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"An Americano,"
2 shots of espresso...
"2 shots of espresso."
"Coming!" I turned my back from the familiar customer. Not only is he regular in the café but he's also my classmate... and my neighbor. Much coincidence, huh?
It's the same every weekend. Saturday, 7-ish in the morning, just after the manager opens the shop, he will come inside with his laptop and a book. Somehow, he has the record of "first customer" since I don't really remember when. If he's an early bird or it's his schedule, I don't really know. I never had a decent conversation with him anyway.
"Café Americano for Jungk-!"
He gently lifted the tray containing the mug of coffeee. "It's JK."
I huffed in annoyance, is he a living robot? Doesn't he notice how I call him Jungkook on purpose every time he's in the café? However, he will only correct me every single time. Does this man live in circles? That must be the reason he likes Americano, he's as bitter.
My shift today is extended until 10 in the evening, the usual time I'm out is 8:30, but because of some circumstances, that being Jisoo eonnie filing a sick leave, I'm left with no choice, but to work overtime.
I silently observed Jungkook. He really acts like a robot... I feel like even the gulps he take is counted. Every breath is calculated, how is he living like that? On the other hand, I am his literal opposite. Whereas if he's that prim and proper, I am a clumsy and a panicked biatch. Honestly, qualifying for this job was a whole miracle for me. How many mugs have I dropped? How many wrong orders have I jotted? How many times have I gave the wrong amount of change? Fortunately, the manager is a whole sweetheart and didn't fire my broke ass. That's another significant difference Jungkook and I has. That guy is filthy rich. Like RICH rich. For him to be studying in a small school is a mystery to me. His dad owns big firms and his mom is a CEO of a clothing line. He's no less successful than them, in his 18 years of existence, Jungkook achieved what I couldn't even if I spend a lifetime.
You can describe him as perfection.
But...
I have my own perfect man.
Kim Taehyung.
Oh geez. My face heat up just by the mere mention of his name. Taehyung is a year older than me, an upperclassman. He's the school government vice president, and yes Jungkook is the president. Taehyung is nothing less than Jungkook, if I am to comment, they could be equal. When it rained the godly genes I imagine Taehyung and Jungkook showering (naked). No I mean they're wearing boxers. WhaTTt?
Their difference is very distinct. Jungkook is like the moon and Taehyung is the sun. That's why their friendship is a little weird. Taehyung is the only one I see with Jungkook in public. I'm not surprised, but they sure make an unusual pair.
"A slice of red velvet,"
My mind snapped back to reality. Oh someone's ordering a cake- ehhhh? Jeon Jungkook?
"Huh?"
"A slice of red velvet."
"Huh????"
He leaned forward, too close that my eyes crossed. "Ms. I am ordering a red velvet."
"O-oh I'm sorry, it's coming, I.." I frantically went to get the order, still baffled. This is the first time he told me something else than "an americano, 2 shots."
My hands were practically shaking, I put the plate in a tray and almost slipped on my way to the counter, god forbid nobody saw that.
He looks much more attractive closely, if I am to describe. His moles are too gorgeous, add that faint scar on his left cheek. AND of course his eyes, those eyes worth a billion, I swear to cheesecakes.
I almost slapped my cheeks. Hearing such thoughts from myself is humiliating, what am I thinking?
"Excuse me, Lalisa."
"Huh?" How did he know my name?
He looked down on my right chest implying he got my name on the tag clipped on it.
"My change."
"Oh, I'm sorry, here."
Shit, why do I have to be so embarrassing?
"Thank you." He grabbed the coins from my palm then tucked his hands inside his long brown coat, his back faced me as he walk away.
