Obscure [Jungkook x Reader AU]

chapter one

I slowly sip on my cup of coffee as my free hands fingers twirl over the keyboard of my laptop, trying to think of a place to start. Aside from my lack of inspiration, how loud it was in the bustling cafe wasn't helping either. All the people coming in and out, the baristas yelling back and forth about orders or a product running out, and the customers raising their voices just so they could be heard by the person sitting across the table. I made a horrible decision by making this the place I would reside for the morning to get away from my roommate and focus on my writing.

But damn did they have good coffee.

That was the only benefit at the moment, the only positive point that I could keep in my head to prevent myself from leaving. I couldn't go back to that dreaded apartment, not with her and her obnoxious music and constant smoking. Although, I loved her deeply, she managed to get on my nerves quite often.

She was an aspiring contemporary artist who was cooped up in an office building all day, trying to make ends meet on her side of the deal. The artist within her came out at night, and that's when she would always be up, blasting her music and smoking as the inspiration would come rolling in. She was off today, which meant that she would be trying to paint as much as she could within the small amount of freedom she has.

That's why I found myself sitting here, but then again, from how much activity is going on here, the apartment wasn't looking too bad.

I started to type out a little phrase but crinkled my nose when I didn't like it and erased it entirely. It was a struggle being a blogger.

The story was supposed to come from my experiences, but since I haven't experienced anything new recently, or practically ever, my thought process had run dry. I was paid a certain amount based on how many views or comments or likes on a certain post, and since the light of my stories has basically begun to fizzle out, I wasn't getting much income.

My boss was about to pull the plug and send me off. I groaned inwardly at the thought. There had to be something that I could write about that would draw more people in.

I began to look around the cafe, eyeing someone and anyone who was in it, trying to find some form of a muse to play off of. Even if I didn't know them or their experiences, I could make something up and cling to the hope of a good outcome.

There were the college students sitting in one booth --- everyone has heard of these stories before though ---, there were a few business men sitting in another --- but the only interesting story that could come from them was the possibility of a cheating scandal, and that's basically a normal thing to read or hear about nowadays ---, and then there were some teenage girls gossiping about the latest boy group or singer that was widely famous.

All the same old, same old stories that people were growing tired of hearing about.

I sat my coffee down on the table and placed my head in my hands. What on earth was I going to do? I perched my head on the palm of my hand and peered at the blank screen, considering my options. None of them were reasonable in my eyes,

I shut the laptop and packed it away in my case before standing up with my coffee in hand and heading for the door. There was no point in staying here anymore, I needed to get out and hopefully, maybe, see some 'help wanted' signs along the way.

I walked down the sidewalk, eyeing a few stores or businesses that caught my eye, but nothing was really sticking out to me in the way it should if I were interested.

I brought the coffee back up to my lips and took another sip, turning down the street to see another little cafe tucked in between two bars. Better than nothing. I continued my stroll down the sidewalk until I reached the little shop, pushing the door open, and stepping inside. A little bell above the door rang signaling my arrive, but the scarce customers didn't look up or bother to see who walked in.