips softly against Seokjin's.

It was a gentle kiss, tentative and warm, but it spoke of every silent longing they'd shared. When they pulled back, both of them were smiling.

"Maybe you can be my coffee from now on," Jungkook murmured, brushing a stray strand of purple hair from Seokjin's face.

Seokjin chuckled, his hand resting against Jungkook's cheek. "As long as you're willing to come back to me every day."

"Every day," Jungkook promised, pulling Seokjin into his arms, finally feeling at peace.

From that day on, the café became their special place-a reminder of the night fate led them to each other, a promise of the future they'd build together.