BORROWED TIME || J.JK

••×e n t r y 26ו•

••×e n t r y 26ו•

[Dear Jungkook,
I just want to love someone without feeling any pain... Is that too much to ask?]

You ran your fingertips to feel the small specs of dust that form in the tip of your fingers, as you laid them on one of the coffee racks that you're trying to clean.

A timid sly smile formed across your face when you remember how'd you get a new job with a nice fare so easily. Fortunately, your mom has a friend which is an owner of a newly opened café somewhere down the city of Seoul. Your mom's friend which is your new boss giddily insisted you to be one of her cute cafe servants.

The cafe was wonderful, it was very relaxing, having this home-like space and furniture... Costumers usually come by because of the good ambiance and aroma of the bitter sweet latte special that your café called as the specialty.
Books and photographs are everywhere to be seen, making the small yet homey café unique.

"You've done a great job today. It felt like you didn't even fractured your bones." Mrs. Lee, your new boss and your mom's friend greated you with a sweet smile plastered on her lips.

You nodded in response. "I am enjoying this job." You spoke the truth.

"I'm glad you do." She tapped your shoulders lightly before returning back to the counter to approach the new comers.

You smiled triumphantly, making your way to the kitchen one again to brew the new orders.

××

Days in the café went by just like that. You weren't getting tired one last bit. You were indeed enjoying everything about the café. It was you're dream to have one and it was the same reason why you're working right now. Working as a server there gives you ideas and proper practice for the near future you wanted for your self.

3:34 a.m. the café hasn't even open yet, It was one of the days when you wake up too early and having the urge to start the day and serve coffee to people who wake up this early in the morning. So you made your way to the cafe and fixed everything before anyone else gets to come in.

With your back facing the counter, the sides of your lips curled up hearing the door chimes, indicating a costumer. You faced the boy in front of the counter with a smile on your lips.

"Welcome to Lee Café! How can I help you?" You greeted him nicely.

The boy in front of you who's clad in a black baseball cap, black face mask, and a black coat stared at your face for a quite few seconds before finally pulling down his mask, taking you by surprise.

"One Americano." He curtly ordered.

You nod your head, smile falling into a small frown, as you feel his gaze never leaving your back while you were busy preparing his drink.

Just when you thought you'll somehow manage to live a life without concerning him to your own life. . . he came by with dark bags under his eyes 3:58 in the morning to order Americano in your face.

"Here. Please enjoy your drink." You sounded monotonous, as you served him. His eyes never leaving your frail figure.

"Y/N."

Just that escaping from his lips makes you quiver and shudder. Tears are threatening to kick out of your glistening eyes. It never crossed your mind that he'll still be here somewhere around Seoul. And just seeing him makes you want to just throw yourself at him and hug him tightly and never let go for dear life.

"Y-Yes...?" You stammered. "Do you need anything else?"

"You."

He bit his lips, sitting in front of the coffee counter.

"I need to talk to you."

"What about... J-Jungkook?"

"Why did you leave the company?"

"My contract is over."

He frowned. "But you didn't say bye to me?"

"I'm sorry, I was busy."

"No! You're avoiding me." He declared, taking you by surprise.

You couldn't believe him just now. He was the one who started kissing you and leaving you after you rejected him... And now he's there in front of you, saying that you owe him for leaving him and ignoring him! And for fuck's sake! He has your number and he's the one who didn't contact you after what happened.

"But Jungkook...?" For once in your life you had something you hated about him.

Seemed to be taken aback by your tone. His eyes widened, realizing what he had just done to you and what was he saying. He backed off.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry. I'm tired of hearing that." You let out a choked cry.

"But I'm really sor--" he tried holding you, but you cried louder making him flinch.

Never in his life that he got scared of touching someone because he was afraid to break you more. Too afraid to stain you more because you were too fragile and sterile for his touch.

"Here." You handed him a tissue paper, taking him by surprise. "Crumple it. Tear it apart. Rip it!"

You shouted making him do what you said in immediacy. He tore the tissue paper apart.

"Now. Say sorry to it!" You ordered again making him do just, as you wanted.

He mumbled a small 'sorry' to the paper.

Nothing happened.

"See? It didn't get back to how it was. It is still a ripped apart soft paper... Even when you say sorry, nothing's going to change. It is still ripped. I'm still hurt!" You cried, rubbing your eyes. He was stunned and left frozen. "You made a song cover of Paper Hearts. Yet it was like you didn't know that hearts are made of papers, they easily get tore and ripped and crumpled! But you still took the guts to ruin mine!"

"Y/N I... I'm..." He was lost of words.

For the first time, he heard your complains about getting hurt, about feeling pain, and about feeling loveless. For the first time, you blamed him and didn't talked about him that you don't want him hurt, you didn't talk about his feelings and other's fellings. For the first time you talked about yourself. . . you talked about how selfish you are right now. You didn't blame yourself for feeling this way, instead; you blamed him.

That's when he knew that you had had it!

You're tired of him.

He wanted to touch you for dear life, but seeing you like this, at this state.

He... He hated himself.

"I'm leaving." He blurted out. Taking his coffee in his hands, you didn't even know that he's been needing it for his life.

A coffee for a man who has been thinking about what or who do his heart wants for almost half a week.

He clearly knew the answer, yet his brain couldn't take it.

The door chimed onces again, indicating his leave. Your tired set of eyes lingered at his back, as he walks through the crowd of people under the vivid colour of sunrise.

Was this the last...?

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