The Assistant JJK FF

Chapter 4: Coffee

Hey it's me. I'm back.
How are my favourite people doing?

Guys you know what. Its harder writing these author note thingies than actually writing a chapter.
So does that mean I have difficulty being myself more than being some made up character.
Probably has something to do with my deep rooted self hate and the fact that I  don't know myself that well.
*shrugs*
Oh well.

Ok I'll delay no further. I present to you chapter 4 my friends.
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"Baby baby geudaeneun caramel macchiato. Yeojeonhi nae ipgaen geudae hyanggi dalkomhae. Baby baby tonight."

"Ma'am I just asked if you wanted coffee. Please you don't have to sing." The barista pleads.

You didn't even realise you were singing (or rather harming those around you with your voice) in the first place. But you can't help it. If anything remotely reminds you of your favourite boy group, you end up blurting it out. It's tough being a devoted, passionate, tone deaf fan.

Seeing that you were still early you stopped at a coffee house on your way to the bighit building. You also happened to embarrass yourself with your voice at the same coffee house... but those are just minor details.

"Yeah I'll have a caramel macchiato and one blueberry muffin,"  you finally give your order much to the baristas relief. You pay for your order and are given an order number, 23.

You look down at your watch, to see its only 6.45 . You'll be able to get your coffee and still be on time for you interview. Hopefully things would finally go your way.

You were ecstatic at the idea of working for your favourite group. Meeting your long time bias, Jeon Jungkook, would be the best thing ever. Maybe he'd even give you an autograph or just acknowledge your existence. Either of which you were okay with.

You had a good feeling about today. It probably had something to do with the white shirt you were wearing. It was your mother's shirt. Something you preserved for an important day since it was your mother's favourite shirt. A gift from her brother. She always used it on important occassions saying that if she wore that shirt nothing would go wrong that day, it would be a good day. You hoped the same applied to you.

You remember how beautiful she looked whenever she wore it. The shirt all in all was simple. It had long fitted sleeves and the only work it had on it was silver beading around the neckline. Your mother made the shirt look like it was something special. Because that's what she did.  She always made things special.

Your mother always looked beautiful. She had a friendly glow to her that just made her stand out.  Even on the days she worked extra hard and her weariness was seen through all her features she was still the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

You feel yourself getting teary at the thought of your mother as you always did when she came to mind. You briskly push the sad thoughts away.

You stand at the counter waiting for your order. A male wearing a black dust mask approaches the counter.

"Order number 22 and 23."

The male reaches for his two trays of coffee. Seven coffees in total. While you take your drink and muffin.

As you turn the unknown man turns too. The simultaneous movement in the small space causes the both of you to clash into one another causing not only the warm drinks to fall to the ground but also spill onto your clothing.

The man, who was wearing all black, was left unaffected besides his beverages falling to the ground. You on the other hand weren't so lucky. The coffee had splashed onto your white shirt resulting in a gigantic brown splotch on the middle of your shirt. Not to mention the bump had caused your muffin to also fall to the ground. The day just keeps getting better and better.

Normally you wouldn't be upset if something like this were to happen. You would just brush it off saying: accidents happen. However today was different. Today you weren't just wearing one of your regular baggy hoodies. You were wearing a shirt that was particular special to you because of all the memories it held of the person you loved so much.

You couldn't help but feel mad. You could feel yourself ready to explode. Very rarely did you get mad, so when you did it was quite the sight. The poor stranger was about to be subjected to your fury. It wasn't really his fault. It was just an accident. He didn't know the importance of the clothing you were wearing.

"You fucking fucktard. Look what you just did to my shirt. Ughh. I have an important interview in a few minutes and I'm suppose to look presentable. The only place I would look acceptable is in a stain removal commercial. You absolute imbecile."

"I was going to apologise but I don't think you deserve an apology." A deep voice replies.

"I don't give a flying fuck about whether you apologise or not. A sorry is not going to help me in anyway. So you can take that apology and stick it up your-"

"You can stop right there. I hope the job you're being interviewed for doesnt require any social interactions because you dont seem to to know how to converse with people."

"I could interact with people all day if I wanted to as long as they're not an idiot like you." You check your watch quickly and notice that you have five minutes until your interview starts. "I don't know why I'm wasting my time with someone like you."

You rush out of the coffee house. Sadly not having time to get another muffin.
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Hey guys. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I hope it didn't drag.
Just  a quick note i changed yn's brothers name to Jun. So if you see that don't get confused.

I hope everyone is having a lovely day. And please don't forget to vote and comment. It would make my very unhappy soul extremely happy.

Ok bye my lovelies. See you in the next chapter.