[TaeKook Fanfic ?]
Jeon Jungkook is just a baby when he first met Kim Taehyung, his kind and a gentle babysitter.
As the years passed, his small crush slowly grew into something deeper.
This is SOFT, SWEET, SLOW love story about growing up, findi...
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|Author's Pov|
Few Days Later...
The soft chiming of the restaurant door bell echoed through the cozy space as Jungkook stepped in, his polished shoes clicking softly against the wooden floor.
His bambi eyes wandered slowly around the warm-toned walls, the indoor plants by the windows, the low hum of calm music filling the air, it all felt so... Taehyung.
A soft smile crept onto his lips. Of course it would feel like him... Tae, everything he touches becomes this gentle.
He was still looking around, taking in every detail, when a nervous but polite worker approached him.
"Good afternoon, sir! Do you have a reservation or would you like a table for..."
"Two," Jungkook interrupted with a charming grin. "Table for two. And send your owner to accompany me... or maybe as a date," he added, voice deep, mischievous tone of his.
The worker blinked, confused. "Pardon, sir?"
Jungkook leaned forward slightly, resting his hand on the menu stand, tilting his head playfully.
"You heard me, right. Or should... I complain to your owner that his staff is ignoring a guest?"
The poor boy gasped, sweating nervously. "N-No! Please, right this way, sir," he stuttered and quickly led him toward one of the corner tables near the window.
Jungkook settled down, glancing through the menu with a small smirk, clearly enjoying himself.
"Thank you! Now go," he added, flipping a page, "and tell your boss someone important is waiting."
The worker bowed and rushed back inside, heart pounding, muttering to himself, "Oh God, oh no... What did I do wrong? What will happen to me now?"
Meanwhile, behind the kitchen counter, Taehyung had just finished arranging plates when the flustered staff boy appeared.
"H-Hyung, there's a guest asking for you," he stammered, "he said... it's urgent... a table for two... said something about a date...?"
Taehyung blinked. "A date?"
The boy nodded fearfully. "He said he might complain if I didn't bring you to him."
Taehyung sighed, putting down the towel. "Who exactly is threatening my poor staff with complaints and dates?"
The boy bit his lip. "He's... he's kind of handsome. Bambi eyes. A smirk. Tattoos. Powerfull. I'm scared."
