Serendipity

Jungkook Malaise

"I hate my life," pulling the hood of your jumper over your face, you groan loudly. You feel so embarrassed by last night. "Why me, just fucking why."

The couple beside you flinch at the volume of your voice. You groan loudly again because who really cares about the well being of the three customers beside you in this small retro looking alley cafe in the middle of nowhere. Especially when coffee around here costs an arm and a couple toes. Actually, you aren't sure why more people aren't just as angry as you.

"Ooh, that isn't a nice sound coming from your sweet lips Y/N," Namjoon, the cafe manager hands you an iced americano (on the house of course because you designed their web page). "What existential malaise is plaguing my dearest wallflower urchin today?"

Accepting his offering, you place it in front of you. "Besides the condescending wince you made when I joked about your below average quality of coffee beans called cool beans. Nothing. Nothing at all." You aggressively move the straw against the ice in your cup.

"Ah, the ups and downs of Y/N's life," he says, watching you sip your americano through a green crazy straw as per your request. "Just last week you were celebrating the beginning of your sexual identity and now you're in the slopes. You're a very interesting character."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment and not a cutting insult. What about you? How are you?" You ask, watching him pull out the chair in front of you. "Any cute new customers?"

He sits on the chair, folding his arms across his chest and one foot over the other. "Unfortunately the only cutie in my life is Seokjin and my life is great. Of course, besides the constant self-abnegation for people with a lack of modesty and empathy on a daily basis with a twisted sense of consumerist mentality, I am surviving." He says quickly. Leaning forward, he looks at you with bulging eyes. "But that's not why you are here now is it."

You nod silently. "I'm sensing a man with fire in his eyes and trouble in the south." he whispers.

You nod again, prompting a revelatory gasp from the man who quite possibly knew everything and the answer to absolutely anything. "Here I was thinking you were a young lesbian with a bad haircut and a strikingly heinous obsession with yellow hoodies."

You look down at your attire, it was comfortable, come on!

"Well in that case, how can I help?" he offers.

"Hmmm. Well, if I were to be completely honest with you. I don't know what to do," you mutter as though the very issue hindered more than just your thought process. "If a perfectly able young man were to offer you ...his... um... offer you his ugly turtleneck to ...let you use it whenever you wanted ...you know, learn how to wear them. Would you let him?"

Pushing the black square glasses up the bridge of his nose, he rises from his seat at the prompting of his service bell. Standing on a lean, gripping his chin in thought, he mutters. "Would wearing this turtleneck impact your quality of life?"

You blink. "No...."

"Do you have plans on returning the favour?"

Heat creeps across your cheeks. "Yes. I mean, we've done it kind of once already."

"Well, my life motto these days seems to be 'fuck it' so that's what I'm going to gift you right now in trade of that poorly constructed hypothetical. If the man wants you to have sex with him whenever you want, why not try it if that is what you want?"

You stare at him. "That's not what I mean. I'm just ...I guess I am afraid that it won't be what I want."

"Well, I am assuming that this man is Jungkook and from the ghastly look on your face, I'm going to assume that you want to bump uglies as well but you're too shy to admit it out loud or to yourself. So in that case, maybe you should go and talk to him again."