taehyung hates coffee and jungkook can’t stand his job as a barista, until taehyung mistakenly wanders into a cafe and orders a latte as an excuse to talk to the cute guy behind the counter, which quickly becomes a daily tradition for them, leading to something more.


Taehyung sat in the back corner of the coffee shop that was on the same block as his apartment. He’d never been inside until today for the simple reason that he /hated/ coffee.

He associated the smell of it with everything bad, like his annoying professors, stressed and sleep
deprived adults, and bitterness. He didn’t understand why people liked it so much, you couldn’t pay him enough to take a sip, which is why he was surprised at his own self for even considering getting up and ordering a cup right now.

The main reason being the cute barista.
The boy in question was focused intently on concocting the long list of drinks that visitors had ordered. His eyes not leaving the brewers and cups in front of him for even a minute. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration and arm muscles flexed repeatedly under rolled up sleeves.
His dark wavy hair was tucked behind his ears and two silver hoops graced his earlobes. His lips moved every once in a while as he mouthed recipes to himself, and his nose would scrunch up any time he’d make even the smallest of spills, no doubt scolding himself for the waste.
Taehyung stared at him so intently, eyes wide open and unblinking, that he didn’t look away until they began to water. He’d seen many people he’d found attractive before, he’d even dated many of them but he’d never seen anyone like /him/.

Which is why he silently thanked whoever
had pulled the fire alarm at his apartment, prompting him to seek out a quiet place to study while it got resolved. Now, hiding his nervous finger tapping behind the screen of his laptop and quickly averting his gaze to his open textbook whenever he felt the barista was looking,
he schemed of ways to talk to him, maybe even impress him, a feeling that was new to Taehyung since he was often the one being wooed.

He quickly searched up coffee facts on the internet. He knew next to nothing about the drink or the process of preparing it, he didn’t even know
what he’d order if he ever gathered up the courage to do so. Who came up with these complicated names anyway? Cap-Uh-Chee-No. La-Tae. Frap-uh...

He practiced quietly to himself, not wanting to mispronounce the drinks or stutter in front of the other. He scoffed at himself and
how quickly he was willing to overturn his own outlook on the drink for a man who didn’t even know he existed. He was whipped.

Speaking of whipped, was it too childish to order whipped cream on top of these fancy drinks? He figured if he couldn’t actually drink the liquid under
he could lap up the cream on top. He glanced down at the time, he’d been having this inner monologue with himself for almost 2 hours, long after many visitors had left, and close to closing time.

The barista was leaning forward on the counter rearranging the gift cards on it.
It’s now or never, he thought to himself, getting up and wiping his clammy hands on his trousers.

Get it together, Taehyung, you’re just ordering a drink, not asking for his number, he repeated to himself as he made his way to the front.

Once he saw Taehyung approaching, the
barista stood up straight and offered the absolute cutest smile Taehyung had seen, one that physically pained his chest. Ow.

“Hi! Ready to order?” his soft voice carried over.

Taehyung nodded before glancing briefly at the menu overhead, then clearing his throat.

He’d practiced the easiest order he could find,

“I’ll have one small la-tae with whipped cream please.”

The barista nodded, punching it into his computer. “One grande latte coming up.”

“No, not grande, small,” Taehyung said in the deepest voice he could muster.

The barista
smirked, shaking his head quickly.

“That’s right sir, grande means small.”

Taehyung flushed red, embarrassed already, he didn’t know even sizes had their own names.

“Would you like to pay with cash or card?”

Taehyung’s eyes widened at the price, he had left his apartment
with just a few bills and change, which he hurriedly dug out of his pockets, laying them flat on the counter.

The barista counted quickly, and Taehyung blushed deeper at the realization that he didn’t have enough money to pay for whatever he’d ordered. Crap. Mission abort, his
brain was screaming at him, but his feet wouldn’t budge.

“I’m sorry, I left my place without my wallet, I can run back and get—“

“It’s okay, this one’s on the house, don’t worry about it.”

There was that stunning smile once more. Taehyung glanced at the name tag on the other’s

“Really? T-thank you, Jun-Jungkook?”

“Jeon Jungkook, and no problem at all sir, can I get a name for the order?”


“Oh! Like latte!” He exclaimed. “I’ll bring it over to you when it’s ready.”

Taehyung never thought he’d be this excited for coffee.

“A latte for Tae,” Jungkook proclaimed, setting the cup down amidst the notebooks and pencils, “Enjoy!”

“You too!” Taehyung replied, immediately face palming himself. “Sorry, I meant thanks.”

“Let me just clean and close up, then I’ll join you with a cup,” Jungkook winked back.

When Jungkook returned with his apron off, Taehyung suddenly lost all the confidence he had been building up. Something about the way his fitted shirt and slacks clung to his built body. Something about the way his hair seemed to bounce with each step, something about him.
“So, how’s the latte?”

Tae looked down at the untouched drink then over at Jungkook’s identical cup.

He chose his words carefully, “It looks great, you’re a talented barista.”

Jungkook laughed shyly. “I’m glad, usually I get tired by the end of the day and make mistakes.”
Taehyung nodded, thinking about what to say next, a million questions floated through his head like, who are you? Why are you so beautiful? How old are you? Will you marry me?

Ok maybe not that last one. Yet.

“Is it usually busy on Tuesdays?” He said instead.

Jungkook thought
for a bit. “I work closing shifts on Tuesdays and Thursdays and they aren’t as bad as the morning Saturday and Mondays, so I guess it wasn’t too bad today.”

Taehyung took a mental note of his schedule.

“But it does get pretty noisy in the evenings, were you able to get any
studying done?” He looked over at Taehyung’s blank notebook page and the textbook which was still open to the same section.

Taehyung cleared his throat, shutting everything and putting it in bag.

“Not as much as I wanted, but...”

He paused.

“I’m glad I finally came in here.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow as if to ask why, as he finished up the last sip of his latte.

But Taehyung chose to let that go unanswered, for now.

“You haven’t taken a sip since I sat down here, Tae,” Jungkook pointed out.

Taehyung itched at his neck, nervous.

He didn’t want to make it seem like he thought it wasn’t good, he was sure it was made well, if only he could drink it.

He took a deep breath and brought the cup up to his lips, careful to only taste the whipped cream on top.

“Mm, it’s so good. But I’ll have to stop here since
it’s really late and if I drink this now, I’ll be so caffeinated, I won’t be able to sleep.”

Jungkook started laughing, clutching his stomach.


He motioned towards his face but Taehyung still had no idea what was so funny, until Jungkook reached over with his fingers.
He lightly brushed two digits over Taehyung’s lips, wiping the cream that had collected there, before bringing them to his own mouth and licking them clean.


Suddenly, Taehyung’s cheeks felt really warm. The cafe felt a little too small, and Jungkook felt a little too close.
But before he could figure out a coherent response, Jungkook glanced down at his watch and sprung out of his chair.

“It was so great meeting you Taehyung, and having someone to share a cup of coffee with. But if I don’t leave now I’ll miss the bus for home. See you soon?”
Taehyung nodded, slinging his own bag over his shoulder, glad he didn’t have to address what had just happened.

“Have a good night Jungkook.”

And yeah he’d see him soon, in fact, Taehyung, thought to himself, Thursday afternoon couldn’t come fast enough.

#taekookau #taekook
And when it did come, Taehyung was prepared.

So prepared in fact that he had spend most of the day before searching up the history of coffee and brainstorming ways to casually bring it up in conversation.

It was desperate, he knew, but if coffee was the only way to impress his
unexpected crush, then he was willing to become an expert. At least enough to not mess up another coffee order.

So as a soon as class ended Thursday afternoon, he told his best friend and usual study buddy, Jimin, that he was feeling tired and wanted to go home.

“Let’s meet
tomorrow morning to cram for the exam then?” Jimin asked.

Taehyung nodded, “Yeah, usual place in the library?”

Jimin gave him a once over taking in the pin striped button down which was loosely tucked in to black slacks and paired with loafers.

Taehyung had also added thick
rimmed glasses and purposely curled some of his hair to effectively give off the casual, academic look.

“You going somewhere?” Jimin squinted at him, pointing over to his outfit.

Taehyung was quick to shake his head no. “Nope, just felt like dressing up today.”

He shot the
most innocent smile he could muster. But Jimin didn’t buy it one bit.

“Kim Taehyung, we are literally joint at the hip, you can’t keep secrets from me.”

Taehyung sighed, “I know Jiminah, but there really isn’t anything to tell you yet. When there is, I promise you’ll be the
first to know, okay? I’m not going on a secret date, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Jimin grinned widely now, “Okay good. Sorry for being overprotective sometimes. I just don’t think anyone deserves you.”

Taehyung gave his friend a quick hug before they parted, Taehyung
heading straight for the coffee shop by his dorm.

As soon as he stepped inside, Jungkook looked up from the counter,

“Tae! You’re back.” He smiled warmly.

Taehyung nodded shyly and walked towards him, repeating the coffee order he’d practiced in his head again.


“Hi Jungkook! Nice to see you again.”

As if he hadn’t meticulously planned this meeting.

“More studying today?” The barista shot him an apologetic look, complete with a small pout, that Taehyung had to resist cooing over.

“Yeah, big exam tomorrow, might be here a while.”
“Aw man, I’m glad my major doesn’t have a ton of written exams.”

Taehyung perked up at that, “Wait, are you in college too?”

For some reason he thought Jungkook was older, with the mature way he carried himself.

Jungkook sighed, “Yeah, senior at SNU. Photography major.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“I’m a senior at SNU too. Biology major. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you around though.”

Jungkook chuckled, “That makes sense, we’ve probably never had the same courses, and as soon as I’m out of class, I’m either here to work or out taking pictures.”
“Hey, man, we don’t have all day.”
Some impatient man called out from the back of the line that had quickly formed as the two had been immersed in their conversation.

Taehyung shot an unamused gaze backwards, before looking back at Jungkook, who found the situation too funny.
“What can I get started for you Taehyung?”

He cleared his throat, his moment to shine had finally come. In the most suave voice he replied, “I’ll take one iced skim macchiato with a shot of caramel, please.”

He let out an inadvertent huff after that tongue twister.
“Since fall has started, we’ve been asked to stop serving iced drinks, I’m sorry” Jungkook responded with a frown.

Taehyung’s mind went blank as he took in that information. He had studied the Portuguese origins of macchiatos, he had read it had less milk than lattes, he
had prepared his trivia. But he hadn’t anticipated this.

Luckily, Jungkook saved him the mental agony once again, “How about a hot caramel macchiato?”

Taehyung nodded immediately. Phew. He quickly paid and stepped off to the side, waiting for his order.


Taehyung brought
the cup back to his table, and stared at it for a while. The white milky foam at the top contrasted with the dark brown fluid beneath it. He hadn’t even ordered whipped cream this time, so he really didn’t know what to do.

Eventually he ended up offering the drink to a couple
that had sat down next to him, who looked confused at first but eventually took it after noticing it had been untouched, and understanding Taehyung’s excuse that he’d simply ordered the wrong drink and didn’t want to waste it.

He groaned thinking of what new excuse he’d have to
come up with each time he came. After returning his cup, he finally settled down to study, taking breaks every few pages to look up at the busy barista behind the counter.

If he’d looked up more, he would have noticed the shy glances Jungkook was sending his way as well. He had
thought Taehyung to be incredibly cute the first night they’d met but he looked even cuter today, as he scribbled notes and pushed his glasses up his nose.

Jungkook did not particularly like his job as a barista. He found no joy in getting yelled at by customers if so much
as one mistake was made in their drink. And many days he’d fall behind on projects and assignments because he would be too exhausted from being on his feet for hours at the cafe.

In fact, the night Taehyung had come in for the first time was the night Jungkook had planned on
quitting. But something about the timid yet adorable nature of the other had distracted him, which is why he’d been watching the door throughout his shift today, hoping Taehyung would return again.

And when he did come, Jungkook couldn’t explain the slight skip in his heartbeat.
After closing and cleaning, Jungkook approached Taehyung again, sliding into the seat across from the other, tired from another long day.

"Oh! Closing time already?" Taehyung exclaimed, starting to gather his belongings.

Jungkook nodded, "Ready for your exam?"

"As ready as
I'll ever be I guess."

They let the comfortable silence hang between them for a few seconds before Jungkook asked, "How was the macchiato? Hope the hot one was just as good as the iced?"

Taehyung nodded, maybe a little too eagerly, "It was great! Thanks."

Another beat of silence.

"So, I might need to study Saturday as well," Taehyung began.

"Oh, I work mornings from 8 AM," Jungkook quickly added, "Not that you need me to be here when you study, plus it's kind of early on a Saturday."

Taehyung winked, "Of course, I'll be there
then to see my favorite barista."

Jungkook let out a flustered breath.

"Alright, have to run to catch the bus again. See you then! Good luck on your exam."

Taehyung walked out of the café with a smile on his face for the second time, too calm for someone that had a midterm.
"Taeee," Jimin whined as the two left their lecture hall, "That midterm was so hard. I swear our professor wants us to fail."

"It wasn't that bad," Taehyung responded, lightly humming to himself.

Jimin stopped in his tracks, whipping around to face his friend & pinched him.
"Tae, are you okay? You've been acting so strange lately. You're humming, you have that goofy smile on your face all the time, and you found our midterm to be 'not that bad.' Are you sick?" He lifted a hand up to feel for a fever, suddenly concerned.

Taehyung laughed out loud.
"I'm fine, Min-ah. Is it a crime to be happy?"

"Oh no, don't tell me you started drugs. We promised each other we'd stay clean--"

"Shut up! I'm not smoking anything either."

"Fine, are we still on for the arcade tomorrow?"

It was tradition for the two to spend the day after
an exam playing all their favorite games and relaxing.

"Oh, um, I have to study." Taehyung said nervously.

"Study? You? For what, exactly? We're good for exams for the next few weeks."

"I just want to get ahead" Taehyung mumbled, starting to walk away.

"Hey!" Jimin shouted
Taehyung turned around again.

"Can you please tell me why you've been so suspicious lately? Please."

Taehyung licked his lips, he didn't want to lie to his best friend.

"Fine. You know that coffee shop on my street, the one you always wanted to drag me to?"

Jimin nodded, remembering.

"Well, on Tuesday, there was a fire alarm in my dorm, and I really needed to study so out of desperation, I went to that café. And I met a cute guy there, Jimin."

The last sentence came out in a higher voice than intended.

"Ahh! Am I dreaming or
does the college heartthrob, Kim Taehyung, finally have a crush of his own?"

"Keep your voice down," Taehyung hushed him. "So, last night I went back to the café to study and talked to him again, since he works there. And I was planning to head there again tomorrow morning too."
Jimin clapped his hand excitedly, dragging Taehyung to sit by him on a bench outside of their class building.

"Tell me all about him Taehyungie."

Taehyung tried to suppress a smile as he described Jungkook, "I can't really put him in to words. He's so damn attractive, even when
he does the smallest things like pour coffee into a cup, and he has these little habits like pouting or leaning his head to the side, or poking his cheek with his tongue. It's so endearing. And I've only seen him in his work clothes, but that body..."

He stopped when he realized
Jimin had doubled over laughing, prompting Taehyung to smack his arm.

"What's so funny, idiot?"
"Nothing. I'm used to other people describing you like that, not the other way around. This Jungkook guy must be a smoke show. How come I haven't dated him yet?"

This earned another
playful smack from his friend.

"I'm kidding. I won't shoot my shot at my future brother-in-law. Can I please come with you tomorrow to the café, I wanna meet him, and see if he's actually good enough for you or just another pretty face?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"He'll be working, you know. We won't exactly be talking the whole time."

"Okay, but I'll get to silently observe him."

"That's not creepy at all, Jimin. But fine. You'll have to wake up at 8 AM though, I'm planning to head there at 9, make sure to bring your books. We want to
look busy, not like we're there to ogle him."

"But that's exactly what we're going to do."

"I swear if you embarrass me, Park Jimin."
Taehyung shot him a look of warning, which the other just laughed off,

"I won't Taehyungie, pinky promise. I'm so excited now."


The next morning Taehyung opened his door to a very sleepy Jimin.

“I’ve never even woken up this early for a class, so you automatically have to marry this Jungkook guy. I don’t make the rules.” He yawned out.

Taehyung just giggled, locked his door and led Jimin back down.
They entered the coffee shop at 9 am on the dot, being there right when Jungkook started would have been overkill, Taehyung reasoned.

He waved over to the barista, who immediately shot him his signature sweet smile.

As the two approached the counter, Jungkook’s smile faltered
when he noticed Jimin clinging on to Taehyung’s arms, who was looking at him with a slight smirk.

“Good morning, Taehyung. How are you today?” He batted his eyelashes subtly, causing Taehyung to blush a little.

“I’m well Jungkook, this is my friend, Jimin. I told him what great
coffee you brewed, so he insisted on coming to try it himself, isn’t that right Jimin?”

“Since when did you start drinking coffee—“ Jimin stopped mid sentence upon receiving a glare from Taehyung, “start drinking coffee here, haha. We usually drink at that other place.” He joked
After ordering, the two sat down waiting for Jungkook to bring over the order.

Jimin did not miss how Jungkook’s eyes seemed to linger on his friend, the way he gently placed his hand on top of Taehyung’s as they exchanged the cup between them, and the shy smiles.

After the other left, Taehyung looked over at Jimin quizzically, “So what do you think?”

Jimin leaned over, “You both are absolutely whipped for each other.”

Taehyung swatted him away, dismissively.

“You watch too many rom-coms. It isn’t that easy.”

Jimin scoffed in disbelief
“It literally is. I have watched you two give each other heart eyes since we walked in here. Just ask him out or something?”

“No! It’s too early.”

Jimin deadpanned, “So exactly how many days of pretending you like coffee just to sit and stare at him from across the room does
it usually take before you get the courage to ask someone out, asking for a friend?”

But before Taehyung could respond, Jungkook had returned with warm slices of lemon cake.

“I remember you said you had an exam yesterday, so I figured I’d bake you something today. Lemon cake
always makes me feel better.” He rubbed at his arms nervously, glancing between the two of them. “There’s enough for both of you I think.”

Taehyung was just about ready to get up and kiss him, before Jimin interjected,

“Jungkook! That’s so sweet of you. Taehyung /loves/ lemon
cake. And I’m sure it’s even better since you baked it yourself.” He grinned widely, making both boys look around, flustered.

“Also, I was supposed to go to the arcade with him today, but,” he fake coughed a few times, “I haven’t been feeling well, so if you’re free after work
do you mind going with him? I don’t want Taehyungie to be sad.” He looked up at Jungkook, unblinking, almost daring him to say anything other than ‘yes.’

“I don’t have anything to do after work. I can go with him, if that’s okay with him of course.”

Jimin kicked Taehyung under
the table, the other had gone silent at the whole exchange.

“O-of course, Jungkook. I would love it if you came with me.”

“Perfect, that settles it then. You two enjoy your day, but don’t have too much fun without me.” Jimin announced.

Jungkook smiled to himself before
walking back to the counter. Taehyung leaned over and through gritted teeth said, “Why did you do that?”

“Shouldn’t you be thanking me? I spared you so much time and nervousness. Now you have a date with the hot barista, while your equally hot best friend is single and alone.”
Taehyung shook his head in defeat. He was glad he would finally get to spend some time alone with Jungkook, outside of the coffee shop, and when the other wasn’t busy completing orders. But at the same time, he wasn’t sure if he was ready.

It had taken him hours of research and
preparation to even have the courage to order a drink in front of the other, and now he was going on an impromptu date?

As if reading his mind, Jimin said, “Life moves fast Kim, keep up.” He took a bite of the cake, immediately widening his eyes.

“Not to be dramatic but this is
the best cake I’ve ever tasted, I meant what I said about marrying this guy. I could get used to him baking us treats more often.”

Taehyung tried it too, turning towards Jungkook, who was already looking at him.

They smiled at each other & soon the hours of the morning flew by.
As the noon approached, Taehyung started getting more and more nervous.

“Tae, relax. You’re going to an arcade for goodness sake, not a fancy candlelit dinner. Just be yourself.” Jimin reassured him. “Plus I think pretty boy over there is just as nervous as you. He’s been
wiping that same spot on the counter for the last 10 minutes.”

Taehyung let out a nervous giggle.

“Jimin, you know I’ve never been on a date where I felt the need to impress the other person, I’m just nervous he won’t like me. And all the effort I’ve put into making it work
will go to waste.” He pouted.

Jimin rolled his eyes, “First of all, searching a few coffee facts hardly counts as effort. Second, no need to impress him, if you’re both your normal selves, you’ll either click or you won’t, that is the point of dating after all.”

And so when Jungkook came out of the staff room, with his apron off, Jimin said his goodbyes and headed home.

The walk to the arcade was not long at all, but to Taehyung it felt like miles.

He and Jungkook walked side by side, still admittedly shy and quiet around each other.
However, as a few hours of leisure gaming passed, Taehyung quickly came to realize that the overtly calm and collected barista Jungkook was a very competitive and intense player.

From the frustrated groans and grunts to the fists repeatedly punching at the air, he could tell
Jungkook /hated/ losing.

After they took a break to get snacks and drinks, Taehyung joked,

“I didn’t know you were just a whiny baby under that mature facade.”

Jungkook groaned, shaking his head.

“It’s not my fault, these games are rigged to make us lose.”

And after another few hours of trying out the novelty activities the place had to offer, the two were beat.

“That was a lot of fun, Taehyung. Thanks for letting me join you.” Jungkook said shyly.

Taehyung grinned widely at him, “Of course, it was a lot more fun with you than
Jimin, but don’t tell him that.”

“We have to do it again though, something was off today, I need to win so you don’t think I’m a loser. I guess I was just nervous,” he let slip.

Taehyung stared at him, “Nervous?”

Jungkook was looking everywhere but at him now, dragging the
sleeves of his sweater over his hands

“Y-yeah, I don’t really go out much, & going out with you...” he stopped talking, glancing quickly at Taehyung, who had heard all he had needed to.

“So, should we maybe go on an actual date this time? Like a planned one?” He asked quietly.
Jungkook shook his head no to Taehyung’s surprise.

“If I couldn’t handle arcade games, what makes you think I’d be ready for an actual date,” he laughed nervously, “How about we have a few more casual hang outs, like this or with our friends, & then go out on a date?”

It was
as if Jungkook had read Taehyung’s mind.

“That sounds good to me, I’ll let you plan our next casual-hang-out-definitely-not-a-date-then,” he laughed.

Jungkook agreed, before asking, almost in a whisper, “Can I maybe have your number then?”

Taehyung took the other’s phone,
typing meticulously, and when he looked back up Jungkook quickly averted his gaze with a smile.

“Is there something on my face?” Taehyung began wiping, remembering the whipped cream incident from before.

Jungkook brought up his phone to snap a picture, “That’s for your contact
photo. And nope, nothing on your face.”

Taehyung took out his phone to snap an equally unexpected photo of the other looking doe-eyed.

“So why were you staring?”

Jungkook just shook his head dismissively, “I have to get back home now, but I’ll text you plans for next time.”
As Taehyung walked home, hands in his pockets and lips sealed shut, in case he had the sudden desire to start singing and dancing on the lamp posts, because he was oh-so happy, he thought back to the events of the day.

There was an understood comfort between them. They still
knew next to nothing about each other’s personal lives, there had been no usual awkward conversation starters. And yet the time they’d spent together had been just as intimate, and judging by the butterflies dancing in his stomach, Taehyung had finally found someone that made his
heart flutter and his eyes see the world with a rose tint.

If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was in love. In fact, when he’d tell Jimin about his day later on, /he’d/ insist he was in love, but Taehyung appreciated Jungkook’s desire to take things slow, enjoy each
other’s presence organically and without any labels.

But right now, walking back to his apartment, laughing quietly at himself as he remembered Jungkook’s exaggerated reactions to losing the games, he was happy.

His phone buzzed in his pocket as he looked down at the familiar
name, “Jungkook” before opening it,

“I was staring at your smile earlier in the arcade. You have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. Was too shy to tell you in person.”

And after reading and rereading that message several times, Taehyung knew he was a goner.


Every Monday, before classes, and Tuesdays and Thursdays right after, and yes, even bright and early Saturday morning, Taehyung would go to the cafe to see Jungkook’s familiar bright smile and excited eyes.

They’d exchange few updates about their lives, yet it was enough.
Then finally, a few weeks after they’d gone to the arcade, Jungkook picked up his phone with shaking hands and messaged Taehyung.

It had been Yoongi’s idea. Yoongi was his best friend & role model, he had only attended the college classes where the professor took roll call and
yet was now among the the youngest and most talented music producers in the city. One day he had come to visit Jungkook and been told about this Taehyung boy.

And judging from the glint in his eyes and the unwavering smile as Jungkook meticulously described each detail about
Taehyung, a reaction he hadn’t seen from the other before, Yoongi knew it was serious. And so he did what any friend would do.

He made fun of him.

“Aww Googie has a little crush. Googie has a little crush. Careful not to catch cooties.”

“Hyung!! Stop, this is why I don’t tell
you anything. Plus I think I really like him.” He added softly.

Yoongi pinched his cheeks, “Aw honey bun, I know you do. I can tell.”

His expression became serious all of a sudden as he made a 10 year plan for the two that ended in Jungkook and Taehyung owning a cottage with
6 little kids, and two dogs.

He saw the exasperated expression on Jungkook’s face, “Okay, I see you’re not following. How about we start with a one year plan?” He offered.

Jungkook facepalmed, “Hyung! I still get jitters around him and have to will myself not to stutter. I
haven’t even been able to go on a proper date. He told me to plan the next hangout and I’ve been stressing over that. So whenever you’re done clowning around and feel like helping, I would be grateful.”

Yoongi sighed, “Okay. How about you invite him over your place to watch a
movie? Something you both like? That’s casual enough.”

“Okay, but can you be there too? I want you to meet him, I’ve met his friend too.”

“Fine, stop whining, I’ll come. Is his friend cute?”

“Yes I think you’ll like him, he seems nice. Aren’t you going to ask if he’s single?”
“I don’t care about that.” He scoffed, “No one stays single for long after meeting me.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at the fake bad boy persona Yoongi often put on, when he knew deep down he was the softest person ever.

“Whatever. Help me draft this text?”

“It’s not a work email
you can’t even text him? Jeez, you’re whipped /whipped/.”

But he did help Jungkook send out the invite, careful to extend it to Jimin too.

“And now we wait.”

Turns out they didn’t have to wait too long because a few streets down, Jimin and Taehyung who had been studying,
paused to look at the text and after only /minimal/ fussing, responsed with an excited “Yes.”


Friday night rolled around fast enough and both Yoongi and Jimin were now fastidiously helping their nervous best friends pick out clothes.

“Isn’t this too much for a movie night?”
Taehyung looked down at his French tucked blouse and skinny jeans.

“I usually watch movies in my pajamas.”

Jimin shook his head, “Yeah but if you wore pajamas I’d feel overdressed so just stop fidgeting, you look great.”

“You excited to meet Jungkook’s friend?” He raised his

Jimin blushed subtly “It’s not about me tonight. I’m just glad I won’t be third wheeling alone.”

And so with their casual bickering, they boarded the bus towards Jungkook’s apartment, finding themselves pausing before knocking on the wooden door.

#taekookau #taekook
“Min-ah, I’m scared like in a good way, my stomach is doing flips.”

Jimin giggled, “You’ll be over it in no time.”

He reached out to knock, the muffled voices inside dying down as Jungkook approached the door.

“H-hey,” he smiled at Taehyung, “You made it.”

But Taehyung was
far from paying attention to the other’s words. His eyes immediately fixating on Jungkook’s biceps, which were visible for the first time under a rolled up half sleeved shirt the other was wearing. Specifically they traced over the inked design.

“You-you have tattoos, too?” His
voice came out in an embarrassing croak.

“What he means to say is thank you for inviting us over, he’s really excited. Aren’t you Taehyungie?” He waved his fingers in front of his friend.

Taehyung quickly snapped out of his daze, looking towards the floor, suddenly shy.
“I-I think I had an assignment due tonight. Completely forgot,” he started retreating, until Jimin grabbed his wrist and pushed him inside the apartment.

“No you don’t.”

Jungkook let out an airy laugh at the whole ordeal. “Tae, I’ve been waiting for this for too long, stay!”
And how could Taehyung possibly say no to that, he just had to avoid thinking about how smoking /hot/ Jungkook looked in his gray tee, with his beautiful bicep tattoo and black sweats. How soft his hair looked and how pretty his dangling earrings were.

He let out a deep breath.
“I’ve been waiting too.”

They made their way over to the couch where Yoongi and Jimin had already cozied up to each other, so much for “tonight’s about you,” Taehyung thought.

But Jimin and Yoongi sitting together meant Taehyung & Jungkook would be squished next to each other
and Taehyung hadn’t decided yet if that was a good or bad thing, seeing as how he was still very effected.

Yoongi turned away from whatever Jimin and him had been whispering about to address Jungkook, “Hey, vanilla cupcake, you forgot the popcorn.”

Jimin and Taehyung giggled
at the cute nickname and even more so when they saw how pink Jungkook had gotten as he scrambled to the kitchen.

“I call him by different baked good names all the time because he’s a really great baker,” Yoongi explained before turning back to Jimin.

Taehyung sat stunned at
the beautiful irony that was Jungkook. His tattoos, piercings and dark wavy hair would seem intimidating from far but his dimpled smile, big eyes, and endearing habits would give away his true sweet personality.

And as Jungkook came back with two large bowls of popcorn, and sat
back down next to Taehyung, mumbling a “Sorry” underneath his breath, before turning his attention to the movie Yoongi had put on, Taehyung realized he’d have to just get used to his fluttering heart.

“Ah hyung, why’d you put on a horror movie, thought we agreed on a comedy.”
He remembered Taehyung mentioning how he hated all things scary. The last thing he wanted was for him to be uncomfortable.

“Look Jimin doesn’t like them either, but I told him he can cuddle me whenever he gets too scared, Taehyung can do the same to you,” Yoongi smirked as Jimin
let out an amused chuckle. He and Yoongi had certainly hit if off. And he looked forward to the cuddles.

“Hear that?” Jungkook whispered to Taehyung. “Feel free to cuddle me when you need to.”

And Taehyung couldn’t believe that now he was excited for the horror movie to start.
Jungkook thought he’d be able to concentrate on the movie. He really did. But with the minimal proximity between Taehyung and him, as they crowded on the small couch together made him focus on the other boy instead.

A few minutes into the movie, Taehyung had taken up the cuddle
offer, resting his head on Jungkook’s left shoulder, while his arms wrapped around the left arm. From this angle, Jungkook had a clear view of the delicate features on Taehyung’s face. The way his long eyelashes cast the most subtle of shadows on his apple cheeks.

The way his nose sloped down to lead to pouty lips, and his dark defined eyebrows framed the bottom of his forehead, while his slightly curly brown curls graced the top. Jungkook hadn’t ever been able to really look at Taehyung, especially from this close, so now when he had the
opportunity to do so, he did, shamelessly, trying to commit each line and curve to memory.

He also reveled in the unconscious way he wrapped his fingers tighter around his bare upper arms, when something particularly terrifying came up on screen.

He reminded himself to thank
Yoongi later; this movie hang out had been a great idea. He glanced over at Yoongi and Jimin on the couch next to them. Despite them having ample space, the two were tangled around each other, so close that you’d never guess they were strangers who had only just met.

At some point, Jungkook must have dozed off, because he woke up to the dramatic end credits of the film, complete with loud spooky music. He looked around immediately, noticing one, that Yoongi and Jimin had left, and two, Taehyung was still wrapped around him, fastbasleep.
He gently unwrapped Taehyung’s arms and got up to check his phone, texts from Yoongi indicated that the two others hadn’t wanted to disturb Taehyung and Jungkook, so they left together. Jungkook decided he’d figure out what together meant later. Right now it was a little past
midnight and he had work early tomorrow morning.

He debated whether to wake up Taehyung or not, not to send him home but ask him if he wanted to change into pajamas, but as he saw the gentle smile that had crept on the snoozing boy’s face, he decided against it.

Instead he
bent down to scoop him up, bridal style, finding it cute how Taehyung immediately shifted towards Jungkook’s chest, reaching out to hold his torso.

He went to his bedroom and lowered him carefully onto his bed, luckily he had cleaned his entire room and changed sheets earlier
that day. He spread the blanket over the sleeping man’s body and watched as he shifted under it, rolling on to his side to grab a pillow and snuggle it. Jungkook resisted the urge to bend down and pinch his cheeks. How could he be /this/ cute even while sleeping?

He stepped back
taking in the sight of the sleeping boy. He tried not to freak out about the situation too much, after all the prettiest boy he’d ever seen, who he had an undeniable crush on, and maybe a chance with was sleeping soundly on his bed.

The thought of getting in beside him crossed
Jungkook’s mind, he didn’t think the other would particularly mind if they slept in the same bed, but he also didn’t want to wake him up with his early work alarm in the morning, so he opted to grab a blanket and pajamas and head to the living room to crash on the couch.

couldn’t help but caress the part of his arm that Taehyung had been holding on to earlier, the ghosts of the fingers still causing him goosebumps. And he hoped, no, he prayed that the other wouldn’t leave early tomorrow before Jungkook got back.

Because now that he got a taste
of what it was like to be around Taehyung in two different settings, he was addicted and maybe even a little selfish for wanting the other boy to stay as long as possible.


Taehyung woke up the next morning, groggy and confused, but definitely not tired. Well rested, even.
He looked around, scratching his head, and then it hit him all at once. The monochrome sheets, the neat desk and the soft smell of cologne, it all contrasted so sharply with his own room.

He was still at Jungkook’s. That too in his bed. Wrapped up in his sheets.

He sat up, reaching for his phone which had someone moved from his pocket to the night stand.

11:30 AM.

That’s when he noticed the texts from Jungkook explaining how he’d fallen asleep. He pondered the last line of the message:

“Feel free to take a shower and change into
anything from my closet. I’ll be off work at noon, and I’ll bring us breakfast.”

Bring /us/ breakfast. Did that mean Jungkook wanted him to stay?

He dragged himself off the impossibly comfortable bed and made his way to the closet, picking out a casual hoodie and sweats.
He took his time in the shower, thinking about last night and how incredible he had felt just being near Jungkook. How much comfort the other’s presence brought him despite his nervousness.

When he came out, dressed and hair still dripping wet, he didn’t expect to see Jungkook
sitting on the kitchen table, a full breakfast array layed out in front of him.

The other smiled warmly,

“Good morning, Tae. How’d you sleep?”

Taehyung slipped into the seat across from him, cheeks beginning to get warm, he had so many questions. Why hadn’t Jungkook woken him
up and sent him home? Did they sleep in the same bed? Where were Yoongi and Jimin?

But instead he replied, “Really well. My alarm usually goes off and it didn’t today.”

Jungkook cocked his head and suppressed a smile, as if he knew something the other didnt.

“And do you
usually set an alarm for 7:30 AM on Saturday mornings?”

Taehyung nodded, hesitantly, “Y-yeah, I get up early to....study.”

Jungkook leaned closer, so close that Taehyung calculated their noses were mere inches apart.

“Hm,” he said voice hushed now, barely audible.

“It’s just that when I heard your alarm ring this morning, I took out your phone to turn it off, so it wouldn’t wake you. And the alarm was called “Go see Jungkookie at the cafe” with a heart. So I’m beginning to think you only wake up early to see me.” He said with a tiny smirk.
Taehyung’s first instinct was to run. But Jungkook was quicker, he grabbed his wrist, and pulled him back before he could get too far.

Maybe he’d pulled him with more strength than intended because the other came stumbling down right into Jungkook’s lap.

Both hands on his
wrists, Jungkook looked at Taehyung.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

Taehyung looked down into Jungkook’s lap, trying hard not to think about how comfortable he felt there, he was supposed to be embarrassed.

“I was going to say, how cute I thought it was. How cute I think you
are in general. How you curl up around something in your sleep. How you have puppy eyes that can melt anyone’s heart, and how I’m lucky enough to be the reason why you get up early on a weekend.”

He took one hand away from Taehyung’s wrist and used it to cup his chin, angling
their heads so they were making eye contact now. Taehyung’s wide eyes in surprise, meeting Jungkook’s endeared ones.

“And I wasn’t going to tell you this, but I’m so happy you feel the same, because ever since the first night you came to the cafe, I spent every shift after that
with my eyes glued to the door and heart beating in anticipation and would breath a sigh of relief when you’d finally walk in.

Last night I was so happy to spend time with you, and this morning I woke up craving more, so much so I basically ran back here from the bus stop hoping
you hadn’t left. And my back up plan was the cookies that I put in the oven this morning, so if you even thought about leaving before I got back, atleast you’d stay for my baking.”

Taehyung let out a giggle now, leaning forward to rest their foreheads together.

Jungkook followed suit, letting out a breathy laugh. It felt good to have everything off his chest.

“How could I think of just getting up and leaving when my host is the greatest person ever? If you never ask me to leave, I just might stay forever.”

He smiled, and Jungkook
got up to carefully set Taehyung back down on his chair, before heading to the kitchen to bring the cookies. Taehyung had been so distracted by his own thoughts this morning he hadn’t noticed the delicious aroma that wafted through the apartment.

They sat down to enjoy the best
breakfast Taehyung had in a while.

“So we never really got to watch the movie we wanted?” Jungkook said, washing down his last bite with orange juice.

Taehyung nodded and went to flop on the couch. Whatever initial hesitation and awkwardness they’d felt the night before was
long gone. A good sign, Jungkook thought, as he went and joined Taehyung, slipping into the seat under where Taehyung’s head was resting, lifting it gently to place it on his thigh.

Domestic, Taehyung thought, the butterflies in his stomach that never seemed to go away, agreed.
After the credits rolled once more, Taehyung turned his head so he was staring up at Jungkook, who was looking down at him.

Then he pouted, “If you haven’t noticed already, I love cuddling and hugging, and even kisses, so can you hurry up and date me already so I can smother
you with them please?” He crossed his arms over his chest as Jungkook chuckled.

He reached his fingers out to card through Taehyung’s hair.

“Trust me, cutie, there’s nothing I want more. But, you’re the type of guy I want to take my time with.”

When Taehyung’s forehead
bunched up in confusion, Jungkook explained,

“I’ve dated before. Several times. But I’ve never felt the same towards them. They never made me so happy I had trouble falling asleep. They never made me so happy that the job I used to hate suddenly didn’t feel so bad, they never
made me so happy that I felt like the luckiest person in the world, but you do, Kim Taehyung. I want to get to know you, and I want you to get to know me. Thoroughly. I want us to be sure we’re ready to move forward, because I intend on keeping you around forever. Otherwise I
would have kissed you long ago.”

Taehyung’s lips curled into a flustered smile, how should he tell Jungkook he wanted to propose to him the first time he’d set eyes on him.

“So when we’re both ready, which will be sooner than you think, I’ll take you out on the best date you
have ever been on. And then you can do all of that and more.”

Taehyung closed his eyes now, humming in satisfaction, “Promise?”

Jungkook intertwined their pinky’s.


“Okay then, let’s go to know each other. Tell me about your tattoo.” Taehyung smiled mischievously.
“Well I think you mean tattoos, I have more.” Jungkook winked, causing Taehyung to sit up in shock. “What?”

Jungkook just laughed, “Told you we should get to know each other more.”

Taehyung liked that idea.

That’s when both their phones rang at the same time. Yoongi & Jimin.

Within the hour Jungkook and Taehyung found themselves sitting across from a bouncy Jimin and a blushing Yoongi, in a booth at the familiar coffee store.

“Is there a reason why you dragged me to my place of work on one of my three days off?” Jungkook asked Yoongi, sarcastic.
“I’m sorry Jungkook.” Jimin answered, “It was my idea and we thought we’d do it together.”

Now Taehyung added, “Do what together?”

“I’d like to introduce you guys to Yoongi,” he paused, dramatically, “my /boyfriend/.”

The two then broke into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
Jungkook and Taehyung side eyed each other. It’s not like they hadn’t seen this coming. After all the similarities between the two but more importantly their complementary differences made them a perfect pair and well, in terms of timing, the two definitely did not care for time.
“Great, congrats, anything else?” Taehyung asked. Him and Jungkook stifling their own laughs.

Yoongi quickly sobered up, “You guys know this is a big deal right? I don’t usually commit but Jimin here is something else.” He looked at Jungkook. “You know, right, banana muffin?”
Jungkook nodded, earnestly, before Taehyung and him finally let out their laughs.

“We’re happy for you! It’s just funny how it hasn’t even been 24 hours since you met each other for the first time, and you two were supposedly there for us.”

Yoongi and Jimin nodded.

“We were, but you two don’t need our help, you’re the star-crossed lovers and we’re the fools in love, so we’re just excited for the double dates, right honey bunch?” Jimin said to Yoongi, with a nose scrunch, while the other two pretended to gag.

And then as the two went on to
talk about everything they’d discovered they’d had in common and maybe a future project that would feature Jimin as a vocalist and Yoongi as a producer, Taehyung felt a familiar hand shuffle around, until it found his, under the table.

Jungkook intertwined their fingers and
gave Taehyung a little squeeze. And Taehyung relished the feeling of how their two hands fit so perfectly together, with Jungkook’s larger palm holding up Taehyung’s smaller one, and Taehyung’s long fingers wrapping around Jungkook’s. Like the perfect key and lock.


since their promise to each other, Taehyung and Jungkook met regularly, mostly at the cafe as it was a central point for both, but sometimes in their own apartments.

Taehyung came to know about Jungkook’s /three/ tattoos and the meanings behind them, he came to know the other’s
shy and reserved nature and cautious attitude towards love came from watching his parents argue relentlessly throughout his childhood and eventually dissolve into a divorce.

He understood his need for independence from them, which is why he worked so hard to provide for himself
He understood that Jungkook had a soft spot and a generous heart, when after every shift, he’d buy a few pastries and bring them to the homeless people along the busy street.

And he came to know how photography meant so much to him. Because growing up, he had more bad days than
good. Sometimes just a simple photo from one of the good ones was enough to keep him anchored. But he also learned more trivial things about Jungkook, how he preferred cereal at night and soda without ice, and although he didn’t think it possible, each day he fell a little more.
Jungkook too came to know quite a bit about Taehyung. How inclined he was towards children, having grown up without siblings of his own. How he was a loyal and selfless friend, always willing to give up a limb and a lung for those who he loved most. He understood how painting
served as an escape for him from the monotony of daily life. He found out how Taehyung loved fresh flowers, and always had one ready for him at the counter when he came to visit the cafe.

And most importantly they both found that being in each other’s arms was like coming home.

It had been a given that Jungkook would plan out their first official date when they were ready, including where they’d go, when they’d go, and what they’d eat. Then he’d ask Taehyung when everything was ready.

So neither were in any rush. Jungkook figured he’d take his time
ironing out the details, after all Taehyung deserved nothing but the best.

But his slow & steady approach was quickly tested when one day, he witnessed another student hitting on Taehyung, /his/ Tae.

He felt it for the first time. Bubbling up from deep within him.


It had been a quiet Thursday night, just an hour before closing. Taehyung had his books spread out in front of him, along with a cup of hot chocolate that Jungkook had made for him. Lately he’d been encouraging Taehyung to try out other types of drinks, and although he didn’t
exactly know why, he was grateful, he no longer had to deal with coffee.

That’s when he felt someone slide into the seat across from him. He recognized the boy immediately. Tall and handsome, one of the more popular jocks from their university.

He gave Taehyung a smirk before
leaning in towards him, “What’s a pretty guy like you doing at a place like this when you could be out partying with me?”

Taehyung looked up shocked, & from his periphery he could tell they had Jungkook’s attention too.

“Know you from one of our classes together, was walking by
and saw you through the windows, so what do you say?”

He gave Taehyung a wink and finger-walked his hand over to Taehyung’s textbook to shut it for him. Taehyung was unfortunately used to this kind of behavior. He was often hit on in a similar manner, and usually he’d have just
the right witty remark to have them stumbling back to where they’d come from. But tonight he didn’t have to bother.

Jungkook had left his counter, walking towards them at the fastest pace he could muster. He had layed his own palm against the book, forcing it to stay open.
Taehyung noticed the veins popping in Jungkook’s arms, he was angry.

“Sir, I see you’re harassing our customers, so I’m going to have to ask you to leave?” Jungkook gritted.

The third boy, leaned back in his seat, clearly amused.

“I’m not harassing him at all. Tae is a class
mate of mine, I was just trying to ask him out, before /you/ so rudely interrupted. What kind of customer service is this anyway?” He said looking around, “Aren’t you supposed to be up front mixing drinks and minding your business?”

Jungkook lowered himself down to his eye level
using his forearms for support on the table,

“This is my business, because Taehyung is my boyfriend, so kindly get out before I throw you out myself.” His biceps seemed to flex along with the warning, and it did not go unnoticed by the other two.

“Geez man, you could have said
that in the beginning. How was I supposed to know? I’ve never seen you two together at school and stuff.”

He mumbled, before grabbing his wallet and making his way out of the cafe.

Jungkook sunk down into the seat now, head in his hands, eyes closed,


Taehyung reached out to tug at Jungkook’s wrists, only to find the other’s cheeks red and warm, a few stray tears had escaped from his down casted eyes.

“Taehyung, I’m so sorry.”

Taehyung looked around, noting they were the only two left since the cafe was officially closed.
He knelt down next to Jungkook, using his hands to wipe at his tears.

“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’m so sorry I acted so possessive over you, just now. I don’t know what came over me, I was so rude to that guy—“ he began rambling.

Taehyung cupped his cheeks, tilting his face to
look at him.

“Hey shh, that’s exactly what boyfriends are for. I used to deal with people coming on to me like that all by myself, but now I got my Jungkookie looking out for me too. It’s such a great feeling. Don’t be sorry.”

Jungkook shook his head, “He’s right you know?”
“I’m a terrible boyfriend, I haven’t been taking you out on dates, I haven’t been holding your hands or hugging you, we haven’t kissed yet.”

“I already told you Jungkook, all that doesn’t matter to me, it’ll come with time, you said it yourself—“

“No it’s because I’m a coward.”
Taehyung froze now, Jungkook’s shoulders were shaking from his quiet sobs.

“Get up,” he whispered.
Jungkook slowly rose from his seat.
Taehyung walked up to him, until their bodies were flush together, he wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s lower back, resting his head on his
shoulder. “Okay, now talk.”

Jungkook wrapped his own arms around Taehyung’s waist, taking a deep breath, he immediately calmed down in the familiar embrace.

“I’m a coward because I keep thinking I’ll mess up something between us. I’ll make a mistake and you’ll leave me. And I
don’t want you to leave me. I—“

He paused to sniffle, and bury his nose in Taehyung’s hair,

“I think I love you, and after seeing my parent’s seemingly happy marriage dissolve into nothing, I’m just scared, that’s why I’ve been going painfully slow, but it hurts me not being
able to officially call you mine. Not being able to show you off, the way you deserve to be. I don’t know what lucky stars aligned to bring you to me, but I’m so thankful and I’m so happy but this hesitation—“

His words got cut off, by Taehyung breaking out of the embrace and
looking at him.

“Jungkookie, the burden of a perfect relationship is too heavy for us to bear. If there was a right or wrong way of doing things or the perfect recipe everyone on the planet would fall in love and stay in love, but there isn’t. We just have each other’s trust
and mutual understanding. There will no doubt be arguments, disagreements, and times where we can’t stand each other, but there will be more happy memories, genuine smiles, and moments of love, and those make everything bad bearable. We can’t just give up or not give things a try
because of fear. I love you, too, and I think that’s all we need to move forward.”

Jungkook nodded, he was so content and happy with Taehyung’s response. They would need patience and understanding, and it wouldn’t always be perfect, but looking at the incredible boy standing in
front of him right now, Jungkook knew it would be worth it. All of it.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, I was going to confess during our date but,” he started. Taehyung pulled him in for another hug, “This was perfect.”


They walked out of the cafe, hand in hand, as the first few
snowflakes of winter fell around them, Jungkook had decided to drop Taehyung off in front of his apartment before catching the bus.

“So are you free this Sunday? I might not have the perfect date planned, but I want it to be our first. I can’t wait anymore.” Jungkook said, shy.
Taehyung turned to face him, “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Okay, wear something comfort—“ his words were cut off by a soft pair of lips on his, Taehyung’s lips on his. But before he could take in the feeling, they were gone again.

“Sorry! I figured you deserved that after
tonight.” Taehyung laughed, but his own breath quickly hitched when he felt Jungkook’s lips slot with his this time. They kissed slowly, deliberately, each trying to memorize the taste and feel of each part of their lips. The way they fit together like puzzle pieces.

And under the clouded winter moon and the falling snow, it felt nothing short of magical. When their faces started to numb because of the cold, they broke away with shy laughs.

“Could get used to that,” Jungkook breathed out.

“See you Sunday.” Taehyung winked, waving goodbye.

It was Saturday night and Jungkook was pacing around his apartment. He’d picked up his phone to call Taehyung a few times, or even message him but he didn’t want to feel like a bother.

The truth was, he was nervous. More so than he’d ever been, this date and how well
tomorrow would go would set the precedent for how the rest of them would go. Okay, maybe he was overthinking a /little/.

As if he could sense the other’s worry, Taehyung called and Jungkook hurried to answer the phone, immediately melting after hearing the soothing voice of the

“Jungkookie, you aren’t asleep yet?” Taehyung joked, “I hope you’re not up worried about our date.”

Jungkook was glad Taehyung wasn’t there to see his light blush and nervous sweat.

“No, not all. Just finishing up...something. I’m excited for tomorrow.”

laughed on the other line.

“You’re so cute. I am too. Finally a date with someone I truly like. I hope you know I like lobster and caviar, if you’re renting a yacht, I want the VIP section, and I don’t even look twice at a bottle of champagne if it isn’t branded.”

panicked, “Wait...really?” He squeaked out.

“No, you idiot. In fact, I’d be mad if you planned anything remotely fancy or formal. Since I’ve met you, I’ve felt nothing but comfort, so we could go sit at a bus stop eating street food for all I care.”

Jungkook let out a sigh of

“Now can you please come open the door, the hallway is getting kind of cold.”

Jungkook all but sprinted towards the door, shocked to see the other standing there. He immediately jumped into his arms.

When they finally parted, Jungkook noticed the bags of ramen in
Taehyung’s hands, along with soda, and other snacks. He also had a bag slung over his shoulder. And more importantly he was wearing a cute plaid pajama set.

Jungkook scratched his head.

“I could sense your tense mood from miles away and I just /knew/ you’d be freaking out
about tomorrow. So I decided that tonight, right now, will be our first date. And it will be simply eating instant ramen that I prepare and watching some cheesy movie together. That way whatever you planned to do tomorrow, you won’t be pressured as much.”

Jungkook was at a loss
of words.

“Also since last time we tried this movie thing, I fell asleep, this time I came prepared.” He gestured towards his pajamas. “See?”

Jungkook’s eyes dampened, “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

Taehyung chuckled, “Shh, no crying allowed on the date.”

And so after they’d quickly eaten the bowls of ramen, Jungkook and Taehyung snuggled on the couch together to watch the movie and they stayed like that long after it ended.

Although now instead of sitting, Jungkook was lying down, with Taehyung on top of him, resting his chin
on the other’s chest, so they could look at each other.

“You’ve been so quiet, what are you thinking?”

Jungkook raised a hand to tuck loose strands of Taehyung’s hair behind his ear before answering.

“Just how you’re the calm to my storm. Every time I’ve been upset or anxious
about something, you’ve always been there as a source of comfort, without even realizing it.”

Taehyung hummed, holding on to Jungkook’s hand as it passed through his hair.

“The night I first met you, I had a terrible day and I was planning to quit. A photography project I’d
been working on, didn’t come out as planned, and I remember feeling empty. I was going to quit that night, in fact I was drafting my notice in my head, but for some reason as soon as I saw you, I felt a wave of peace wash over me. Like an unsaid ‘it’s going to be okay’ and I knew
it would be. And like today, I can’t keep any secrets from you, you knew how nervous I was and here we are on our perfect first date.”

Taehyung sniffled at the other’s heartfelt words.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispered, after dropping a quick kiss to the crown of Taehyung’s head, “You
said no crying on the date.”

Taehyung sat up now, still straddling Jungkook. He looked fidgety.

“Jungkookie, I have a confession too.”

Jungkook held on to both his hands, nodding for the other to continue.

“I hate coffee with a passion. I had never been to a cafe before I
came to yours and the only reason why I’d been ordering drinks each time was for a chance to talk to you and impress you, I’m sorry!”

He took his hands from Jungkook’s hold bringing them up to cover his face.

But he peeked through his fingers when the other stayed silent.

Jungkook sat up, holding on to Taehyung so he wouldn’t fall off him. If the other wasn’t so mortified, he would have noticed the slight smile dancing on Jungkook’s lips.

“Oh really? Man, that’s a real dealbreaker. You not liking coffee?” He let out a sigh, shaking his head.
“I really wanted to name my daughter Mocha and my son Espresso. I inhale coffee beans as a stimulant morning and night. This simply can’t be.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened, comically.

Then Jungkook couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore.

“I’m just kidding, baby. I’m not a huge fan
of it either. I mostly drink it out of habit and because it keeps me awake.”

Taehyung’s disbelief quickly turned to feigned anger as he started hitting the other’s chest.

“Don’t scare me like that. So you’re not mad I pretended all this time?”

Jungkook just winked at him.
“I actually found out a while ago. I first started getting suspicious when I saw you give most of your drinks away to other customers. I thought my recipes were just not good enough for you.”

Taehyung giggled.

“Then I noticed when you did ‘drink’ them you’d just lick the cream
on top. So then I decided to test it out, and added salt to one of your orders, and guess what? You had no clue, because you never drank it. You even told me it was delicious when I asked you later.”

Jungkook was still laughing at the memory.

“Why do you think I started to
offer you hot chocolate or teas instead?”

Taehyung gasped at the realization.

“And for what it’s worth, I think it was very sweet of you to even pretend, because it brought us here, didn’t it?”

Taehyung nodded, “Maybe coffee isn’t that bad, after all.” He said hugging him.
And later that night when they moved to the bed to fall asleep in each other’s arms, both agreed, that their first official date was as perfect as it could have been.

Because now they were each other’s, and any insecurities, nervousness, or fears they’d had were gone, leaving
behind just love and simple promises.

And the next day, when Jungkook brought Taehyung to his favorite flower field, and showed him how to work his camera (which the other refused to put down for hours), they felt their hearts swell.

And the weekend after, when Taehyung brought
Jungkook back to the arcade they’d gone to the first time, and Jungkook finally won the games he was upset about, their smiles were so bright, they rivaled the sun.

And when Jimin finally planned that double date which somehow ended up with them at a paint bar and laughing so
hard at Yoongi’s ‘masterpiece,’ their eyes shone with nothing but pure joy.

And as the months went on and melded into years, the gentle way they held hands, the soft smiles they’d share, the sweet kisses, and the comforting touches all stayed the same.

And one thing definitely
stayed the same, the butterflies they’d both occasionally get at the sight of each other, even though they’d long moved in together and shared much more. And when that did happen, it brought them back to that Tuesday evening when they’d first met, and it felt like falling in love
all over again.

Oh, also, despite many efforts and Jungkook’s many creative twists on the drink, Taehyung never came around to coffee. Although now he no longer associated it with bitterness, but rather sweetness and cozy memories they’d shared in that little cafe.

—5 years later—

As soon as Jungkook stepped out of the shower, he felt a pair of hands cover his eyes.

“Tae, baby, what is it? We’ll be late! Where did you go early this morning?”

Jungkook said as he stumbled to where Taehyung was leading him, unable to contain his giggles.
He felt a gentle push and the mattress beneath his thighs.

“I wanted to surprise you. I may have gotten my hair dyed for today.”

He removed his hands from Jungkook’s eyes and clasped them behind his back, rocking lightly as Jungkook eyed him from head to toe.


That was all he could muster as he took in the beauty in front of him. Not only had Taehyung dyed his hair a mint green, which looked exquisite, he was wearing a tailored black suit with matching mint tie.

Jungkook reached out and pulled him on to his lap.

“Ah you’re going to
get me wet.” Taehyung protested, but still complied, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s bare shoulders.

“You look stunning, babe. How did I get so lucky?” Jungkook’s gaze dropped to Taehyung’s lips, as he leaned in for a kiss.

Taehyung decided to indulge him, until he felt
the kisses move to his jaw and hands begin to roam his body.

“No, no, we’ll be late! And we’re the best men, we can’t be late!” Taehyung peeled himself away from Jungkook, who looked up with his swollen lips and heaving chest.

“Were you planning on giving me any time to react
to your stunning self? It’s not fair,” he whined.

“It wasn’t fair either when you showed me your surprise hip tattoo with our initials, but did I complain?” Taehyung teased. “Plus, we can continue this later?”

“Fine,” Jungkook grumbled, as he rolled off the bed and got ready.
A few hours later, as Jungkook stood by Yoongi at the alter, he noted the tears forming in his eyes as he kept his eyes trained down the aisle, where Jimin was being walked, by Taehyung.

He kept eye contact with Taehyung while the priest went through the wedding vows, and the
two cheered the loudest as their best friends were pronounced married. And at the reception, as the four sat in their familiar pattern, eating the delicious wedding cake, baked by Jungkook himself, they remembered when Jimin had introduced Yoongi as his boyfriend after having met
him only 12 hours prior.

“I guess sometimes you just know,” Yoongi said now, holding Jimin’s hand, sporting their new wedding bands.

“You two are next by the way,” he added, watching as Jungkook and Taehyung immediately blushed.

“No, babe, remember they like to take things
slow, maybe by the time we’re grandparents they’ll finally begin to /think/ about that next step.” Jimin responded laughing, earning a light kick under the table from Taehyung.

But Yoongi winked at Jungkook, because the other had already divulged his plans for an elaborate
proposal, one to make up for their first date, he’d been too nervous to initiate. And it would be perfect, after all, Jungkook did not like losing. Be it a trivial arcade game or a chance to impress the love of his life.

And looking at him now, as his face seemed to glow in the
warm sunlight that cascaded through the windows of the wedding hall, wrapped around each other for a slow dance, he felt the other’s steady heartbeat against his chest.

Jungkook was sure that if there was such a thing as a perfect love in the world, it belonged to them.
-the end
[a/n] 🥺 thank you all immensely for reading & interacting throughout this au. hope you enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed writing it.

it was originally meant to be short but then i decided to elaborate on all the emotions & feelings that come with meeting your first love💗
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