Obscure [Jungkook x Reader AU]

chapter six

 "Miss. . . miss you can't sleep on the table. You're getting drool everywhere," I feel a nudge on my shoulder which causes me to snort as my eyes slowly open, looking around at my surroundings. I peer up to see the mystery boy standing above me, his arms folded across his chest with a frown on his face, "I'm not cleaning this up, just so you know. It's on your own hands." He spits at me, shaking his head. I look away from him as I sit up and realize I'm sitting in the cafe, my brows pulling together in confusion. 

"Wait—I thought—" I stutter trying to piece together what had happened. 

"You thought what?" He says, his voice very harsh. 

"Weren't we just in an alley?" I question. I know for a fact what happened because it was far too real to be some dream my subconscious conjured up. I wasn't that creative to make something like that on my own, it had to be real. 

"No, you came in here, sat down, we talked for a bit, and when I came back with your order you were passed out on the table." My eyes shift from him and down to the plate in front of me where my sandwich sat untouched. What the fuck? 

"Oh," I mutter. This still wasn't adding up. . . Either he was a very good actor or I was on some shit. Did any drink taste funky last night? 

"Yeah, so clean up your mess, eat and leave." 

"But I'm positive of where I was, where you were as well." I say suddenly, rubbing my thighs somewhat nervously. 

"You have an active imagination." 

"I'm not that creative. Not creative enough to conjure up watching a man being murdered and you knocking several men to ground in an effortless way." His eyes widen and I believe I caught him in his little acting gig, but his facial features settle back into their normal scowl. 

"Damn, you're even crazier than I thought you were." He mutters as he turns to walk away from my table, shaking his head in the process. 

"I'm not crazy, I know what I saw." 

 "You saw that in your head, you mind put images there for you. It's called dreaming, learn the difference between reality and a figment, it'll save you from being put in a mental hospital." My mouth drops at the words that so effortlessly tumbled from his lips.

"Excuse me?!" I practically yell at him. 

"What?" He asks confused. "I know what the difference between reality and dreams are. I'm an author after all." I admit to him. 

"But authors sometimes get so involved with their own world that they can't decipher what is real and what they have created." He states, emitting a growl from me. 

"I know what I saw, I know what you did." I say defensively. 

"Keep telling yourself that, but this is reality." He gestures around him with his hands, bowing a bit in sarcasm. I reach forward to slap him but he dodges it quickly and instead I knock over the hot tea, causing it to spill in my lap. 

"Fuck!" I curse as I abruptly stand up, hitting my legs against the table and causing the items sitting on top to rattle. I suck in a sharp breath as I reach for a napkin and start to pat the wet areas, biting on my lower lip. The mystery boy is laughing, bent over at the stomach with his hands resting on his knees.

 "Do—Do that again!" He says, laughing harder, "That was funny shit."

 "It won't be funny when I throw this sandwich at your face." I threaten, but it's a pathetic threat. What good would a sandwich do? Absolutely nothing. Except cure hunger. . . but that's beside the point. 

"I'm not cleaning that up either, that's all you." He says as he turns to walk away.

  "But you work here! It's your job to clean!" I scream in frustration

."As my mother always told me when I was younger, your mess, your problem." He walks towards a table will grandparents, taking out his pad and pen as he begins to take their order. I huff out in annoyance as I grab several napkins from the dispenser and begin to clean up the tea that had mixed with my drool. 

Stuffing the napkins in the empty cup, I got up to leave, not bothering to leave the amount for the food since I didn't even eat any of it.

 "You have to pay for that." He says from behind me, which causes me to roll me eyes. I turn around and dig in my purse, fishing a ten out and shoving it at him. 

As I turn to leave, he speaks up again, "What? No tip?" I grit my teeth, turning around once more with a phony smile etched onto my face, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot," I reach down into my purse, digging around a bit before I quickly pull my hand back up and attempt to slap him across the face, but his hand catches my wrist before I could full on hit him. "Somehow I knew your reaction time would be impeccable." I mutter into his face, recalling how quickly he managed to knock down four guys in swift motions, "But how am I to know? After all I am living in a fantasy world." I pull my hand out of his grasp and walk out of the restaurant, not allowing him to utter anything else to me.