Your phone buzzed happily on the table. *happy buzz*
You pull it out and open the tab, lazily sipping your morning (What do y'all drink in the mornings?)
You almost spit out your *drink.* A favorite bookstore bookstore is having a giant sale!!! (Idk, I rly like books)
Swallowing the rest of your mug's contents, you hurriedly change into jeans and a snuggly fall sweater. (Sweater weather!!!) You slip on a pair of cozy boots and grab your purse. In the car, you tie your hair up messily.
A freaking booksale!
A cheerful bell tolls your arrival as you push open the door. The smell of stories--paper, ink, and imagination--hits your nostrils and you breathe in the familiarity of it.
You wave at the cashier and make your way past the plump reading armchairs. A few early birds sit at the coffee bar, drowsily nursing coffees or flipping through newspapers.
You eagerly browse the shelves, fingers tracing the sides of the books. You look up your favorite authors, series, mangas, etc...
Finding nothing new for your bookshelf, you wander into the dustier, unused section of books for a hidden gem.
A tall window shed early morning light on the shelves. It filtered through the misty glass panes, bouncing off dust motes that floated lazily in the air and illuminated the books with a soft golden glow.
A book on the highest shelf caught your eye--blue with silver swirling script on a hard, ocean blue, canvas backing. You couldn't reach it. (Imma just assume we're all short for the sake of the story)
Nobody was close enough to help and you were too shy to ask anyway. Tip-toeing, your fingers grazed the worn cedar wood.
You put a foot in the bottom shelf and reached for it again, clutching the shelf with one hand. You felt the book beneath your fingertips. You tried to pull it out and sighed as it slid slightly outward.
"Need some help?" Someone asked.
You make a sound in your throat as you slip. You take the book out just enough so that it falls with you.
A strong arm catches you securely by your waist and you flinch, waiting for the book to hit you in the face. It doesn't.
You open an eye suspiciously, then the other. The strong arm belong to quite a face. Black hair, dark chocolate eyes, smooth pale skin- Oh! He's talking!
He was apologizing and helping you stand.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" He rambles, tugging his bangs.
You smile. "It's alright, I wasn't paying attention."
He apologizes again. "I should have helped you sooner!"
The fact that he'd seen you earlier and didn't help doesn't register. Your eyes are searching for the book that hasn't smacked you in the head. When you find it, laughter bubbles up inside of you. It spills out.
"...just watching--what?" The lost look on his face was adorable.
"You caught the book too." You giggle.
"Oh, yeah. That's me, Jeon Jungkook, always catching things." He grinned sweetly.
"Does that line usually work for you?" You ask him seriously.
He blushed and mumbles. "Can I just buy you this book?"
"I'd like that. It's Y/N by the way."
" Y/N. " Jungkook offered me his arm. "You have excellent taste in books." He observed.
Help! I'm a hopeless romantic who will die single! Anyway, here's another Jungkook one shot. I hope you guys like it!
