When a stranger comes to your workplace everyday to ask you out On a date and his reasons are bells ringing when he saw you. Interesting.
Pairing; Jungkook x fem!reader
Genre: fluff, angst, romance.
Rating: 13+
Wc: 1585
Warnings: none. Reader is a lil done w jk ;(
“That’ll be twenty dollars!” I say and give them the receipt and the packed candy. “Thank you.” The guy said, walking out as the shop’s door clanged against the bells and someone walked in. “Jesus, he’s here,” I muttered as Samantha behind me snorted. “Hey! How are you?! How was your day?”
He smiles charmingly, he wears dark pink pants and a jacket with a White shirt inside. “What would you like to have, sir?” I smiled, painfully. He chuckled, “I never wondered what type of ramen toppings you prefer. So now I do, what do you prefer?”
I blinked, “sir this is a candy bar.”
I said and looked at my watch. Five more seconds, y/n. “I know.” He smiled as I started to remove my apron. “My shift is over, sir. Samantha will take over.” I said and started to walk off the counter, “y/n c’mon! Just one date! It’s been six to eight weeks, aren’t you tired of me?” He said as I sighed and looked at him, “Aren’t you tired?”
I questioned back as he frowned. “Really? I just want to hit our shot. I think we’re soulmates.” He says, pretty nonchalantly, side-eyeing me. I rolled my eyes, “Jesus Christ, jungkook you heard bells because we have bells in our shop! At the door! It doesn’t mean we’re Soulmates!” I say as Samantha laughs at us.
“But that’s also the same! I looked at you and the bells rang! It’s a sign!” He says with wide eyes, I fold my hands on my chest and look at him. “That’s because you entered inside!” He pouts, “But what is stopping you?! Am I not handsome enough? Or rich enough? I’m rich, okay? I’m very very rich.” He reasons.
I sighed, “Your financial situation doesn’t comprehend if I’d go out on a date with you.” I say, adding the collection to the machine. He stuck himself to the walls ahead of me and looked at me. “Then what does? Why don’t you like me? I like you, seriously.” I looked at him, “What do you like about me? You one day walk in and suddenly believe I’m your soulmate? Ridiculous.”
I say and continue on my work. He slightly frowns at me, “It’s not ridiculous. You were just so attractive at that moment. Also, I just don’t like you because of the way you look. But because you’re kind. And also because you’re always just..just super cute. Like the way you get angry at me or when you smile at the customers. Even when you roll your eyes at me!” I cleared my throat, fixing my glasses.
I don’t want to admit but I was flustered. “Even the way you fix your glasses and blush.” I shut my eyes in embarrassment and licked my lips nervously. “C’mon y/n, he’s so cute!” Samantha giggled as I glared at her. “See! Even Samatha agrees that we’d be so cute together.” He gave me reasons like a kid I often see in the bar to get their favourite candies.
I don’t say anything and exit the shop, off to my home.
The other day, jungkook didn’t come, which was surprising. I didn’t know he’d give up that easily. Not that I liked him anyway. Hah.
A week passed by, and there was no sign of him. I stared at the door, glancing at the clock. My shift was about to be over. It’s the ninth day I haven’t seen him around or come inside. “Curious?” I jolt my head towards Samantha. “Huh?” I cluelessly asked, “Curious, y/n. Or worried? Why don’t you go ahead and find him?” She says. Samantha was black, smart, lovely, gorgeous and sweet.
And she was always right. I cleared my throat, I didn’t say anything though. I exhaled took off my apron and left the shop. It was a lovely day, yet it was hot and sunny. I grab my cola from the same street where we had our shop and go home. It was the summer holidays so I didn’t have any classes anyway.
Weeks passed by, I left my job and worked In a cafe as a waitress.
Months passed by and I graduated. Already had a job, a typical American successful teenager moulding into a woman.
Years, Years and years passed by, and I was in London. No, it wasn’t my home. I was on a solo trip here and always loved the city.
I stare at my ceiling, blinking, thinking, playing with my fingers. My alarm rang as I took my phone and turned it off. I sigh and get off my bed, finally shutting off the window from which my thoughts ran into me and hit me like a truck every day. I opened the window that turned me into a blank page, the fresh, slightly chilly air of brisk autumn London held. If I was honest, I think about Jungkook, a lot.
I don’t know why, it’s excruciating sometimes. I had sleepless nights, wondering days, lost summers and blind dates. It was yearning, maybe I hated myself too. I regretted not giving him a chance, because now whenever I’m in a crowded street; I search for his face. It wasn’t that bad—trust me.
But as I grew day by day, I felt like a piece of me was missing. Which was bad, I wasn’t going to live my adulthood that way. I wondered and wondered, why do I feel like this. Then one summer afternoon, when a guy asked me out, I found the answer. I had missed Jungkook like a terrible terrible lover.
He wasn’t even a summer fling, no. Just a silly guy who believed in ringing blessings and soulmates. Weird was it when I felt my lips curve whenever I’d see someone wear pink, or spot a candy bar when I’m off to work. I smiled, though my heart shifted. In regrets, if I had found him or even tried to, maybe I wasn’t this empty.
It’s not like if you haven’t tried dating or tried to find a partner. But whenever I’d look at the man ahead of me, my teenage self would shake her head and say, ‘Jungkook was better’ Yeah, I was attached, emotionally, and physically. But attachments, and relations, fade as time grows. But mine didn’t, it got worse.
Now how many times a day I think about him is concerning. I tried to find him more, and I hope soulmates are real. I’d see him again. I sigh and close my eyes.
My phone rang, “Jesus.” I murmured and picked it up. “Hello?” “How are you?” I licked my lips, “fine.” Samantha cleared her throat, “you didn’t call.” She said as I frowned, “I didn’t?” “Uh-huh,” I exhaled, “found something?” She clicks her tongue, “nope.” I blinked, “well, have a good day.”
She hums and hangs up. Yeah, I called Samantha every day or even visited the candy bar, in hopes. I cleared my throat and leaned on the window, my view was a busy street. Red busses passing by, magazines, newspapers. Cafes, restaurants, and traffic. I sighed and took my phone, I was going to a local museum today.
Changed and hopped on one of the busses, a seven-minute walk and I was standing in front of it. My boots crunch the orange leaves as I walk inside, clutching the brown overcoat that I wore over my crème frayed dress. Though, inside, it was pretty warm. And wearing a coat was suffocating so I removed it and carried it on my arm the whole tour.
I stood ahead of a painting. Vase with Fifteen Sunflowers by Vincent Van Gogh. I smile at how imperfectly perfect it is. My chest buzzed as I stared at it, “isn’t it so pretty?” I smiled and looked at the male voice beside me. I am still, blood cold. He lightly smiled at me as I tried to take a moment to look at his face. It was Jungkook.
Jungkook stared into my soul softly through my eyes, I blinked my tears away. “It…is…” I breathed out as his smile widened a bit more. I inhale, a sudden chill running down, yearning to re-wear my coat. I don’t even know what to say to him, to ask him, I disrespected him years ago, if he even remembers me. “How are you, y/n?”
He does, I feel thrilled, excited, and scared. I look in his eyes, suddenly melting at the softness. “I’m good.” I smiled as he took a moment to think about something before his smile lingered as he spoke, “See. Soulmates are real.” My smile stretched as I looked at the painting again, “Why don’t you take me out then?”
God, what if he has a girlfriend? He softly laughs, “Sure enough I will.” I hear the English accent in him as I look at him. “But, Why?” To my surprise he questioned, I looked at him. Thinking of something super silly, “Really? I just want to hit our shot, I think we’re soulmates.” I say, nonchalantly.
His laugh had a buzz to it as he offered his hand, “Shall I do the honour then?” At first, I thought of something to tease him but no, I’ve waited enough. I hesitantly gave him my hand as he bent down and kissed it. I turned warm, and my fingers in his hand slightly shook with excitement, joy, bliss, and love. Love, I was in love.
