fingertips by moonboymin ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*
“that’s my coffee.”
jungkook doesn’t hear him. he’s listening through the new bring me the horizon album, nose in his phone because hoseok is texting him some ridiculous story about his new arts ta, and he doesn’t hear him.
he glances up, makes a grab for the cup. someone touches his wrist, light fingertips. he blinks, eyes wide, and looks up.
“that’s my coffee,” he repeats, and jungkook stares.
this guy looks expensive. he’s in a suit that could honestly be worth more than jungkook’s entire closet, and jungkook wonders a little bit what the hell he’s doing in a tiny cafe downtown. he’s looking steadily at jungkook, palm held out in clear expectation.
jungkook bristles, a little. he’s not this guy’s assistant, or something.
and besides, he’s pretty sure it’s his coffee.
(or; jungkook meets park jimin, foremost ceo who owns half of korea, maybe, and very quickly has any and all of his expectations shattered.)
