Jeon Jungkook barista.

Your father was a businessman with several cafes throughout Seoul. His business was doing well, but he was almost never around; always busy, always somewhere else. Over time, you grew accustomed to his absence, though you still felt it.

Among all their locations, there was one that was different for you.

It was small, quiet, tucked away in a corner where the city noise barely reached. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked rolls filled the air, and everything felt warmer, slower. That place became your refuge.

You used to go often, just to be there for a while, without thinking too much about anything.

And that's where you met him.

Jeon Jungkook had been working for a few months when you started noticing. At first, they were just brief greetings, nothing important. But over time, the conversations grew longer without you even realizing it.

There was something about him… a different energy, a way of being that drew attention. And when he smiled, even briefly, it was hard to ignore.

“Are you going to ask me for something or are you just here to distract me a little?” Jungkook said, without looking at you, while cleaning the bar counter.