Wendy And Boys
A Cup of Coffee (1)

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Jungkook Point of view:

The cold temperature of this room has not been felt again since an hour ago because it was replaced by the heat of the clear grains that continue to break out racing through the pores of my skin that now feels wet.

Bruk~

For the fifth time I fell. Maybe this time I've reached the limit. My body feels so sick. The smell of blood began to seep into my sense of smell.

Looks like my lips were injured by hitting the floor earlier, how is this when tomorrow there is an important interview event, I do not want to be absent. Or rather I don't want to disappoint the hyungdeul for not being able to take care of myself. But what a power I do all this for them, my second family and for the fans who have always loved us out there.

I tried to get up but my legs felt stiff, unable to move. Shit, how am I supposed to go home like this. I had to spend the night here, maybe.

I felt my gaze also start to blur, but the pain again made this netra to remain open.

About five minutes I was still holding on to this position because it seemed like my legs were really cramping so they couldn't be moved.

Just as these petals were about to close perfectly, I suddenly heard the sound of the door of this training room opening. Slow steps began to approach me. The footsteps stopped right beside me.

"Here, it looks like you need this" said the owner of the footsteps as he placed something right in front of my face.

From his voice I knew that he was a Yeoja. The soft aroma of coffee and caramel began to seep through my sense of smell, really fragrant. But wait, this guy instead of helping me stand up gave me a cup of coffee.

"Why are you silent, sir? Don't you want coffee, I think you need to take a break and have a cup of this coffee" she exclaimed in a gentle tone that somehow warmed my heart.

I put my face up trying to see who the owner of the soft voice was, but unfortunately my vision began to blur and only one thing I could see clearly, this yeoja in front of me had a brown caremel-colored mane.

"You, can you help me get up first"

"Can't you wake up by yourself?" The question behind made me a little confused, could he not see my half-dead state?

"If I could have also woken up myself earlier without asking for your help," I replied again.

"Hm sorry.I guess you're sleeping tired"

"Here please help me to sit down" Yeoja caramel said he helped me get up.

"Of! you hurt sir"

"I was hurt because I couldn't get up on my own"

"Yes, sir, I'm going to grab a p3k in my bag and while I wait, drink this coffee" he again thrust the coffee at me and ran out of my training room.

I looked at the cup of sweet black liquid for a long time until I finally put my hand to reach it.

One sip managed to escape through my throat which did feel dry. Warm, and delicious, honestly I don't really like sweet but this coffee tastes different, not too sweet and not too bitter, this is very fitting. I'm sure not just anyone can make coffee this good.

After one first sip, I slowly began to finish the cup of coffee that was given the caramel name. My vision also began to return to normal probably due to the effects of caffeine in this drowsiness-relieving liquid.

After a while the door of this room again opened featuring the figure of ma-nis who had been saying out, I did not expect it turned out he Yeoja had a very sweet face.

"Eum sir can I help treat your wounds?" he said with a slight look of concern towards me.

"Hm, if you want"

"Of course I want you, there's no way I let anyone hurt while I have the chance to help" he said, starting to apply the medicine on some of my blisters.

"Why are you training so hard sir even this is already 1 am"

"You alone, why are you still here and why are you helping me are you my fan?" Instead of answering, I turned to ask him.

"Help it indiscriminately and I'm not your fan because mm. honestly I don't actually know you"

"You don't know me?"

"Yes"

"Are you a new employee?" I asked again who was immediately replied by a nod.

"Today's my first day working here, sir"

"I think I should have just seen you"

"You're so brave, you don't know me but you dare to help me, what if I do something to you anyway we're just two in this room"

"You're right, sir, sometimes helping something takes courage"

"Well, you're a very sweet Yeoja, why is your face so sweet" either I'm wrong or what, or, suddenly I saw that sweet yeoja cheek that was treating my wound this red weld added to the level of sweetness on his face, eh what am I saying this? Why did I call it sweet?

"What you're saying, I'm ugly can't be sweet"

"It's fate that you're sweet and what's your name we haven't met yet but I think you know me"

"My name is Seungwan, Son Seungwan, but it's usually called Wendy. What's your name, sir?"

"You really don't recognize me?" I really can't believe it, only this time there are people who don't know who I am.

"No, who are you?"

Instead of answering again I asked back, "Have you been living in Goa all this time? Or on top of the mountain? Why not recognize me?"

"So, I live in the village"

"I'm guessing it must be a remote village"

"Then why don't you recognize me Seungwan-si almost the whole world knows me"

"really? Are you a famous artist?"

"You could say, please introduce me to Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, the maknae of boy group BTS"

"BTS deserves to be famous"

"Not really, the proof is that you don't know me"

"I'm sorry, I've been so busy I don't have time to get to know you artists"

It was quiet until I started talking again.

"How can you make coffee like Seungwan-si?"

"No idea, it's probably already a talent passed down by my family"

"There really is such a thing"

"I don't know, either, but according to people my coffee is really delicious"

"Hm, no doubt about it"

"Thank you sir"

"It doesn't need to be that formal you're my friend now"

"Why is that Jungkook-si?"

"You've helped me so we're friends now"

"I'm just a regular employee or rather just a coffee maker here doesn't deserve to be friends with you sir"

"I told you not to be formal, just call me oppa and we're friends there's no rejection"

"Where can it be like that sir"

"Of course you can if it's related to Jeon Jungkook" I said with a smile and damaged Seungwan's caramel mane. And for the second time I saw the chubby pupi was again decorated with cherry fruit.

"You're so cute Seungwan-ah"

"I'm not cute sir"

"Aigo look at your red face that reflects you're so cute"

"No my master is ugly fat too"

"Call"

"No oppa" he said shyly and wanted to bite the cheek of the puffer.

"Smart kid, by the way you live where I'm gonna take you home this late"

"I'm mm. actually. I'm"

"You why?"

"I don't actually have a place to live"

"Why can?" I don't believe it.

"I was working in a cafe and in that cafe I was given a place to stay. Then there was someone who offered me to work here for three times higher pay and the job was also easy just to make coffee for the staff here"

"So you don't have a place to live?"

"It's not that I don't have an oppa but I don't have hehe tomorrow I'll just look for it, this afternoon I've permission to the boss so that tonight I'm staying here"

"How about you stay in my apartment? I rarely wear it because I spend a lot of time with the members in the dorm, so rather than unused you better just wear it"

"Not necessarily it will bother me anyway I don't want to be indebted"

"That's not Seungwan-ah's debt of gratitude, you would have helped me earlier if there were no you where I might have fainted until morning"

"But I only brought a little help oppa while your help was big, very unbalanced"

"Aren't you the one who said helping was indiscriminate as long as I thought there was a chance to help why not" I said the exact same words He said just a moment ago and managed to make him shut up for a moment.

"But oppa"

"There's no but-but let's go home" I saw He nodded his head in agreement but still implied a look of doubt on his sweet face.

"Look, my apartment has two rooms, I'm not gonna mess with you Seungwan-ah"

"Thank you oppa"

"Thank you for helping me out and giving me a really good cup of coffee" hearing my words the boy just came back blushing, argggg if it's like this I can continue to be khilaf.

I'd rather walk ahead of that sweet creature. The two of us walked out to the place where I parked my car, having previously picked up Seungwan's belongings.

I also do not forget to wear a black mask, hat and sunglasses that always stop on my face as a disguise so that no one knows who I really am.

Seriate..