Receipts and Romances

01

Jungkook is nervous. His hands are clammy, his heart is about to burst, and he can't stop bouncing his leg. In front of him, is Hyunwoo, his boyfriend of two years, who he suspects is just about to propose righttttttt....

Now.

"Let's break up."

It hit like. A. Bus. Just like Regina George, but perhaps that bus sounded better than whatever was happening now.

He's shocked, to say the least. Actually no, 'shocked', could not even begin to describe how he's feeling at the moment. Enraged. Confused. Livid.

"You're kidding right?" He snickers, eyes darting everywhere around the snug little cafe. He just had to look at something else and not his now ex boyfriend, otherwise he's sure he'll cry. 

"I'm not Koo—"

"Don't call me that. I'm not your boyfriend anymore, am I?" He rolls his eyes, a light scoff sounding past his quivering lips. Better to act arrogant than pathetic. That was his life motto.

"Look, I'm sorry—"

"One sec. Just excuse me for one second please. Let me just— bathroom."

Jungkook stands and grabs his phone with him, making sure he even has his keys and wallet. He was leaving. But not without a dramatic exit. He strides confidently towards the bathroom right at the back, passing the cashier's counter. Of course, he's not actually going to the bathroom, but Hyunwoo doesn't have to know that.

"Can I borrow this real quick? I'll buy you another one," he smiles innocently at a young woman in line, making sure to wink a little just to mess with her. 

She fortunately agrees, cheeks glowing red from the cheeky grin passed her way. 

All it takes are three steps. 

1. Walk over to him.
2. Dunk the coffee.
3. Cue dramatic exit.

That's all it takes...

Step 1 done. He sees a mop of brown hair in front of him, a white t-shirt, and paint stained jeans. But before he can think, step two is already done, the freezing iced americano long gone. 

And that's when he sees it. That's when he sees Hyunwoo sitting at the table across from this coffee soaked man.

He sees the head tilt up to glare at him and to his horror, a handsome face with sharp features is peeking up at him through drenched wavy locks.

"What the fuck?"

Forget step three, he was immensely fucked.