Nonetheless... maybe he would ask for her number the next time he saw her. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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It was sunrise and Jungkook was sitting on a café terrace, watching the sun wake up whilst sipping malt and having lovely amaretti biscuits.
Over his time living in Rome for the past five months, he had become an early regular for this splendid café. So he was always the first one there, even if they hadn't fully opened yet.
Today was one of those cases, he was the only customer in the café at the moment, hearing the Sunday church bells toll in the distance. The soft breeze combined with the beautiful colours of the sunrise would put anyone at peace.
The sweet but nutty beverage was a morning wake-up albeit he wasn't drinking enough to become drunk. The crumbly biscuits fuelled his energy as he heard the waiters and waitresses begin to open the café.
It was an old architectural structure, the style capturing most of Rome's beloved building trends. The café itself was well-known but laid back, handling the locals.
As only a few people entered the interior, one woman made her way to the terrace where Jungkook was seated. There were three tables, including the one Jungkook had, yet the woman asked if she could sit opposite him.
As Jungkook looked closer, he recognised her features, the features held in his home country. "May I sit here please?"
She spoke in Korean, voice smooth and pleasing, to which Jungkook nodded. You didn't see many oriental people here, unless it was for holiday.
They both exchanged greetings and names, the conversation comfortably small. Jungkook kept his eyes on the sunrise, or on his 'meal' yet they always seemed to shift back to the woman.
She was having a cappuccino, the steam emitted swirling in the air. This whole scenario seemed very aesthetic and very romantic in his eyes.
So much so that he cleared his throat, signally his departure (which was unusually early). What can you say? He felt wrongly awkward.
"Um, will I see you again? Here?" The woman asked, looking at him with sparking eyes.
He genuinely smiled, giving a soft yes before walking out. He briefly looked up, seeing her face once more.
He chuckled as he made his way to work, unable to fight the handsome grin from disappearing. He felt a pull to her, weird to think about but he couldn't explain it any other way.
Why did he feel like that? Feel genuinely happy in this way? Maybe to see a person who shares his nationality? Or to meet a person who seems nice? It was unusual to think about.
Nonetheless... maybe he would ask for her number the next time he saw her.
The End ♥️
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Happy birthday to the Jeon Jungkook, our golden maknae. He's growing up but he'll always be a baby bunny for some of us 😂 let's not talk about the duality of this man either- But really, I hope he has a great day. He's got great ambitions, let's support him forever ARMYs 💜💜💜
