BTS Imagines

Cheshire (JK x Reader)

When had the boy in the coffee shop become so significant, that gentle dreamer fulfilling the role of a barista in the reality which hides - or endeavours to do so in any case - the identity of a White Rabbit?

Maybe the moment eyes first met those akin to a doe's in the colour of basalt above an adorable round nose, sniffling due to the last cold breaths of winter not being able to remain outside, on a day that everything went short of awful. A bus missed by a hair's breadth, tripping over two clumsy feet in the crowded station in plain sight of the public because the melted snow created a slip-n-slide out of the dull grey tiles, a second cup of bitter cheap coffee due to the need to stay awake after being annihilated with too much academic literary information in the early morn.

That careful smile, slightly revealing two front teeth resembling a bunny's, accompanying a kind voice contrasting with the haunted anxious look in the stare that clearly forced itself to stay put despite the absolutely ticked off and knackered person on the other end of the counter. Nevertheless, composure softened at seeing the apparent scariness of the situation at the thought that whatever happened, it was all nothing Jungkook - so the quickly glanced at name-card attached to the crisp white work shirt remarked - could possibly have done something about. Henceforth, to the best ability allowed, the tiredness caused by too many mishaps at once was repressed and an order placed for a cappuccino, the sole beverage which somehow always brings comfort to the Soul when it feels lost in tyrannous Truth.

Maybe it was the split second all fear melted away, the hint of delight mixed with relief overtaking attitude and lighting up the lad's nervous expression, when the hot drink was served and the dreamer basically rushed back to the tanned colleague standing behind the coffee machine preparing an order for another customer. A good friend who merely gave a look that held the middle between incomprehension and indifference with a flair of I-do-not-know-either-he-is-simply-like-this in return when silent questions flew in their direction.

Whenever the moment wherein the deeper meaning to the barista originated truly was, the ache of longing in loneliness at two in the morning has never gotten easier. Quite to the contrary, the atmosphere has only grown more perverse during nights like these, gazing outside through the crack of pale grey curtains to the vague bright light illuminating the regardlessly shrouded in the dusk street to measure the time in the empty two-person bed. On every occasion it happens, there are multiple attempts at trying not to give into futile sensual fancies but fall into slumber as Common Sense would have it.

To not entertain one of the phantoms of touches which will never be felt since there likely is already another fortunate girl in the rabbit hole.

To simply not think of him.

Jungkook.

But whereas the Conscious pulls every thought away from alternative flames reflecting another universe on its walls, the Body desperately deprived of the affection it craves, adds fuel to the fire by falling for the temptation of the existence that is conjured over and over.

Fingers are always the first to fall for the initial imaginary version of the bunny boy, reaching out to it. Sometimes it is because of the softness quite like the gentle way in which the cappuccino is prepared every time, the darling raven-haired boy paying close attention to make certain every detail is perfect and emanating the aura of having an odd though special bond with the beverage.

With a wee Cheshire Cat, a cowardly girl hiding behind a grey and turquoise feline mask that gives the confidence to converse in a society loathing social outcasts and is friends with the marvellous author named The White Rabbit.

With him, as a clumsy unrepairable slip of the tongue betrayed to great joy in a fluttering heart.

Yet it still means nothing since there is likely nothing beyond friendship even if the other party someday comes to realize what they essentially mean, probably maintaining the bond despite unanswered sentiments out of genuine goodness.