rain [taekook] DISCONTINUED

coffee shop

CHAPTER TWO // COFFEE SHOP
Jungkook POV

I've been awake for hours. Pacing, panicking, looking at myself in the mirror for the one hundredth time, more pacing. Why am I so nervous? All we're doing is getting coffee, nothing more, nothing less. I have this bubbling feeling inside of me that I can't explain, maybe it's because I'm practically meeting a stranger today, I don't even know Kim Taehyung, for all I know he could be an alien from outer space.

Finally, the clock strikes 12:50pm and I figure I should start walking towards the coffee shop, I live pretty close so it isn't such a long walk. Luckily it isn't raining today. I grab my dark grey bag and slip my laptop and my writing journal inside, I grab my phone and Taehyung's red umbrella, I finally slip on my tan timberland boots and oversized light brown jacket before walking out of my cute little hip apartment that's way too big for just one person.

I walk quickly down the sidewalk and avoid all eye contact with passing strangers who eye the small lost boy stumbling through the crowded streets with his head low and eyes squinted in fear. I hate being outside. Usually I don't leave the comfort of my large apartment, I spend my days writing and typing. Crumpled pieces of paper and drafted documents lie everywhere. Sometimes when I feel like the walls are closing in on me I wait until nightfall before making my way outside, then I go for walks to clear my head. It usually results in a lot of tears.

I walk into the modern shop and the strong scent of freshly prepared coffee tingles in my nose, people are spread all over, most of them typing on their matching laptops. I sit at a table far in the corner, a table that's hidden away but can also be easily spotted as soon as you walk in.

I twiddle my thumbs nervously as sweat begins to form on my forehead. Calm down, Jungkook. It's just getting coffee, nothing serious. I sigh and squeeze my eyes shut as I play through the possible scenarios once again, none of them having positive outcomes. Maybe if I leave now I can just make up an excuse saying I forgot, heck, I won't even see him again anyways. If I leave now he would never know.

Just as I'm about to stand up the door to the shop opens and he stumbles in while taking in a deep breath of air. His hair looks much lighter and fluffier when it isn't drenched with rain drops, even his eyes look a little clearer. He glances around the shop until his eyes land on me. His smile is still the same.

My eyes widen as I swallow the growing lump in my throat, there's no backing out now, it's too late for that. Taehyung walks over to my table and sits across from me while letting out a heavy yet content sigh.

"Hello," he says and I smile, hoping my smile doesn't show how nervous I really am. "Hi," I manage to wheeze out and he chuckles softly. "You're so cute," he chirps happily and my eyes widen once again as I feel my cheeks turning pink. I smile and stare down at the table. I grab his umbrella and hand it to him, he smiles and accepts it and lays it by his feet.

"So um, Jungkook, tell me about yourself. Everything I know about you is from your author's notes at the end of all your books, and that isn't a lot of information."

He's read all of my books. Why does that make my heart race?

"Well, th-there isn't much to tell," I say in all honesty, no one really knows a lot about me, I'm like a closed book. But for some reason the calm and relaxing look in Taehyung's eyes makes me want to pour out my story to him. "As you know I'm an author. I started writing stories when I was nine but I started getting serious about it when I was fourteen. I'm quiet and tranquil, I'm not very outgoing as my writing depicts me to be," I explain and he nods the whole way through.

"What about you?" I ask and he sits up a little straighter as if he can't hold in his excitement. "I'm an artist," he says gleefully and a smile forms on my lips. "Really?" I say and he nods but then he pauses. "Well, I'm a beginning artist. Only sold a few pieces so far, some are in art galleries around town."

Wow, I've always wanted to be an artist. To be able to glide a paintbrush along a bare canvas and suddenly produce whatever emotion I feel. I guess I already do that but with a piece of lined paper and a pencil.

We order two coffees and then return to our table, my palms feel sweaty being infront of someone so confident and outgoing, the opposite of myself. "So how old are you, Jungkook?" Taehyung asks me and I squirm in my seat, I wonder if he's actually going to believe me, I do look a lot younger than I am. "Eighteen," I mumble and his eyes glow. "I'm twenty." Really? I thought he was the same age as me, his bright features make him look young.

We finish drinking our coffees and I realize that it's nearly been an hour and a half. My eyes widen. "Damn it, I forgot I was meeting my friend today. H-he's gonna be mad if I'm late, I-I'm sorry Taehyung, I have to go," I say quickly as I grab my bag and stand up. "It's okay," he says reassuringly, "maybe we can do this again sometime?" He asks and I nod and grin.

Just as I'm about to leave I feel his hand grab my wrist softly as he turns me around, my breath hitches as he stares down at me with a sparkle in his eye. "Wait, can I um... have your number?" He asks and I nod. I type my number into his phone and he adds my contact name, I notice he puts a bunny emoji next to it and I give him a confused look.

"You're cute like a bunny," he explains and I can feel my cheeks heat up. I walk out of the shop and into the busy streets, I push past people who still give the frantic walking eighteen year old weird looks. I smile subconsciously as I continue walking.