This was something I lazily wrote when I was bored, so it's pretty bad..
Jungkook checked in and put his apron on, going into the back to put his bag in his locker and he locked it, heading back out to the front.
It was the early morning, 4:00 am. It was quiet. Jungkook preferred it that way. The only person he liked to talk to only ever ordered the same thing every time. He had been working there for about a year to get a little extra pocket money. He was a stereotypical broke college student.
Everyday the same man came in and ordered the same thing and sat in the same place.
"What would you like?"
"Seattle roast, black please."
"Alright, thank you."
He would always speak with a smile while the other man would speak every word the same, without purpose or like he had no reason to say them. He wondered why, and how someone could be so dead. He even drank his coffee soullessly. Is he gay? Does he like his coffee black? Like his men?
No.
Jungkook snorted as he handed the man his cup of coffee, receiving a look.
"What?" He asked blankly.
The boy shook his head and smiled, "nothing sir, enjoy your coffee."
Before Jungkook could walk away, he spoke up, "I come here a lot. So I'll tell you my name. Kim Namjoon. You don't have to call me sir all the time, kiddo, just Namjoon."
Jungkook got serious and nodded, "yes si- Namjoon." He smiled at his silly mistake.
He walked away, and from the corner of his eyes he swears up and down that he saw Namjoon crack a smile.
