killer

+005

+Jeon Jungkook

Today I officially start work today at the cafe. Ive only been here for an hour, but I already want to leave. Ive just scrubbed a few tables and taken a few people's orders.

But suddenly, he comes through the door, holding the cafe uniform. He walks up to the counter, setting the uniform down. He crosses his arms, leaning over the counter.

"What are you doing here now?" I ask, and he smiles a little. "I work here," he responds. I roll my eyes.

"Since when?" I ask.

"Since today," he answers, and I sigh.

"What position are you working at?" I ask, and he sighs" his eyebrows raising.

"Dunno, manager was vague. But he said something about working along some Jungkook kid," he says. I groan, my head falling into my hands. "What?" He asks.

"I'm Jungkook," I say, and he nods. "Figured," he says.

"But hey, I'm not that bad to be around," he tries, and I laugh a little.

"Trust me, you are," I say, backing up to do my apparent regular check on the cash register.

"I am not," he says, sounding offended. I roll my eyes, which I seem to do often around him.

"Whatever. Get off your ass and clean off the counter or something," I say" handing him a rag. He gets up, putting on his apron and taking the rag. He makes it around the counter, beginning to wipe down the counters thoroughly

"I'm out, I'll be back in thirty. Don't get robbed, dont mess anything up," the manager says as he walks past us, and hes out the doors in a matter of seconds.

I watch him go, sighing with dread.

"Ah, alone at last," taehyung says, setting the rag down and leaning against the counter. "What are you talking about? Weve been alone every time weve met besides besides at the cafe," I say, and he laughs.

"Not at the club," he points out, and I nod. "Not at the club," I confirm.

"I guess the only time we were truly alone.." He says slowly, walking towards me. He reaches me, standing in front of me.

"Was that one night..." He follows up, getting closer.

"That one night where?" I ask, my tone following along with the flirtatious aura.

"That one night we were.. All alone.. In the dark.. With nobody else around.. And I had the perfect chance to.." He says, getting closer and closer. His eyes flicker from my lips to my eyes.

"Perfect chance to do what?" I ask, and his eyes go blank for a second. He closes and opens his mouth.

"Uh.. T-to kiss you, of course," he says, chuckling awkward.

"We just met," I say, looking into his eyes, smiling a little.

"Huh?" He says, and I look down for a second, smiling at the ground. I look back up, and his eyes are dark, and theres no smile anymore. He looks kind of scary.

"Well, you just said that one time in the dark was the perfect chance to kiss me. We had just met," I say, and he laughs a little.

"Ah, youre a pretty captivating guy," he says, getting a little closer, as we gained some distance.

"Mm, well if this makes you feel any worse, you missed your chance again," I say, and he looks downI, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Dont get too down though," I say, and I cup his has, leaning over a little to brush my lips against his cheek hastily. He looks down, his cheeks heating with embarrassment. I slide over, grabbing the rag he was using previously to wipe down the tables. I look over to him, and he's leaning against the counter, smiling and watching me.

"Quit being creepy and do something," i say, and he smiles wider.

"I am, I'm watching you work. Its pretty hot," he says, and I shake my head.

"I doubt that, but help me is what I meant," I say, and he sighs. He walks around the counter, grabbing another rag on the way.

"Besides, whats with you being so flirty?" I ask, and he chuckles.

"Dunno. Just thought it wasnt prohibited since I expressed my urge of liplock," he says, and I laugh. "Maybe you should have let me get drunk and kissed me then," I say, and he shakes his head.

"Ah, there's plenty of other things i could have done to you while you're drunk," he says, and I stare at him, a little concerned.

"That's vague," i say, continuing with my table cleaning.

I jump in surprise when I feel his hands wrap around me and his warm breath on my ear. I pause for a second.

"I can still do so many things while you're sober, though," he says, and I let my head fall, laughing a little.

"You do realize were in public, right?" I ask, and he laughs, pulling away.

"You're such a turn off," he says, walking away from me to help clean tables.

"Yet you were turned on by me cleaning tables?" I ask, and he laughs. "You got me there," he answers, and I shake my head.

"Youre quite intriguing, coconut."

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