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eleven.

열하나

     jungkook sat in front of the mirror, stretching as the others did the same. he knew he was the best among them. no, it was not his ego or pride. jungkook was a blunt and truthful person, he spoke at the face and he only spoke the truth.

     the company he was under already had a boy group on the way to their debut and it was formed before he joined the company. so he sure couldn't be a part of it. moreover, boy groups weren't his style. he was a more of a solo artist type. he felt it and so did his company. he has been the talk since he had joined. his prodigious voice and dancing skills were something the no one could refuse to acknowledge.

     once he was done with the dance and vocal practice for the day, he went straight to starbucks where he worked part time as the barista. changing his clothes, he put on an apron and greeted his co-workers before heading into the kitchen area. cafe was busy and he got several bills along with cups which had different names written on them. it was something he loved to do.

     reading the different names of people, some real, some made up. it was fascinating for him, how he would read the name, see the number of cups the person had ordered and he could easily make out the purpose of their visit. people on dates, with friends, with family or alone, jungkook made a guess with every cup he got and was almost never wrong.

     there was an order which grabbed his attention. it was a grande java chip for the name, chimchim. it was rather a cute name, and jungkook's intuition started it's own work. an image of girl in pink was something he thought of. and since his curiosity was on high, he decided to step outside to see the customer.

      but his jaw dropped when he saw his new neighbor, jimin in all black.

     it was unpredictable. he was unpredictable.

❝predictable people are boring. those who murder your sixth sense are the interesting one's❞