𝗤𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 *𝗩𝗢𝗧𝗘* 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. *𝗩𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲*

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 '⭐️'

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Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh

Is it that sweet? I guess so

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me, espresso

Move it up, down, left, right, oh

Switch it up like Nintendo

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me, espresso

- Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter

𐙚 ˚໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ ⋆｡˚ ᡣ𐭩

《 𝟭.𝟵𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 》

"Nah Sofie, I don't think he still cares about me. I literally caught him eating up that girl's face last week. It's better I move on," you sighed as you tried to tie the apron around your waist. Failing miserably in doing so, all because of your fish fin arms.

"He's a pig. I can't believe he's the same Nathan who chased you for 3 weeks straight, until you had to give in and accept him like a puppy. He never deserved you Babe, you're a queen. If I was a man I'd marry you." Sofie clicked her tongue as she helped you with the apron, something that had become your morning ritual. A way you started your day.

"Stop it, Sofie. You're making me blush," you giggled at your friend's attempt to cheer you up.

You were especially late today, sobbing all night and struggling to hold the pieces of your broken heart together. All while watching Friends, cocooned up in your fuzzy blanket as you inhaled tubs of chocolate ice cream.

However, even the bags under your puffy, red eyes, couldn't mar your natural beauty. Your plump lips were still dolled up in a red lipstick. Sunscreen and lipstick were your daily staples, and best friends on days like this.

You wished to adhere to the adage that beauty was skin deep. Well, that was the only way you could justify your laziness. Because on some days you wished you could just show up to work in sweatpants and a messy bun.

"What happened Y/N? You look tired today? Let me guess, you were binge watching K-dramas huh?" Mr. Jones, your boss joked as he gave you a dimpled smile.

You always admired his warm nature. He reminded you of your grandpa. The old man, was not at all cantankerous like one may expect. He'd rather help his employees whenever they were financially struggling, and was quite flexible as well.

He valued his employee's mental health and would often try to learn new 'slangs' that the young generation was up to these days.

"I am sure the drama was lit. Did it pass the vibe check Y/N?" he giggled as he greeted the other employees.

Scratch that. He was a human teddy bear.

"Mr. Jones, please, you're so funny. I have made banana bread that you like. Let's taste it!" Sofie dragged him along with her, leaving you to attend to the orders that were waiting to be served.

"Oh, did you put nuts in them? I love them-" their voices got muffled as you made your way to grab the tray from your colleague.

It was morning hours, when people would usually grab their breakfast and coffee while going to work. So you had to be at your toe's end due to the bustling of incoming customers.

You deftly held the plate with carrot cake in one hand and the beverages- Espresso and Iced americano in the other.

The order was for the two gentlemen- probably in their early 30s, sitting at a far end table. Even though your vision was not the sharpest, and you refrained from wearing your glasses, you could absorb their handsome lineaments from miles away.

Their beauty was one which was scarce as hen's teeth. With their faces glowing, as if illuminated by an imaginary halo over them. Their iridescent reflection caused your eyes to twinkle.

You must have been way too blinded by their aura as-

You failed to notice the freshly mopped, wet floor ahead of you.

What happened next got etched in your eidetic memory in slow motion, in 3D.

Just like snapshots of a shutter camera, your eyes captured every frame of you tripping over. Your free fall, lasting for what felt like minutes.

Minutes, of your face getting nuzzled in the valley of the mushiest pecs, and the scalding hot beverage spilling over the toned, sculpted thighs that could very well pass as your favourite love seat.

Your reverie was broken by the soft, alluring grunt that escaped the man's pink, ring clad lips. Followed by you raising your head to meet his doe eyes, that were blanketed by fluttering lush eyelids, resting on his bread cheeks. His perfectly sculpted nose inveigled you to boop it. Your blissful sojourn stopped at his delicate mole that rested gracefully under his succulent lower lips.

His brawny, tattooed arms held your waist like you were made of glass. Chivalry dripped from his touch, which was all chaste and unintentional.

"I am so sorry, Sir! I'll clean it up for you- oh my gosh!" you floundered and hastily reached for the linen napkin, caressing his rippling thighs, in an attempt to erase the caramel patch on his trousers.

"Ugh. It's okay miss- ugh," he groaned, a soft moan slipping through his ringed lips at your innocent actions. You continued to wipe his crotch, the motions stirring up his manhood which had a mind of its own.

But poor you was too fretful to even notice the gentleman's plight. Obliviously resuming with your ministrations.

"No Sir! These kinds of stains don't go easily, so we must clean it immediately. Your pants seem very expensive," you rambled while he gripped the table at front, his knuckles turning white in doing so.

"Yes ugh. I mean- NO!" he raised his voice almost yelling at you, causing you to flinch. Noticing your fear, he immediately replaced his furrowed eyebrows with a suave, tight lipped smile. The warmth of it eliciting a contagious smile on your face as well.

He gently grabbed your wrist and placed the napkin on the table.

"It's okay. It was an accident. Don't worry. I'll manage." he forced a smile while his friend chimed in too.

"Yes Jungkook is right, it was an accident. It can happen. I hope you're not hurt." The other man's feline eyes curved in sympathy as he shook his head gingerly, beckoning the staff to clean up the mess.

"I am very sorry, Sir! I'll pay for your order. You're sure you'll be fine? You can clean it up in the washroom over there-" You gestured towards the restroom, while sheepishly biting your lips.

"Oh yeah, I gotta go clean this up. Taehyung, don't wait for me, this may take a while," Jungkook stuttered up in his words as he rushed to the washroom to take care of his supposed 'problem'.

Taehyung guffawed at having understood what it meant.

"Don't worry, miss-?"

"Y/N"

"Ah Y/N, don't worry, he'll be fine. You can bring us our order again. Make it two Espressos please. I am craving an Espresso now."

"Ah, okay two recharging Espressos! I'll be right back!"

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After completing his exigent business, Jungkook stepped out of the cubicle and fastened his pants, zipping his fly.

He gave one quick glance at the mirror to fix his crispy locks, leaving one strand to tantalizingly rest on his handsome forehead.

With a slight flex of his chiselled chin, his eyes landed on the cherry-red lipstick mark on his sternum.

The red stamp on his chest was a courtesy of your cotton lips, now playing peekaboo through his black shirt- which was unbuttoned to accentuate his pecs. The latter having mercy on the poor soldier buttons.

"Oh my god," he whispered to himself, admiring the sexy print, both enamoured and embarrassed. His cheeks turned a shade of cherubic pink when he recalled the entire scene.

His mind played it like a cassette that had been rolled up in a film by you. The imagery rolled in his mind like an infinite loop, making him smile bashfully.

He splashed cold water on his face to slap himself to reality and get out of his teenage daydream.

He just met you, and here you have yourself indelibly tattooed in his brain and his chest. Quite literally.

What could he call this? He was not a teenage boy, yet here he was getting all flustered and shy.

Collecting his breath and his thoughts, he made a retreat outside. Only to hear your dulcet voice singing the most mellifluous notes of gossip to your colleague.

"Sofie, it was so embarrassing! I ruined his pants. They seemed expensive. But oh boy! He was so handsome, it felt as if time stood still. His eyes and those tattoos!" you gushed recounting your tryst of destiny with your customer.

"Oh girl, tell me more, his friend seems handsome too," Sofie added, now processing the bill at the counter.

"Yes, but I couldn't focus on him. Oh did I tell you about his beautiful mole under his lips? And the lip ring! Ugh, he was so pretty, Sofs. It's a shame I'll never see him again." You pouted, waiting for her to hand you the bill so you could deliver it to Taehyung.

"Yeah, yeah tell me more. Elaborate, my babe." Sofie smirked, folding her arms over her chest, the puckish glint in her eyes going unnoticed by you.

"Stop it Sofs, I am blushing. He was a specimen. I feel so happy. He made my day. If we exclude the accident of course," you continued to blabber while you heard a sudden cough behind you.

"Ahem," Jungkook cleared his throat, his veiny hands sliding smoothly in his pockets. His eyes crinkled at your fangirling antics. He pursed his lips to lock in his chortle.

You were so cute.

"Gosh, Mr. Jones! I told you not to stuff too much banana bread you tend to-" You turned around to scold the old man and just then, your front was engulfed by the intoxicating cologne which Jungkook wore, rendering you dizzy. If it wasn't for human decency, you'd snort him like a psychedelic.

"-choke," you whispered while Jungkook adorned a neutral expression, towering you from above.

"Can I get the bill please, Miss-?" He smiled, his eyebrow raising in polite question, anticipating you to feed his curiosity.

"Um yeah, Of course- Sir. I am once again so sorry for this." Your eyes averted to his maculated trousers, while a peach blush heated up your cheeks. Much to Jungkook's amusement and adoration.

"Jungkook."

"Am sorry?"

"Call me Jungkook."

"Oh, sorry- um, Jungkook"

"Kook, let's go. We're getting late. I just got a call from Jin." Taheyung walked up to Jungkook and held his shoulder.

"Your bill, Sir," Sofie sang and smiled at Taehyung, handing him the bill as the two indulged in a flirt fest.

Thereby leaving you alone with Jungkook. To avoid the tension and awkward air, you decided to check your phone.

Jungkook smiled to himself, noticing your shy and awkward self. Just moments ago you were so eager to help him and now you were getting all flustered.

He decided to exit with Taehyung. The latter probably been gifted a tissue with Sofie's number scribbled on it.

He turned one last time to absorb your cuteness, shaking his head at what you just made him do, by doing nothing on your own.

He never introduced himself like that to strangers.

After exiting the shop, he once again regarded the stain on his trouser, his inked fingers tracing over the fabric.

"Cute," he whispered to himself.

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