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Jungkook pulls the vanity mirror in his car down, checking his
reflection one last time before he enters the restaurant.
They'd agreed to meet at the melting pot on Mercer street at 7
o'clock.
He glances down at the clock that reads 6:55 and lets out a
nervous sigh.
Jungkook :
"Fucking calm down," - he hisses at himself
Jungkook :
"It's just Tee."
Jungkook :
"It's not like you're meeting the president, dumbass."
Normally he wouldn't talk so aggressively towards himself.
But for some reason he felt it necessary to work up the courage to
finally get out of his car and enter the restaurant.
With one last sigh, he tosses the mirror up and gets out of the car.
He brushes his clammy hands down his pants and pulls his
shoulders back,
Walking confidently towards the entrance of the restaurant.
-
Hostess :
"Hello!" - the chirpy hostess says with a grin
Hostess :
"How can I help you?"
Jungkook :
"Hi," - he pulls at the collar of his shirt,
Jungkook :
"I have a reservation for two."
Hostess :
"Great!"
Hostess :
"What's the name on that reservation?"
Jungkook :
"Jeon."
Hostess :
"Jeon for two."
Hostess :
"Right this way," - she says, grabbing two menus and
leading him towards the dining area
As soon as he's seated he pulls out his phone, waiting for a text
from her.
His clock now reads 6:59.
She did say she's always late though.
A few more minutes pass and his phone buzzes with a text.
-
- Text Messages -
Y/n : Walking into the restaurant now!
-
His entire body freezes as he stares at the door and tries to
regulate his breathing.
This is it.
He's finally going to meet Y/n.
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'𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘' ⋆ 𝗝.𝗝𝗞 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ⋆ 𝗢𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴
FanfictionYou work in a job named 'Sex Hotline.' This job requires your phone instead of your body. You to meet men all around the world who are wanting to get pleasure through words. Men are all the same; disgusting. Or are they...? Someone catches your at...
