This Felt Like A Literal Dream. It Felt As If This Was A Romantic Scene In A Movie. Isa Your Writing

this felt like a literal dream. it felt as if this was a romantic scene in a movie. isa your writing is so amazing from the imagery and the little descriptive details.. i loved so much. so soft and fluffy,, heart is full <3

jjk|| Mast Magan

tags: @koolvrr

wc: 1.4K

betaed by: @destructiveasparagus !

genre: pure fluff

warnings: N/A

tags: chaimaker!jk x florist!reader

summary: Neighboring the Arabian Sea, two people find love in something as simple as tea.

Alternatively, you get asked out by your handsome barista crush!

a/n: I'll edit this note later

The coastal city of Mumbai each morning wakes, the sun basking its buildings with its everlasting light and greeting each under its touch warmly.

For centuries, Churchgate has been an epicenter for foreigners in Mumbai, its shops influenced greatly by the English and French colonizers. Today, it hosts many famous bakeries and coffee shops, the most affluent of which Jungkook owns.

Jungkook wakes before the brilliant sun, rising with a trembling stretch from his bed. He had his window ajar during the night, to cool off. He's met with a rushing breeze that hits his chest as he inhales deeply, his eyes overlooking the world with the curiosity of a newborn. Another day has been gifted to him.

His heels slap the tile of his room as he walks to his kitchenette. His caring hands turn on the fire to boil water, scavenging his beloved coffee strainer from the cabinet. He hums a gentle love song as he pours a scoop of grounds into the strainer.

The scent of fruity, bitter coffee permeates the room as Jungkook pours a pancake mix onto a large pan, placing a glass cover atop it. He pulls out a plate of spiced, large cut potatoes and spills them on a pan, lighting his stove.

He leans against the counter, dipping his lips carefully into the liquid. It would seem as if the more time he spent in this city, the more infatuated he became with it. He'd come here only to be a student, but quickly fell in love with the energy of such a rich city. He set his coffee down and flipped his pancake.

A few blocks over, you'd come out of your shower feeling refreshed and ready to begin your day as a florist. You lived behind your shop, so transportation was never a worry to you. You put on a flowing, pleated skirt paired with a long-sleeved embroidered blouse, tied up your hair and glanced at a small mirror on your desk before slipping on your sandals.

The jangling of your keys echoed throughout the hall as you made your way to the gate separating your apartment and the store. You unlocked it with ease, and checked your watch. The shop did not open until nine o'clock. Your heart filled with excitement as you recalled an encounter you'd had with a beautiful stranger just yesterday.

Surely, he was quite the sight. His soft doe eyes, his strong nose, and his delicate, smiling lips were all that ran through your mind ever since he'd handed you your regular. Your mornings had always begun with a warm chai, the fragrant goodness uplifting your mood to start yet another busy work day. You'd caught yourself smiling for no reason, daydreaming silently about the way his mellow voice called your name, attempting to replicate it with your own voice.

You lift the shutters from the windows of your shop and let the sunlight trickle in and bathe your flowers in the light of day. The rays tangle themselves in the petals of your daisies, those of whom are just beginning to bloom. The room immediately illuminates with colors vivid to the eye. Dazzling jasmine, radiant orchids, and delicate aster greeted you with their color. "Hello, lovelies," you sigh as you take in their fresh scent. Before you forget, you put a fresh arrangement of orchids by the door to bring as a gift to someone very special.

With the flowers watered, you're all set to open. Now comes the part you've been anticipating, walking a block over to the café and catching a glimpse of your boy crush. Ah, you're such a child. You feel your heart flutter the way it did in grade school when you see him.

Your employees will not come around until eight at best, and that gives you about an hour to take a stroll. After all, you do live adjacent to the Arabian Sea. You must greet the day.

The convenience marts have opened, their tenants busy counting inventory as you walk by, giving you a nod. The streets are barren at this time, only a few bikes sputtering past you. A faint aroma of strong chai catches your nose. Cheerfully, you follow it down the avenue.

Jungkook is shaking an iced coffee. He wistfully looks out the shop’s window, taking in the medley of scents which arouse his sense of smell. His mind is clear, except for a curiosity he can't explain. He wonders where you are, today. His buttoned down black dress shirt hugs his chest and highlights his shoulders. He takes a cloth and wipes down his station; no customers appear to be needing his help.

He'd been looking, if he was honest, for someone to share his life with. It was about time for this sort of thing, he figured. Call him old fashioned, but he wasn't interested in dating sites or hiring a matchmaker. He found that it was much more special if he'd met his love naturally. He was in no rush, as a man with many future prospects. You were a curiosity, an article of virtue which should be inquired and observed respectfully. You were an enigma to his yearning heart, zealous towards the feeling of new interest.

Benevolent energy surrounds you. You grow closer to him with every graceful stride. With a confident smile, you greet him with your spritely eyes.

"Miss, how are you today? We are short staffed currently, so I will be serving you," he sings, eyes gleaming like pearls. He thinks you look lovely today with your hair up. He averts his eyes to the counter so as not to stare too long.

"I'm well, today, thank you. I smelled chai on my walk, and I thought: 'ah, Jungkook makes it so much better'," you laugh, setting down the orchids.

"Are these for the store? I'll have to pay you after my shift," He puts his hands around the ceramic pot, admiring the elegance of the flower. The petals were your lips, slightly tinted pink in the center. He silently compared the two.

"You really do embarrass me sometimes," you huff. "It's a small gift to congratulate you on becoming the manager. Now girls are sure to throw themselves at you." You roll your eyes, only half-joking. Jungkook shakes his head, negating your comment.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, Miss y/n, but there aren't many families here who take interest in my profession." He hisses through his teeth. "I'll let you know if I have any luck though," he winks and gets out his notepad. "What will it be for today?"

His puppy dog eyes never failed to make your heart melt as you gave him a precise order, something different than your regular. "Just the chai, thanks," you nod.

"Okay, I'll have that out for you soon." Jungkook turns to begin preparing your order. Before he could stop himself, he doubletakes. What does he have to lose, realistically? A rush of adrenaline causes him to raise his voice. "Actually, Miss, there is one more thing."

His kind eyes meet yours. His are a warm chocolate, rich and welcoming which implore your fragile heart to heed his confession. "Would you accompany me to dinner at the Bay View?" Just as the words leave his mouth, he feels a weight lifted from his shoulders. A small smile forms. Your eyes soften.

"Jungkook, a date?" You tuck your hair behind your ear and feel your cheeks get hot. Your loss for words is his opportunity to poke fun.

"Ah, so you like me." His eyes squint in a smile as he adjusts himself on the counter. "Miss y/n, it would be an honor to accompany you to dinner. I want to spend an evening with you, and get to know more about you," he sings, confidently this time.

"Yes," you gather, "I would like that." It takes all of your strength to not hide your face. You weren't typically a bashful person, but the way he confronted you caused your walls to break down in the way you'd never thought they would for anyone.

It seemed as if with every second beside him, the world got brighter. A secret kept close to your heart, you were only sweet to him. And, in all of Bombay, there would be no other for you but him.

You begin to conjure your idea of love.

Black tea was his elegance, strength, and his manner. He spoke to you with mindfulness, and respected you. It taints the water with its bass-note strength and grounds the concoction.

Thus began the love spell which brewed not only in your soul, but in your captivated heart.