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can y’all like leave so it’s just me and tlp!jk? please? 😭 someone explain scientifically HOW CAN A PERSON miss a fictional character so much like i miss them??? please

i’m not ready to say goodbye at all but i’m so ready for the 40k words or something. Give to me…. cmon it’s friday nightand i deserve.

thank god i exist in a world that fanfic characters can bring so much comfort and happiness and a familiar sense of happiness (it’s insane i know i know

Do you think we might get a little sneak peak of tlp ??

*Adorable puppy eyes*

anon asked: OMG DROP THE SPOILER PLEASE anon asked: yes pls give us a spoiler 🥺 anon asked: drop that spoiler hehehe🤓

from the very real words of tom wambsgans, we hear for you 🤓 here is a 2.5k words spoiler. one of my most favorite scenes for real😖 (skip this out if u dont want a spoiler btw!)

Suddenly, Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl is playing and the majority cooes and exclaims in excitement as they hurry to the dancefloor, some taking their partners along with them.

“Look, they’re playing your favorite song.”

Your head snaps to the side in reflex to see who it was, only to see Jungkook. Words get caught in your tongue for a moment, a bit surprised to see him. You mean – sure, he’s been here for a while. It is Nayeon’s wedding, after all, but weirdly enough, you two haven’t shared a conversation yet throughout the day.

Until now, anyway.

Recovering from your initial surprise, you scoot over to the side, giving him space to maybe sit beside you?

“That’s not my favorite song.” You scoff, sipping on your champagne right after, looking right ahead as you feel Jungkook situating himself on the chair beside you.

“Oh… has it changed now?” Jungkook says, and there’s a lilt of teasing tone to it that you look at him in wonder.

Meeting his gaze, you find he’s just smiling at you. He’s in an off-white tux, a lily pinned on his chest pocket. He’s done his hair in that usual way he cleans up for formal events like this, gelled and parted slightly off center to show off his forehead. It’s slightly longer than you’ve last noticed it looked, and you think he hasn’t been trimming it…

Nonetheless, he looks simply put… dashing.

“I change my favorite song every five to seven business days,” you say coolly. “Anyway, why aren’t you there?” you point to where the flock of people is having a ball to Billy Joel.

Truthfully, you kind of wish you were there as well. You’ve always danced to that song in your room or in the shower.

“I’m right where I want to be,” Jungkook shrugs. “Why aren’t you there?”

You lie, “I’m right where I want to be as well.”

He hums. “You don’t want to show them your moves?”

You look at him in disbelief, gawking at him. “Are you teasing me?”

Jungkook widens his eyes, but you know he knows what you’re talking about and it sounds like he’s trying to keep from laughing when he says, “No. I just happen to know you’re a great dancer.”

“Fuck off. You know very well I have two left feet.” You chuckle, shaking your head at him.

“Wasn’t the case when you were dancing inside a boiler room during med school at that rave party we went to, but okay.”

You can’t help but laugh louder, and with that, you jab a lighthearted slap to his bicep without thinking too much of it.

“I told you that never happened.”

“Oh…” Jungkook puts down his champagne and cocks his head to the side. “What happened?”

You giggle. Yes, giggle. Like a schoolgirl. And you watch as Jungkook joins in your laughter, taking the glass close to his face to sip from it.

Then: “You wanna dance?” Jungkook suddenly says, but he’s looking at the dancefloor.

“Hm. Dunno. Uptown Girl isn’t exactly rave music.”

That earns you a chuckle from Jungkook. “But it’s fun music, right?”

Soon after, he stands up from his seat. You look at him questioningly, but he mirrors it back with an expectant gaze and a raised brow. Seeing you getting apprehensive, he offers his hand and that’s when you roll your eyes, taking his hand as you pretend to stand up against your will and follow him to the crowd.

You chuckle as Jungkook suddenly sways his hips to the upbeat of the song, moving his arms around playfully. You’d like to think he’s doing that intentionally – to make you laugh? Loosen up? Whatever the idea behind it, it’s effective, because you can’t stop laughing as you watch him.

“Come on, we do this all the time!” Jungkook says over the loud music and people’s candid chattering.

And he’s not wrong because you do have mini parties in the living room of your apartment, pretending like the city before the glass wall across the area is your audience.

But you two are usually drunk during those moments, and right now, with only one glass of champagne, you’re not near being tipsy.

“This is so silly!” You exclaim, but you find yourself matching Jungkook’s spontaneous choreography, and it earns you a laugh from him as well.

“And when she’s walking, she’s looking so fi-i-ne,” Jungkook sings along, gesturing to you. You cover your face because you can’t stop laughing at how he looks – how you two must look – but you’re almost sure nobody’s paying attention because everybody is just having fun on their own. He has a good voice, though – even though he’s trying to act goofy with it. Jungkook doesn’t like when people point it out, or more like, gets shy when you bring it up.

Suddenly, he steps closer to you and reaches for your hand. Looking at him with confusion, still with that wide grin on your face, he gives you a playful smile before he guides your arm upwards. You utter a sound of a delighted snort, understanding where he’s getting at. With Jungkook guiding you, you do a mildly successful turn that makes you both laugh because as you were just getting back in your original position, you almost trip. Good thing that Jungkook’s there to catch you by the waist, the contact only lasting for a brief second before he lets go to dance on his own again.

“I wish I was an uptown girl!” You yell over the music.

“You’re kinda an uptown girl if you think about it.” Jungkook responds, nodding his head as if he believes that.

You chuckle, shaking your head at him. “No.”

“Yes, you are. You’re sophisticated and elegant.”

“Well, this—” you point between your bodies, “– is not very sophisticated and elegant of me.”

“Touché.” Jungkook laughs.

“But will you be my downtown man?” You say, not really thinking too much about it but then you suddenly realize what you just said and you’re about to add something to it – like putting a disclaimer that it was just a joke.

But then Jungkook leans closer, ducks down to level with your ear. “I can be if you want me to.”

The song ends and you barely had time to process what just happened before the soft piano progression of Carole King’s Will You Love Me Tomorrow begins to play.

You hear the collective “Aww”s from the audience and you watch as everybody suddenly pairs up with someone else. As the first lyric of the song is sung, you can feel the upbeat energy from earlier dropping to a calmer atmosphere. Romantic, you’d say it is.

When you look at Jungkook again, he has a small smile on his face. It’s as gentle as the piano behind the song.

“Can I?” He says.

You nibble on your bottom lip. “You want to?”

Jungkook only nods, still smiling.

“Only if you want to as well.”

You look around again. It’s not hard to spot Taehyung from afar on the dancefloor as well, with a gorgeous Hyerin in his arms. He doesn’t seem to notice you looking, though, but you watch the way he ducks down to whisper something in her ear, prompting a laugh from her.

Putting your gaze back to Jungkook, you blink as you say, “It’s… okay, I guess.”

“Okay?” Jungkook clarifies. You nod your head and he smiles that dashing smile again before he steps closer to you.

Slowly, he puts a hand around your waist. And you know he did it awhile ago, but the contact ended so briefly that you didn’t really have the chance to… somehow… savor it, maybe? But right now, as you fumble with your own hand, deciding whether or not you should put a hand on his waist as well, the proximity makes your breath hitch.

Your heart beats abnormally fast against your ribcage, and usually, it’s not hard to stare Jungkook in the face – but you find it a difficult task to do nowadays.

Jungkook, unsuspecting of your inner dilemma, only seems to notice your confusion with your hand placement, chuckling as he guides your wrist to his shoulder. He raises his other arm with yours and interlocks your fingers with his mid-air.

“There,” Jungkook says once you’re in the right position. “Now we look like professional dancers.”

You wince. “What’s the next step?”

“You’re taking this very seriously,” Jungkook snorts as he begins to move his feet.

You try to match his pace, and that distracts you from the fact that you're so close you can smell his cologne very well.

“Where did you learn this?” You ask instead, quite amazed at how Jungkook is approaching this. It’s not like you’ve never slow danced in your life – but you weren’t kidding when you said you have two left feet.

“Wikihow.”

“Wow.”

“They can be super reliable at times,” Jungkook chuckles as he continues to swing you both gently. “Stop looking down.”

You groan. “Ugh, no. I’m trying very hard not to not step on you.”

“So what if you step on me? Just relax.”

Jutting your bottom lip out, you look up at him. “My heels are Louboutin.”

“Even better.”

“Stop.” You break away from his hold with your other hand to jab at his chest lightly. Jungkook lets out an “Owe!” but you know it didn’t actually hurt when he just grins down at you, placing his hand on your waist instead so now he’s just… simply holding you.

You ignore the weird feeling that flares up in your chest at the action, choosing to keep your hand on his chest.

“You wanna know something?” You whisper. Jungkook hums. “I didn’t go to prom in highschool.”

“What? Why?” Jungkook genuinely seems surprised to hear that.

You smile sadly, looking back at the memory bitterly. “Changsub and I were fighting around that time because I saw him at the mall with some girl the previous week. I was so angry that I didn’t care about what I’d be missing out on. My mom tried really hard to get me to attend, but I was very stubborn. Now I still regret not going to prom. My dress was really pretty back then too but I didn't even get to wear it.”

“Damn,” Jungkook utters. “He really was such a dick to you, huh?”

“Yeah. But it was still on me, though… I can’t believe I let a boy make me miss out on prom night.” You pout.

Jungkook’s quiet for a while before he abruptly stops his swaying. You look at him in confusion as he lets go of your waist.

“Well, I don’t have a corsage… but this can maybe do?” He fumbles with his chest first before he takes out the silk lavender handkerchief from his suit’s pocket that matches his tie and the lily on his chest. He looks at you for a while before he takes your wrist in his hand. Your brows knit together as he ties the fabric around your wrist, making sure to finish it up with a ribbon – an attempt at a ribbon, that is.

You chuckle. “What’s this?”

Jungkook grins. “You wanna know something too? I didn’t have a date on prom night – was too scared to ask anybody out. I went home after the first hour. Wasn’t really a fond memory. So prom night definitely sucked for me… what I’m saying is that, it’s not really all that.”

You duck your head down to laugh, partly to hide the flutter in your heart at his words.

“So, like, is this our – what – our upgraded prom night?”

Jungkook nods proudly. He takes both your hands as you laugh, wrapping them around his neck, taking you by the waist again.

This time, you don’t feel like your breath is being taken away.

You feel… serene. The beating of your heart is back to normal. You realize, there’s a sense of comfort that comes from being close to him like this – talking and laughing like good old times.

You miss him. You miss him so much and you can’t believe you ever considered accepting a life without him in it.

“The dress looks good on you, by the way,” Jungkook comments, and it sounds so sincere that you can’t help but smile. As if that wasn’t enough to melt your heart, he adds, “And you look really beautiful.”

“T-tanks,” you stammer, taken aback at the almost intimate way he looks right into your eyes as he said that. You tighten your hold around his neck. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Thank you.”

You both chuckle, though there was nothing really funny said in particular.

Carole King’s gentle voice soothes you as Jungkook takes the lead of the dance. You’re not even doing anything other than just going with the flow, letting him take you wherever. There’s a moment when you were sure you stepped on his shoe, but Jungkook’s quick to dismiss you with a hush and saying it was nothing.

Tonight with words unspoken,

You say that I’m the only one

But will my heart be broken,

When the night meets the morning sun

You scoff as you finally hear the lyrics.

That may have taken a hit on you.

“This is so stupid.” You say.

Jungkook’s quick to react.

“Rude. I’m literally giving you a prom night from scratch.”

You look at him and you feel bad because he genuinely seems offended at your supposedly throw-away comment.

Shaking your head, you tap his chest lightly. “No, no. I mean– the lyrics. The song.”

Jungkook arches a brow. “I have a video of you crying over this song in your car when it came up on your playlist.”

“I didn’t cry over this song.” You roll your eyes.

“Not as much as you did over Silver Springs, anyway.”

“Oh my god, why do you know so much, Jesus,” you hiss, embarrassed at being confronted by your dramatic antics. “I just meant, why are they playing such a sad song at a wedding? Who approved this?”

“Eh,” Jungkook shrugs. “Maybe Nayeon’s a Carole King fan.”

“Is she?” you ask, genuinely curious. If she is, she never told anybody.

“Maybe…?”

You can’t help but laugh because of how the conversation progressed. Jungkook laughs as well and he takes the jab you send to his chest with a light hand. They’re really hard, you think, and you don’t know what comes over you as you lean your head down and let your body fall towards him, laying your cheek on the lapel of his suit. It’s warm.

You feel Jungkook stilling in his position at your sudden action, but soon enough, he does nothing to pry you off like you feared for a moment he would; tightening his arms around your waist and swinging you both in that kind of laxed way.

Shutting your eyes close, you let the soft melody of the song ease your nerves, basking in Jungkook’s presence and his familiar scent.

You stay like that for awhile, and just when the song is coming to an end, you feel Jungkook’s breathe in your ears, his lips almost brushing to the tips of your ears when he says, “I really miss you too.”

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rpwprpwprpwprw · 18 hours ago

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oh yeah! gonna check this baby! 5k yummy 😋

Faking It- Chapter One

Summary: When you first met Namjoon you never expected he would ghost you for a month due to his own clumsiness. You also never expected him to walk into your café and ask you to be his fill in girlfriend at his cousins wedding.

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader.

Word Count: 5k

Rating: E for everyone

Tags: this is all just backstory to get this fic started

Author Note: Hi! This is the chapter to get the story started and boy am I excited to share this with you. Thank you so much for reading!

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“One mocha extra whip,” Taehyung called as he scribbled the order down on his small red notepad and ripped the paper handing it to you. You grabbed it easily, stabbed it through the long metal rod holding all the orders, and finished making it.

The weather outside was the classic end-of-November weather, dark and dreary with large gray clouds covering the sky, making it look like it was later in the day than it actually was which had Taehyung starting the electric fireplace early and basking the small café in a warm glow.

You finished with the drink order as the kitchen door slowly opened and Jungkook came out carrying a tray on his left shoulder of freshly made cinnamon buns making the café smell of warm cinnamony goodness.

You made your way over to the serving counter at the end and handed the girl her drink as Taehyung called out another order to you.

“Behind.” You called out to Jungkook as he opened the dessert display case and started loading it.

Cinnamon Bun Friday had become a tradition long before Taehyung opened this café. It had started years ago when you both were still in your small hometown and bored out of your mind on a Friday afternoon after school.

“What do you think the best cinnamon bun tastes like?” He asked you as you both sat at your parent’s kitchen table, you completing your math homework and Taehyung working on his chemistry homework.

“Like heaven. Like gooey heaven that melts in your mouth and warms you from the inside out.” You answered putting your pencil down and rubbing your eyes. Math was always hard for you and you felt like if you didn’t take a break your brain would start to leek out your ears.

“That’s going to be our goal before going to University. I want to find the best cinnamon bun out there.” Taehyung said twirling his pencil through his long fingers.

“It can’t be something easy like cookies? It has to be cinnamon buns?” You teased as you pushed your chair back to get a can of pop for you both to share.

“Everyone does cookies. I want to do something different. If I can’t find it already made, I’ll find a recipe and make it.” He promised.

You still can recall that summer as if it was yesterday. You both graduated high school and were going to the local University. You spent the summer babysitting the neighborhood kids and Taehyung worked in a grocery store bagging items and shamelessly flirting with all the old ladies who would stand in the line no matter how long just to be charmed by him.

In your downtime you and Taehyung spent the summer biking, hitting up the local beach, and of course hunting for the perfect cinnamon bun, and when it was unable to be found you both went online.

After countless attempts and many taste tests, Taehyung seemed to find a recipe that was foolproof and delicious, and thus Cinnamon Bun Friday was formed.

After graduating from University Taehyung announced to both your families that he wanted to use his business degree to open a café in a fairly large city miles from the small town you both had grown up in.

Both sets of parents were pleased until Taehyung announced he wanted to take you with him. Your University experience was the same as his, pouring over books into the late hours of the night, dealing with group projects and exams, and while Taehyung came out of school knowing exactly what he wanted to do you still were unsure so this seemed like the best option.

Your parents were not pleased. They didn’t want their only daughter miles away from home but after much persuasion, they eventually gave in. By the time you were set to move, you were already twenty-four and your parents didn’t have a choice to make you stay.

You were elated!

Taehyung found a two-bedroom apartment and you both moved in. You worked odd jobs while he was getting the café up and running and after a full year of renovations it was open for business and Taehyung had promoted you to second in command.

The café was his dream and it was so exciting to see it come to life. He wanted to go for a modern cozy vibe with dark wood, black and white décor, and appliances. He named it Tae’s Teas even though you did serve coffee, and the cinnamon bun recipe that was created so long ago was the shining star.

“Earl Gray tea double cup.” He calls to you, snapping you from your memories as you grab the paper from him and get to work again.

Taehyung has a computer to cash people out but he liked the aesthetic of writing orders down on a small notepad, handing you the paper, and tucking his pencil or pen behind his ear which usually got lost in his long messy hair. You had to admit it had a sort of charm.

After an hour, the morning rush had died down and you were out from behind the counter cleaning tables.

A couple of customers had set up laptops and were working while sipping their drinks as soft jazz music played in the background.

You cleaned a table by the window and stared outside at the gloomy sky. The clouds were low and heavy and it looked like snow was about to come down any minute.

A white Christmas would be nice.

Taehyung had already told his parents he wouldn’t be home this year for Christmas as the café was still in its early stages and he didn’t want to leave it behind. You agreed to stay with him to keep him company but you knew it would be weird. Your first Christmas without your parents.

The bell above the door chimed and you watched as a group of moms came in with their bulky strollers.

You joined Taehyung at the counter and got to work taking orders with ease, making and serving the drinks in record time.

“You know I think we should change something about our order taking.” He musses as you serve the last customer her tea and wipe the counter down again.

“What do you mean? You’re finally going to get rid of that notepad?” You tease with a sly grin as Taehyung places a hand over his heart dramatically as if you had wounded him.

“Absolutely not it adds to the aesthetic you know that!” He reminds you as he tucks his pen behind his ear and fixes his headband over his messy brown hair.

“What I was going to say, is every time I say an order you should respond with Yes Chef! Like the TV shows do.”

You pause restocking your station and you turn to stare at him.

“Tae you can’t be serious.” You deadpan as he shoots you his signature boxy smile that used to work on all the older ladies at the grocery store. You however have been around him too long and his charms won’t work on you.

“I am not calling you chef. They do that on cooking shows Tae, not in cafes.” You remind him as you restock your sugar and make sure the mini-fridge is still full of milk and creamers shaking your head at his antics.

“Come on I think it will be fun!” He teases grinning as you stand up and shove your cleaning towel in the pocket of your black apron.

“I am most definitely not doing that but maybe Jimin or Jungkook should. They haven’t known you as long as I have I think I should get a pass on this one…. Call it seniority.” You tease as the bell above the door chimes and a group of girls come in all carrying laptop bags.

“What if I say I’ll fire you?” He teases as he walks up to the counter and leans against it shooting the girls a grin and making them dissolve into flirty giggles.

You roll your eyes.

“You’d miss me far too much to ever do that. Also, we said no takebacks when I started this job so you’re stuck with me” You shoot back as the girls are all twirling their hair and giggling behind their hands as Taehyung takes their order with ease. Flipping and spinning the pen on his long fingers making them gasp as if it was the coolest trick ever.

Taehyung calls out the first order and while you work on the drink he opens the display case to get a muffin. The bell above the door rings again but you are so busy making all these complex drinks it becomes background noise until you hear Tae’s worried voice.

“Uh… Y/N.” He says as you turn to face him nearly scalding your hand with the beverage.

“Yes, Chef?” You answer sweetly batting your eyelashes, but you stop in your tracks and stand still when you see who entered the café.

“Oh fuck.” You mutter as you take in the newest customer… the guy who asked for your number over a month ago and then never texted you, seemingly turning into a ghost or a mirage of sorts.

Kim Namjoon.

He stood tall with his hair covered by a dark navy beanie and his cheeks pink from the cold. He looked as gorgeous as he did the very first day he stepped foot in here and you had to take his order because Taehyung was in the back dealing with something.

“Go to the back Y/N,” Taehyung whispers as he takes another giggling girl’s order and you curse when you realize you have overfilled the drink you were making because you were so distracted by Namjoon entering the shop.

So he wasn’t a ghost. He wasn’t part of your imagination. He was real. He was handsome, and he seemed to be scanning the shop and looking for you.

“I’m fine it’s fine.” You stammered voice high and panicked as you tried to focus on the task in front of you.

Taehyung called another order and you got to work again, feeling your stomach fill with nerves but also anger as you made the drink chanting under your breath that it was going to be fine that everything was fine.

Namjoon entered the shop in October and you were immediately captivated by him. He was tall and handsome and when he smiled, god when he smiled, the most beautiful dimples appeared on his cheeks making him somehow even more beautiful if that was even possible. You still remembered his order, Coffee with one sugar and one cream.

Your hand shook when you served it to him and your heart beat wildly in your chest when your hand accidentally grazed his as you handed him the cup. He decided to take up residence in your small café, choosing to sit at a table near the window under the fake red and orange leaves Jimin had decided to put up to get in the Autumn theme.

He stayed for over an hour reading a small paperback, sipping his drink, and occasionally looking at you which had you blushing and stammering.

Taehyung had urged you to get his number saying Namjoon also couldn’t keep his eyes off you and just as you were about to pluck up the courage Namjoon surprised you by coming up to the counter and asking for your number himself.

He said you were just so beautiful and kind and if you were single he would like to get to know you better, maybe take you out on a date. You shakily put your number in his phone and held your breath when he shot you that dimpled smile and then he was out the door pulling his jacket down over his hands to ward off the chill and you felt like you were in a romantic comedy with how perfect the whole thing was.

Well, the comedy part was correct because you waited hours, then days, then weeks, and no message from Namjoon.

“Ouch Shoot!” You cried out as you burned your hand holding down the button for the hot water too long and overflowing the small ceramic cup Taehyung insisted on buying for “aesthetic reasons”

“Go to the back Y/N send Jimin out, you're going to hurt yourself” Taehyung demanded as you could feel Namjoon’s intense stare from across the room. You gave up and left, throwing open the door to the kitchen and scaring Jungkook and Jimin.

Jimin was sitting on one of the prep tables, brown hair held back by a knit cap, swinging his feet happily and staring at his phone. Meanwhile, Jungkook was dressed all in black rolling out more dough for cinnamon buns and occasionally looking up when Jimin would show him a funny video he found.

“Jimin get out there and help Tae will you?” You barked as he slid off the counter and rushed to the front, throwing open the door and joining Taehyung. You held your scalded hand and went over to the large kitchen sink and ran it under some cold water to ease the burn.

You closed your eyes and tried slow deep breaths as the water rushed over your hand.

Why the hell would he come back here after ghosting you

What gives him the right to do that?

And what gives him the right to come in here looking so good?

“Everything okay?” Jungkook asks in a small voice as you turn your head to see him rolling out more dough for the cinnamon buns. He was assigned head baker by Taehyung, and made them so many times you wondered if he even needed the sacred recipe anymore.

“Fine. Kook. Just fine.” You bit out instantly regretting the attitude you were giving him as the pain in your hand started to subside and you felt like you could breathe again.

“Taehyung hardly sends Jimin out front, I know he likes being out there with you so what happened?” He prods as the timer on the oven goes off and Jungkook wipes his hands on his apron and grabs the big black oven mitts to take a fresh batch of buns from the oven.

“Tae likes having Jimin out there.” You argue as you turn off the water to inspect your hand. The skin is red but it doesn’t hurt as much anymore.

“Yeah he likes having Jimin out there but they hardly get anything done which is why he prefers you. You keep him in line.” Jungkook teases setting the tray down and taking off the mits mixing the glaze with ease.

Even though Jungkook has been working with you for a year, can be shy and very quiet but he is a great listener. He doesn’t prod for information or make you tell him things he just goes about his work and if you confide in him you confide in him. You think that’s why he was hired on right away. He just has this calm chill aura about him which perfectly contrasts Taehyung’s hyper energy and Jimin’s chaotic energy.

“I- Well do you remember Namjoon.” You start as Jungkook nearly drops the bowl he is holding and stares at you with wide eyes.

“He’s here?” Jungkook asks as you nod.

“Yeah, he just walked in. I wasn’t paying attention and burnt my hand overfilling a cup. I told Taehyung the cup size was too small when he ordered them.” You hissed as Jungkook put the bowl down and raced to the kitchen door.

“Hey! Get back here don’t be so obvious!” You moan as he raises himself on his tiptoes to gaze out the rectangular window.

“Wow. Y/N he's…wow. He’s handsome.” Jungkook says as he steps away from the door and you can see a light blush on his cheeks.

“You're not supposed to tell me that Kook I’m supposed to hate how he ghosted me.” You whine as Jungkook gets back to work.

“I mean he is a jerk. Getting your hopes up and not bothering to text you.” Jungkook says as you bury your face in your hands.

Something you didn’t tell anyone is how embarrassing it was for you. You watched multiple girls have instant crushes on Taehyung throughout your time in school, even going as far as to slander you just to get close to him. You watched other girls in your high school and even University flirt with many people at once and go on all these dates and be asked out seemingly all the time it just never seemed to happen to you.

You got lucky with your ex-boyfriend you dated in University as you both just happened to be a part of the same friend group and clicked. You dated for a total of five months before you both amicably broke it off due to being too busy with school for each other.

Since then you had crushes of course but they always fizzled out or the guy didn’t like you back. Namjoon was the first guy to make a move. To approach you and want to get to know you, as someone who never had much romantic experience you were elated someone even noticed you at all.

So when he ghosted it hurt. You shouldn’t have put so much pressure on it but it was almost like you couldn’t help it. It was like finding a cinnamon bun recipe you thought would finally work out. That all the research and strife would be worth it, then it turns out to be a total disappointment. It just hurts

“Did he break your heart? Cause if so….” Jungkook trailed off shooting the buns he was glazing a menacing look.

“Nah it’s okay Kook he’s not worth it.” You sigh.

The door to the kitchen opens and your head snaps up to see Jimin standing there with a sly grin on his face and your stomach twists nervously.

“Oh Y/N…” He sings out.

“Your man wants to talk to you. And is very kindly refusing to leave if you don’t come out of hiding and hear him out. Oh, and Taehyung already threatened to call the police. Twice.” Jimin says as you let out a long frustrated sigh and run your hands down your weary face.

“Taehyung can’t just kick him out?” You growl as Jimin shakes his head with a frown.

“He did technically buy something and is a customer. It would look bad if Tae kicked him out. Please go speak to him before Taehyung kills him with the absolute dirtiest looks he is shooting him.” Jimin pleads as he grabs the tray of buns Jungkook just finished and heads back out to fill the display case again.

“I know how to box I could just kick him out of here.” Jungkook reminds you as you smile and shake your head.

“Nah we need our head bakers knuckles in tact. I’ll talk to him.” You sigh fixing your ponytail and smoothing down your apron.

You leave the kitchen as Taehyung turns to face you with a grimace.

“I tried to tell him to get lost but he bought something. That asshole is sitting in the corner waiting for you.” Taehyung hisses as you look over his shoulder and sure enough, see Namjoon sitting at the same seat he did a month ago sipping on a coffee looking small and for some reason nervous.

“It’s fine Tae. He will probably give me some lame excuse and then you can kick him out.” You say patting his shoulder as you walk by and walk up to Namjoon’s table.

His eyes lock with yours over his cup and he hastily puts it down nearly spilling the whole thing on himself in the process. You weren’t sure what went down while you were hiding out in the kitchen but it was clear Taehyung made him nervous.

Good.

“Hi Y/N.” He says softly motioning for you to sit in the chair across from him as he sets his cup down.

“Nah I think I’ll stand thanks.” You bite out as Namjoon’s eyes widen and he begins to fidget with his clothes and runs his hands through his hair.

“I, yeah okay I deserve that.” He mutters as you cross your arms over your chest and stare down at him.

He coughed and cleared his throat and you waited for him to do something, to say something.

“Listen Namjoon I’m kind of at work right now so if you want to tell me why you are here and hurry this along that would be great.” You remarked as Namjoon reached for his cup again but decided against it and instead tapped his fingers along the tabletop.

“I-I’m sorry I thought I would just come in here and apologize and I built up the courage and everything this morning but I’m well… I’m nervous.” He admits and you hate to say it but you feel for him.

Confrontation was never your strong suit so you wondered why he would bother coming in here at all. Staying away would be the easier option.

“Namjoon if you didn’t like me or thought you made a mistake you should have just stayed gone. It would have been a lot less work than coming in here.” You point out giving up and finally pulling out the chair to sit down.

“No that’s the problem I do like you! I-shit. I got your number and went to a work meeting right after. I work in music as a producer and they are super strict about no phones in meetings. They announced I would be flying to Korea that night to work on some music for some big names, as I was about to enter the car to head to the airport my phone fell out of my pocket and into a sewer grate. And I know it sounds like a fake made-up story but I have a habit of being clumsy. It’s so bad that they didn’t even give me a new phone until I was settled in Korea. I was there for a month and my backup wasn’t working to restore my contacts so I had to have my friend Yoongi give me his phone so I could manually put them all back in. I lost almost everything including your number and I had no way to reach you.” He says pulling out his phone to show you.

The phone did look new and had a massive bulky case on it.

“They gave me a giant case that way if I drop it, well it has less of a chance of going to a ninja turtle.” He jokes dimples popping out making your heart beat fast.

“I just got back yesterday and genuinely I am so sorry. My company scolded me so many times for losing phones, keys, and clothes it’s a running joke within the company to give me nothing important in case I lose it.” He explains.

“The day I saw you I meant everything I said. You are beautiful and you are someone I would like to get to know better I just had no way of contacting you being so far away. I didn’t even get your last name so I couldn’t look you up. Believe me, I tried.” He said.

You sat in the chair and took it all in. Even though you didn’t know Namjoon he did look genuine.

“Namjoon you have to understand I- I get what happened but it still hurt you know. I…well I kind of got my hopes up and then you just disappeared.” You admit as he rubs the back of his neck and looks defeated.

“I know and again I am so sorry. I want to do it right so can I give you my number and we can start this all over? I will even reintroduce myself if that’s what it takes.” He shoots you a grin that makes your heart flutter.

“You can stand at the counter and I can pretend like we have never met.” He says smiling as you shake your head and reluctantly take your phone out of your apron and slide it to him.

“I won’t make you do that but yes put your number in. Make sure you put in the right one I don’t want to do this again.” You warn as he nods and carefully puts his number in bringing the phone close to his face to make sure he has it right.

“There we go. Now text me so we can make sure it works” He says as you send him a smiley face emoji and within seconds it appears on his screen.

“I gotta ask though. Why come back here? You had two conversations with me I mean. It would have been easier to just never come back and take the loss.” You ask as Namjoon pockets his phone but still looks nervous.

“Honestly I’m not sure. I’m not saying that to be rude or anything I know we only had two conversations but there was something about you. Just your kindness and the way you smiled, something told me you are someone I should get to know. I didn’t want to ignore those feelings. And if we are both still single I don’t see why not.” He says as you crack a smile and also pocket your phone.

“You are still single, right? Cause the guy at the counter looks about two seconds away from socking me in the mouth. Jealous boyfriend?” He asks as you turn in your seat to see Taehyung shooting absolute daggers at Namjoon.

You scowl at him and wave your hands signaling him to stop and he throws his hands up and walks away busying himself with cleaning the glass of the display case.

“Definitely not a boyfriend. More of a family friend who I grew up with and when we graduated from University he wanted to open this café and we moved here. We co-own it. No romance at all.” You assure Namjoon as he lets out a sigh of relief and you can’t help but grin.

“That’s very good to know. I’d hate it if I lost out on someone as great as you. Especially giving me a second chance and all.” Namjoon says finally taking a sip of his drink as the bell above chimes as some customers leave, pulling their hoods up to ward off the snow.

You gasp and stare outside as giant flakes fall from the sky. The wind picked up so they fall slightly sideways and are starting to accumulate on the ground blanketing everything in a soft white. No matter what age you are there is something magical about the first snow.

“Guys! The first snow come look!” You call out as Taehyung turns to look over his shoulder and the kitchen door bursts open as Jimin and Jungkook look, happy smiles painted across their faces.

Other customers seem to watch the snow after hearing your outburst and normally you would be embarrassed about being so vocal about it but when Namjoon smiles at the pure awe on your face you can’t help but feel anything but elation.

“It sure is magical. I know in a month I will be cursing the cold and the snow but this right here. Pure magic. I could watch it for hours.” You sigh happily resting your hand under your chin to prop your head up.

“It really is beautiful.” Namjoon comments as you let out a dreamy sigh and finally pull your gaze away.

“So I guess I should get back to work. Thank you for coming all this way to clear things up.” You say starting to stand as Namjoon’s hand reaches out to stop you before you can leave.

“I uh. Yeah, I’m glad we cleared that up but I kind of…well…. there’s more.” He says as you sit back down feeling the ball of dread in your stomach appear again, the magic of the first snow forgotten.

“I-Uh. Well you see here’s the thing….” He starts once again fidgeting at the table.

The bell above the door chimes and chimes as a whole slew of customers come in using the café as a safe space to get out of the snow that is starting to come down harder.

“Y/N!” Taehyung calls, eyes wide at how many customers showed up in such a short amount of time. People were suddenly fighting for space and the calm and quiet of the café was now filled with mumbling and shuffling of feet.

“Namjoon I have to go back to work Tae needs me.” You say as you start to stand and Namjoon stammers standing up as well.

“Jungkook more cinnamon buns! Y/N please!” Taehyung begs as as the line seems to get longer and everyone is shoving for space.

You pull away from the table and from Namjoon as you hurry to retie your apron.

“Y/N I kind of well... Will you come to a wedding with me in December? Like in three weeks. I kind of volunteered you by accident. I’m sorry!” He blurts out looking anxious and panicked.

You stop in your tracks and turn to face him, face red and heart pounding in your chest. There i no way you heard that correctly

Right?

Taehyung is still calling for you.

Jimin races from the kitchen to help eyes wide and panicked.

The customers are all chatting and making so much noise there is no way you heard Namjoon right? There is no way he asked you to go to a wedding with him when you didn’t even go on a first date with him.

Right?

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