It Started Out With A Kiss || taekook ff

Chapter Eight

JUNGKOOK POV

(That night)

Jungkook lay on his bed with his phone in his hands, but he couldn't bring himself to use it. He couldn't stop thinking about strawberries and Taehyung.

Why the hell can I not get him out of my fucking head?

He sighed as he finally picked up his phone to text Yoongi. He knew he would need a distraction over the weekend.

Jungkook: Hey Yoongi hyung

      Yoongi: Hey Jungkook, what's up?

Jungkook: Did you want to go grab lunch at that cafè down the street tomorrow?

     Yoongi: Yeah, why not? 1 PM?

Jungkook: That's perfect. See you then!

He set his phone down before taking a deep breath. He decided to try and get some sleep, since there was nothing else he wanted to do. Hopefully tomorrow I won't be thinking of... him.

(The next day)

After tossing and turning all night, Jungkook gave up at around six in the morning. He got out of his bed and walked into his bathroom, wincing at his appearance. He had dark bags under his eyes, and is hair was sticking up in every direction.

He walked back into his room and started doing push-ups. He preferred to workout in the mornings. He had to keep his muscles that he had worked so hard for. After his workout, he took a quick shower and went downstairs to his kitchen to make breakfast.

After eating, Jungkook checked the time. 8:45 AM. He groaned. He still had about three hours until he could leave to grab lunch with Yoongi. Not knowing what else to do, he turned on the television in his living room and watched some stupid show about these celebrities who couldn't quit arguing with each other.

(12:30 PM)

Jungkook sighed. He had watched more television in the past three hours than he has in the last week, and he felt drained of his energy. He got off the couch, checked his appearance once more before walking out his front door, locking it behind him.

He didn't live far from the cafè, so he knew he would be early but he just couldn't stand sitting around anymore. When he walked into the cafè, he was greeted by a familiar looking man.

"Hello! Welcome to the Pink Pony Cafè! Is it just you today?"

"No, two of us."

"Okay! You can sit right over here. When the other person arrives I'll be back to take your order!" The wide-shouldered man said before setting two menus down at a metal table.

Jungkook checked his phone: 12:51 PM. Yoongi should be here soon.

At exactly 1:00 PM the bells rang, and a few seconds later the mint-haired boy sat in front of Jungkook. "Hey Jungkook."

The younger smiled at him slightly, nodded in acknowledgement.

"Damn, why do you look like shit?" Yoongi had a genuine look of concern in his eyes, but a chuckle escaped his lips.

"Gee, thanks." Jungkook rolled his eyes. "I just didn't sleep well, that's all. Anyway, we should figure out what we want before the guy comes to take our orders."

A few minutes later, the waiter walked back to the table. "Are you two ready to order?"

Yoongi cleared his throat. "Yes, I'll have the chicken club sandwich with fries."

"Okay, and what can I get for you, Jungkook?"

Jungkook whipped his head up to the waiter. "Wait, how do you-"