Kiss, Don't Tell | JJK

27 | old friends and old scars

27

OLD FRIENDS AND OLD SCARS

Jungkook and I were back to square one.

It had been days since I last saw Jungkook. After the interview and the escapade away from Seoul, he had only texted me once. And it was a short one at that, but could probably explain his absence from my life.

Tours and promotions are coming up. Sorry.

Apparently, Bangtan had been working on a new album while I was so busy with my book. And since the release dates are coming, I'm sure they're bombarded with photoshoots, rehearsals and bookings all the while finishing the album. And it doesn't end there, according to Iseul. They have to deal with concepts, promotions and another music video.

Simply put, Jungkook was busy.

And I was, too.

I was running around all day from the office, trying to finish the first half of the chapters of the book I was working at and had meetings with Lia and the creative team about the concept of my book when it gets published, and the promotional fan meeting for the next month. Also, last but not the least, I had to finish my book within the month and upload a bunch of chapters every week for two days.

Excited as I was for this new change of setting, I could not deny the loneliness I had felt when I was left alone after an exhausting day. And I wished that I had more jobs and tasks to finish so I wouldn't dwell on the thought of Jungkook, but it was excruciatingly hard.

My thoughts would always come back to him, somehow.

I pulled the door open as I clutched my laptop to my side, the door bells chiming as I entered. The coffee shop had a few people. Most of them were college students hunched over their laptops and their pile of books, soft murmurs and laughs of teenagers echoing nearby. I let my eyes gaze around the room, feeling a sense of comfort from its ambience.

The flowers lined up were really pretty, too.

I moved forward to where the counter was and lined up, hurriedly ordering a cup of coffee before paying. I was not paying attention to my surroundings, or the barista in front of me as I was too busy texting Lia back.

My brows pulled in annoyance. How many times has she asked to redo the chapter already? It's been four times already and she wanted it redone? I sighed in annoyance, before pocketing my spare change and ready to take on my cup of coffee.

"Ah, excuse me," a masculine voice said. I didn't mind it, thinking he was talking to the customer before me, and I kept my eyes glued on my phone. But I heard it again; a clearing of throat and a greeting, pulling me out of my trance.

I look up, and was met with green eyes staring back at me. His curly hair was messy, and he was looking at me with curious eyes. "Do I know you?" He said, eyes inspecting me closely.

I tilted my head to the side, not thinking much about it. Do I know any attractive guys like him? I pondered hard about it, before I chuckled internally to myself. No, there's no way I knew an attractive guy like him. The only attractive guy I know right now is Jungkook—

I jumped, realizing my thoughts before my eyes landed on the guy in front of me, seemingly bewildered and amused at my initial action. I gave him a small smile. "No, I don't think so." I say, pressing my lips, before getting my coffee.

"I—"

"Thanks!"

Turning my back, I tried to balance the cup of coffee in my hand and walk as calmly as possible away from the counter before settling into a familiar seat. Once I sat, I felt my whole muscles loosening as I stretched.