Fatescript

"Soft Persuasions"

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The quiet hum of the restaurant settled around them, softened further by the privacy of the secluded room they’d requested. Plates were neatly arranged on the table, steam still curling upward from the dishes, carrying the rich aroma of spices. Both had fallen into an easy rhythm of eating, the earlier tension tucked away beneath the comfort of shared silence.

Jisoo glanced up briefly, chopsticks pausing mid-air as she chewed. Once she swallowed, her tone was casual, curious, almost testing. “So… how’s it?”

Taehyung set his utensils down for a moment, leaning back slightly before reaching for another bite. “It tastes good,” he replied with quiet assurance, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His words were simple, but his eyes betrayed warmth, the kind reserved only for her.

Before Jisoo could respond, she noticed his hand move again. He picked up his chopsticks, gathered a generous bite from the dish in front of him, and without a word, lifted it toward her. The movement was natural, fluid, as though he’d done it countless times before. The bite hovered in the space between them, his hand steady, his gaze fixed on her with a playful softness.

Jisoo blinked, startled by the sudden gesture, her own chopsticks lowering slightly back onto her plate. Her eyes lifted to meet his, confusion flickering in her expression. “What?” she asked, her voice carrying a hint of surprise, as if she wasn’t sure she heard him right.

Taehyung didn’t answer with words. Instead, he raised his brows meaningfully, tilting his head toward the bite he was offering. The silent command was clear, his expression calm yet teasing. His lips curved faintly as if to say, don’t overthink it.

Her lips parted slightly, and for a beat, she hesitated, her gaze bouncing between his eyes and the waiting chopsticks. Finally, with a small exhale, she leaned forward. The quiet scrape of her chair against the floor was barely noticeable as she closed the short distance.

Jisoo opened her mouth slowly, taking the bite he offered. The warmth of the food met her tongue, but it was the heat of his gaze that made her pulse quicken. She chewed carefully, eyes still fixed on him, as though the simple act of accepting food had shifted the air between them.

Taehyung watched her with satisfaction, the faintest glimmer of triumph flickering in his eyes before he lowered his hand back to his own plate. He didn’t speak immediately, allowing the moment to hang between them, savoring the intimacy wrapped in such an ordinary gesture.

Jisoo finally swallowed, her cheeks carrying the faintest tint of warmth. She returned her attention to her plate, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her with a small, reluctant smile. Taehyung noticed, and the quiet pride that stirred within him was impossible to hide.

Taehyung had just leaned back in his chair, content with the quiet victory of watching her eat from his chopsticks, when mischief flickered in his eyes. Looking directly at her, he asked in a playful tone, “Where’s my bite?”

Jisoo’s head shot up, her lips parting in disbelief. Then, with dramatic flair, she quickly pulled her plate closer and wrapped her arms around it like a shield. “Get your own,” she declared, glaring at him with mock seriousness.

Taehyung’s jaw dropped, his expression so shocked it could’ve belonged to someone who’d just witnessed betrayal. “What?!” His voice carried a mix of outrage and incredulity. He leaned forward, eyes wide. “But… you ate my food!”

Her chopsticks clinked softly against the edge of her plate as she tightened her arms around it. “You fed it to me willingly,” Jisoo shot back, her tone smug, a satisfied smirk playing at her lips.