"You're a fucking asshole Jeon Jungkook.", the two boys were slumped lazily on the moulding bean bag, in the stale smelling cafe. Jungkook was pissed and his only friend was no longer trying to make him feel any better, now he was picking at the olders ego. "Who the fuck punches somebody for leaning on their motorbike? Seriously, what kind of psycho breaks a guys nose just because they leaned on a fucking mtorbike, oh thats right it had to be my best friend." Yugyeom rambled on, bringing up stories from decades ago just to taunt Jungkook about how he had 'serious anger issues' and 'needed to fucking chill'. Jeon Jungkook remained silent throughout his friends entire rant, he never liked talking, he was always afraid of saying something stupid so he trained himself to simply just shutup. Conversations with the boy would usually last 30 seconds before he would walk away or punch you.
"Honestly I just don't understand why you had to punch him so hard anyways. You do know we could go to fucking jail right. Damn you Kook, damn your fucking life." the taller boy sighed, his face seemed to be stained with a scowl.
"Are you done?", Jungkook asked camly, he was still completely pissed but throughout all his years of knowing Kim Yugyeom he figured getting angry at the boy was just a waste of time. The younger nodded silently, still wearing the scowl, trying to look as unapproachable as possible. "I'll go order the coffee.", Jungkook stood up and made his way to the counter.
His finger tips tapped impatiently on the rotting wood of the counter. The service was always slow and the food wasn't that great, but nobody else came here so the emptiness appealed to Jungkook. "If you don't stop tapping your going to get a splinter.", Jungkooks eyes rose to meet chocolate brown irises hidden behind long, curled eyelashes. His eyes scanned the face of the boy who had destroyed the silence with his deep vocals. The boy's strawberry-blonde locks fell over his eyebrows perfectly, his fringe slightly parted revealing his forehead. His skin was golden, it practically shone in the dim lighting of the cafe. He had a dainty nose and perfectly sculpted lips, his cheekbones dipped in all the right places, and his jawline was sharp and prominent, he had the bone structure of a god. Jungkook's pink tongue swiped over his plush bottom lip, dammit Kook stop gay-dreaming, the boy was completely stunned by this perfect stranger. He cleared his throat and brought himself out of his gay thoughts, only to see the strawberry-blonde waving his hands in front of the raven-haired boy's face.
"Hello, anybody home?", the boy bellowed sarcastically, Jungkook blurted out the first words that came to his head and-
"You have a beautiful bone structure.", This was it. Jeon Jungkook was going to die of embarrassment. He had already mentally dug his grave and buried himself.
"Thank you, your not too bad yourself. Now are you going to order or-", Jungkook didn't know what to say. The poor boy was flustered beyond what he could handle. He felt the tips of his ears heat up and he was just grateful his hair hid the tinge of red they must have shown.
"Oh yeah- umm two ice Am-Americanos please.", he lowered his head in shame, sliding the money towards the boy he had just ogled, and turned around to join, his still sour best friend, waiting for his coffee.
"Excuse me! Bone structure dude! Take your receipt.", Jungkook was stopped halfway through his walk of shame. He returned to the counter and took his receipt, not looking up once. The raven-haired boy looked down to read the receipt, for no particular reason at all, his eyes widened at what was written:
'You have a really nice ass btw.
-Kim Taehyung
64832498.
Jungkook had gotten the guy's fucking number.
