BTS Imagines 2 [REWRITING]

Jungkook ♡ Lost Sketchbook

Published: April 23, 2019
Rewritten: May 19, 2025

Word count: 1,550

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The atmosphere was peaceful and the pleasant aroma of freshly-brewed coffee wafted in the air, giving the cozy space a warm feel. You were seated in the corner of the cafe, sketching like you did so often. It was the best cafe in the city, you'd even go as far as saying it's better than big coffee chains.

In your peripherals, you could see the barista making his way over, prompting you to quickly flip the page, pretending to work on another sketch.
"Here's your drink." He smiled warmly, setting your coffee down on the table.
"Thank you." You returned the friendly grin.
"My pleasure."
Your eyes stayed trained on him as he walked away, a small sigh of relief pushing past your lips as you returned to the sketch you were working on previously—the one you'd hidden from the cute barista.
You dared to glance up, spotting him behind the counter tending to the stacks of cups lined along the back bar. Jungkook was his name, that's something you learned during your past visits by looking at his name tag one time when he as busy calculating your total. You wouldn't dare try to carry on a conversation with him though, as your nervous nature prevented you from doing so. The most you could do was interact as a customer, placing an order and thanking him for it. The bare minimum.

You took a small sip of your drink and continued to sketch the barista that caught your eye, your pencil gliding across the lightly textured paper, adding the final details to the drawing. The piece depicted him standing behind the front counter of the cafe where he usually stayed. You tried to capture the gentle slope of his nose and the way it curved at the end, doing your best to encapsulate the texture of the slight waves in his dark hair. After giving it a final analysis and touching up a few minor details, you initialed your artwork and closed the sketchbook. That single drawing was one of many. It might be seen as creepy by some, the concept of sketching someone without their knowledge, but Jungkook had become somewhat of a muse for you.

You finished up your coffee and started putting away your art supplies, tidying up the area you temporarily used as an art station. Just as you slipped your sketchbook into your bag, your phone rang.
"Hello?"
Your expression fell as your friend's panicked voice came from the other end.
"Wait, wait. What?"
She repeated herself a little less frantically.
"Okay. I'll be there in a minute." You got to your feet and slung your bag over your shoulder, hurrying out of the cafe.

Roughly a half hour after you left, Jungkook went to clean tables, collecting empty cups and plates left behind by customers. He stopped when he noticed a medium-sized brown leather sketchbook lying on the floor beside one of the tables. He bent down to retrieve the fallen item from where it laid.
He hummed curiously, flipping the book over in his hands to look at the back cover. He immediately knew it was yours. You visited the cafe often and always brought your sketchbook along. He knew your usual order by heart and enjoyed watching you when you were completely zoned in on your masterpiece.