Hot Streak // (BTS Jikook)

Four

I woke to the sound of a crow outside my window. The small black bird was perched on the balcony of the dorm next to mine, cawing loudly as if it knew I was annoyed.

I grabbed the nearest pillow I could find and smothered my face with it, curling my body to the side and hiding from the noise the best that I could.

Once the bird gave up and flew away, I tried everything I could to get back to sleep – nothing. The damage was done. I was fully awake.

I checked the time: 10 AM. I had a lunch date with Namjoon that day, but since I had spent so much talking to Jimin, I was running on what felt like no sleep at all. I needed all the rest I could get.

Damn bird.

I locked the phone and placed it onto the nightstand next to my bed. As I rose from the tangled assortment of blankets and sheets, slowly running my hands through my hair, I found myself thinking about Jimin again.

I hoped he was having a good rest, and took my advice about drinking water before bed – he was pretty drunk the night before. I just hoped his hangover wasn't nearly as bad as mine was.

I was meeting Namjoon at a small place called Pete's. According to Namjoon, they had the best waffles in all of Canada. I didn't particularly like waffles, but I needed an excuse to get out of the house and also to keep myself from texting Jimin.

It wasn't healthy to want to text a complete stranger every day, I thought.

*

It was just past noon when I finally got to Pete's.

I was late, as usual.

Namjoon had been waiting ten minutes for me. By now he was probably expecting this, though.

I pushed the glass doors open and nodded politely to the waitress that greeted me, eagerly looking around for his familiar blonde head.

I spotted Namjoon patiently waiting near the back wall. He was wearing a black beanie.

He seemed bored, sitting there sucking on a green blow pop. It made me smile; Namjoon always had something in his mouth.

"Hey. Sorry ,I'm late." I began, sitting down in the old wooden chair across from him.

Namjoon glared a little, then slid me a plastic laminated menu. "Eh, I came late too in anticipation. I've only just got here. Good thing I did, though."

"Yeah, sorry." is all I could say. Namjoon had heard it all before; there was no sense in making excuses to him.

"I'm getting waffles." He finally spits out, slamming the menu back down. "And a Dr. Pepper. What about you?"

I skimmed my eyes down the lunch section, not seeing anything that grabbed my attention or even piqued my interest.

"Kookie. You have to get the waffles, I swear." He pressed, leaning over the table to stare at me. "They're heavenly."

I really didn't want them, but I figured that since I was late, I could let Namjoon have this one.

"Yeah, sure. I'll have the blueberry ones." I said reluctantly. A bleak smile forming on my face as I placed the menu back down onto his.

The waitress came by a moment later and took our order. She was a cute girl: a blonde pixie cut, small face, and large eyes. Her voice was soft and calming too.

When she finally walked away Namjoon nearly erupted from his chair, pulling me into his face so that I met him halfway across the table.

He turned his face and whispered into my ear. "If I don't get her number by the end of this meal I give you permission to murder me."