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Every other day, she walks in, orders for two, and waits. She smiles, talks about ððð¢, scribbles in her diary, and pastes polaroids of a man Jungkook doesn't know about.
Jungkook watches. Listens. Wonders. Envies.
Then one day-
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The ð§ðð«ð€ð¡ð«ðð£ð ðð€ð€ð§ turns, bringing her ðððð to him.
Every time.
ââââ àšà§ ââââ
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*All the characters are above 18 years of age in this book*
*This is a work of fiction.*
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