“Don’t let me stop you.” Jungkook slides his leather jacket off his shoulders, revealing a clean white shirt underneath, the sleeve of tattoos looking so stark against the white of the shirt. I haven’t actually drank it yet.” You turn back to face the counter, taking the coffee cup in your hands. “How’s the coffee?” He asks, sitting down on the stool next to you. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.” You can’t believe this is actually happening. “Here you are.” He smiles and tilts his head curiously. “Here I am.” You say stupidly, internally facepalming. “Didn’t think I was going to see you again.” “You’re adorable.” He says, his hand gently touching your shoulder and turning you back around to face him. ![]() “H-hi.” You mumble, realizing you have the huge cinnamon roll in your mouth, your eyes shoot open wide and you quickly scramble to turn back and sit the pastry on its plate and wipe your mouth. You turn around, cinnamon roll still in your mouth to face the voice.īlue haired drummer boy is standing right in front of you in all his beautiful glory. ![]() “What are the odds?” A voice says behind you, making you freeze mid-bite. You breathe it all in once more before picking up the cinnamon roll and bringing it to your mouth for the biggest bite you can manage. The two things together smell like absolute heaven. You smile again when she sets down the chipped coffee cup and oversized cinnamon roll in front of you. And in most cases coffee would do the opposite, but you know the warmth of it will make you sleepy in no time. This is just what you needed to wind down. And maybe one of those cinnamon rolls from the case, please?” You take off your coat when she nods and heads off to gather your order. “What’ll it be, sweetheart?” She says as you sit down on one of the stools. You smile at the older woman behind the front counter who’s wearing a pikachu tshirt and her hair in braids. A few tables of rowdy drunks from the bars and a few night shift workers having their first meal of the day. You could suddenly smell coffee drifting into your nostrils, and without a second thought, your hand is on the door handle of the diner, pulling it open. They’re all mostly closed at this point in the night, but some of the displays in the windows are comforting to see.ĭexters Diner comes into view just up ahead, the yellow lights on top flicker in and out as you get closer to the small building. You pull your jacket a little tighter around your body as you walk past some shops and restaurants. “You should call Mina or Cher, I’m sure they’re already there.” She pouts but finally agrees to let you head home to sulk. “I’m far too tired for any parties.” You tell your friend who has been tirelessly trying to convince you to go to the bars downtown. He could have whoever he wanted, why on earth would he want you? You wanted to punch yourself for even thinking it was a possibility. “Whatever you say.” Your friend teased and you elbowed her side in hopes of making her shut up while you enjoyed the last song of the night.Īny small ounce of hope you had that the sexy drummer was going to pull you backstage after the show was quickly doused when the lights came on and the venue staff was ushering everyone outside. ![]() You watched as he pushed the blue hair off of his forehead once more before the song started and he became immersed in the music. He was looking at you again already as he sat down on the stool behind his drum kit.īig, veiny biceps gripped the drumsticks in his hands, slinging them around between his fingers effortlessly. “He’s eye fucking you.” Your friend said into your ear as the band came back on stage for their finale. You couldn’t help but stare back at him, it was impossible not to. The ridiculously good looking, blue haired drummer on stage was looking right at you.
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