BTS Imagines

Cafe

Jungkook x Reader

A/N: credit goes to my friend Nori for writing this. She wrote it for my b-day.
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    I never thought I'd be here. Standing in front of a taxi right outside the airport. When I had agreed to move to South Korea to start a new life, clearly I was not thinking. I didn't even learn Korean which was completely stupid of me. I could only hope things would get better from here.
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    Fast forward one year, and things have turned happier, calmer, even peaceful. I felt like I could breathe again. I felt like living was something I wanted after months of it being something I just did.

    Using some of the money I had managed to save, I opened a small cafe. It was as if my occupation was healing me as time went by.
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    It was a gorgeous morning and rush hour was about to begin. I pulled out a tray of vanilla sugar cookies out of the oven to cool.

    "Hey Jiwoo! Why don't you come ice these and I'll take over the cash register." I called out to one of my newer employees who looked completely overwhelmed.

    "Oh my God thank you so much!" She replied with gratitude in her eyes.

    I laughed at reaction as I took my place behind the cash register, brushing a strand of hair away and in the process, getting flour over the side of my face.

    I faced the man in front of me who adorned a mask and baseball cap. I recognized his eyes. The eyes I had fallen in love with. I gasped sharply. Putting on a stoic expression I exclaimed, "what would you like?"

"You." He whispered.

"Either order, or leave." I glared.

He grabbed my hand, "y/n please."

    "IS THAT JEON JUNGKOOK!!" A teenage girl suddenly screamed.

    I pulled at his hand, rushing into the storage closet and locking it before anyone else could see.

A complete mistake.

    He tugged down his mask and the sight of his face threatened tears to spill from my eyes. I turned away quickly and moved to the other side.

    "Y/N, I'm sorry!" He let out. "I'm sorry for hurting you. I took you for granted, you were there for me and I pushed you away when all I wanted was to hold you close. You were so damn patient with me too-"

    "Jungkook, stop." I whispered weakly.

    "No, I have to tell you. I never meant for you to here my conversation with Namjoon hyung. I was-i was so... stressed and I took it out on you. And ever since that day, I've started to hate myself more and more.

    "You were the light of my life. After you left, I begged for you to come back, I scrolled through your pictures over and over again, I died to hear your voice, your laugh, you. I loved you, I love you, and I will love you!"

He cupped my face in his hands and dared my eyes to meet his. "All I want is a second chance." He wiped my tears away.

    "Fine, but only one more chance." I stated.

    He grinned and hugged me, picking me up to swing me around. He brought me close to home and kissed my forehead.

"You'll never hurt again, I promise."