Jungkook's POV-

Why did he want me to stop and talk to him? He didn't even say anything!

Why did I even stop in the first place?

I should have ignored him and kept walking but when I heard his voice, the sadness in his tone, it made my heart ache.

I have always thought of myself as the victim while he and Jin were off living a happy and carefree life, not wasting a single second thinking about me and my feelings... but his voice shattered that idea for me.

I've never heard him so hurt. Then seeing his face, his eyes... It broke my heart.

As I waited for him to say something, anything, my sadness had slowly melted back into anger.

I had to leave before it took over and I said or did anything to escalate the situation.

It feels like I've been walking for a while now but according to my watch it's only been about fifteen minutes.

On our way to Tae's house I had noticed us pass a café that looked pretty busy, which made me think it may be popular enough with locals to give it a try.

As I round the corner I finally see the place come into view, relief hitting me immediately at the sight as I am glad it wasn't quite as far away as I thought it would be.

As I walk up to the doors and push my way inside, the smell I'm welcomed with is intoxicating.

Not too strong for my sensitive sense of smell, which I find quite rare with bakeries and cafés sometimes.

Taking a few more steps inside while I look around I don't fail to notice that this is basically laid out as any typical Starbucks.

In fact, they could slap the lady with the white hair in the green circle out front and I don't think anyone would know the difference.

It has a nice ambiance nonetheless.

I make my way to the counter to be greeted with a rather cheery barista that seems a bit over excited to be working on a Friday afternoon.

His smile is contagious though and I can't help but give one in return.

"Hi! Welcome to Soo's Café, my name is Key. What can we get started for you?" He recites a little loudly while holding his smile.

I take a moment to glance at the menu over his shoulder before answering. "I'd like an iced Americano, the largest size, and a..." I pause as I look over the pastry case.

"What do you recommend from here." I ask, nodding towards it.

"The cake pops are a favorite, but I don't find them the best when paired with the coffee. I think they're more of a companion to the Frappuccinos.

"Ya know, because those are sweet and cake, of course, is also sweet and you obviously already have a sweet tooth if you even consider ordering the two together so might as well go all out..." he trails off a little before coming back to answering my question. "Anyway, I would recommend the Banana Bread or any of the muffins. Those go well with the coffee."

Yep, this is a Starbucks I think to myself as I continue eyeing the case. "I'll take a slice of Banana Bread please."

He happily punches the order into the computer before telling me my total.

I hand him my cash, telling him to keep the change.

It wasn't much, but he was nice and with the morning I've had, I needed a little genuine kindness.

I turn back toward the tables to find a place to take a seat. I choose a small table by the front window and it doesn't take long for my order to be brought over.

I will admit, the coffee was delicious as well as much needed. And the banana bread was perfect for my grumbling stomach. Quite a bit more filling than it appears to be.

As I turn my attention back to the window my mind drifts back to the scene from earlier. Dread begins to creep in when I think of having to return to that house to finish moving Tae's things out basically shoulder to shoulder with Jin and Namjoon.

Maybe luck will be on my side and while I am away they will start getting things loaded into the vehicles so I can head straight to the car with no further contact required when I get back.

After seeing how much shit Tae had I'm almost thankful for an extra vehicle, until I remember who it belongs to.

With a small scowl on my face I continue to sip my drink.

Just as I set it back down on the table I feel someone brush passed me before I hear a quiet thump as he continues towards the counter.

I look down and notice a wallet, I assume it to be his wallet, next to my foot.

I'm obviously going to return it to him and I should be headed back anyway, so I grab my cup and the wrapper from my bread along with a few napkins to discard before getting to my feet.

After stopping at the trash bin I make my way towards where he is stood with his back facing me.

I can't help but notice how his jeans fit his slim legs quite nicely and have been paired well with a slightly fitted black jacket over a loose t-shirt.

He is slimmer but I can tell he's got a rather nice build.

I blink a few times to get rid of these thoughts, surprised that I was so easily checking this stranger out.

It's not something I do often. And definitely not so subconsciously.

I hear him speaking to the same barista that had helped me, the man behind the counter laughing at whatever the dark haired guy had said.

I hesitate to interrupt them as they are obviously friendly to some extent, but when I hear the guy give his order for "his usual" and then move to reach for his back pocket I see my chance to interrupt.

"Hey, uh, excuse me..." I speak after having been standing to the side silently.

"You dropped your wallet over by my table." I say with the wallet outstretched for him to take.

He turns his head to look at the wallet in my hand which gives me a chance see his face.

He has thinly rimmed glasses on that look quite good on him if I'm honest. I can't think of anyone who could pull those off like he is.

He's pretty.

It's not a word I would normally associate with a man, I never even described Jin as anything other than handsome, but that's the word that immediately comes to mind when I see him.

Pretty.

While I try my best not to stare too noticeably at his features, I see him trace his eyes from the wallet up my arm before finally stopping on my face.

A slightly raised eyebrow and a hint of suspicion is the expression I'm greeted with when our eyes meet while he reaches his hand out to take the wallet.

Does he think I lifted it off him or what was that look for?

Once the wallet is back in his hands he opens it, obviously checking that everything is accounted for, before muttering a monotoned "Thanks" and turning back to face forward, not sparing me another glance.

I stand unmoving, very confused at how his mood changed so suddenly from his interaction with the barista to the one he's having now with me.

I manage to reply through my confusion a disingenuous, "No problem. Have a nice day" which receives no reaction.

With an annoyed huff I turn towards the door to leave.

"Well that guy can go right to hell," I say to myself once I'm outside and after making sure I hear the door close behind me.

I may be mad but I don't want to give that guy any excuse to take whatever soured his mood back there out on me.

He was giving me slight street fighter vibes when he stared at me and I don't want to know if that was an accurate observation or not.

Back to that scene inside. What was that even about?

It's not like I expected him to wrap his arms around my neck and start sobbing, overcome with joy that his long lost possession was found and returned in one piece. Not at all.

But I did expect more than a half assed "thanks."

And why did his mood switch only when he saw me? I stood there for a solid minute while he smiled and laughed with the barista, then not three seconds later he is scowling up at me. Me?

I scoff again, shaking my head as I stuff my hands in my pockets and stomp my way back to Tae's.

.......

I make it back to his street much sooner than I wanted, even with my unnecessarily slow pace. I should have taken a few laps around the block to kill more time.

As I'm considering turning around to do just that I notice an empty driveway.

What? Did they leave without me? Did they leave to look for me? I wasn't even gone that long.

All these questions run through my mind as I reach to my pocket for my phone, just now realizing I don't have it. With a heavy sigh I decide to continue on my previous course back to the house.

I just passed Jimin's car, so I at least assume he's in the house, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have someone with him. Unless the four left together?

I make my way across the yard and up to the porch. I pause for a moment, attempting to prepare myself for whoever, if anyone, might be inside waiting for me.

With one last deep breath I twist the doorknob and push the door open.