"𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,"
[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫]
as november dawn broke over the city of seoul, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, jungkook stepped into the café, greeted by the familiar scent of freshly ground coffee beans and the gentle hum of early morning chatter.
the warm glow of the overhead lights cast soft shadows across the rustic wooden tables and chairs, creating a cozy atmosphere that invited customers to linger a little longer over their morning brew. the soft music that hummed theought added to the ambience, liftting his mood even more.
and with a smile that seemed to light up the room, Jungkook moved behind the counter, his every movement graceful and deliberate. the clinking of porcelain cups and the gentle hiss of steam from the espresso machine filled the air, blending seamlessly with the soft melody playing in the background.
each cup of coffee that jungkook prepared that morning was a work of art in itself, his hands moving with practiced ease as he expertly poured and frothed milk, creating intricate patterns on the surface of each latte with a flick of his wrist.
his smile was infectious, spreading warmth and cheer to everyone who crossed his path.
despite the early hour, the café was already bustling with activity, the sound of laughter and conversation mingling with the aroma of freshly baked pastries and the rich, earthy scent of brewing coffee. customers, new and old, lined up at the counter, their faces brightening at the sight of the brunette's welcoming smile.
namjoon leaned against the counter, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he watched the younger man expertly craft another latte, his movements fluid and precise. "so, jungkook-ah," he began, his voice laced with playful curiosity, "feeling particularly inspired this morning by any chance?"
jungkook chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly as he glanced over at his hyung, his smile bright and genuine. "what makes you say that, hyung?" he replied, a hint of innocence in his tone. "can't i just enjoy the morning rush?"
namjoon raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "oh, i don't know," he teased, nudging the boy playfully with his elbow. "maybe it's the way you're practically glowing today. or perhaps it's the spring in your step. or maybe," he added with a grin, "it has something to do with a certain artist we both know?"
jungkook cheeks grew warmer at the older man's playful insinuation, but he couldn't suppress the grin that spread across his face. "okay, maybe you caught me," he admitted, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "but can you blame me? i-i told him how i feel and we're doing good."
namjoon chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "ah, young love," he mused, his tone fond as he remembered his own early stages with seokjin. "well, just remember to save some of that energy for the customers, okay? we can't have you getting lost in your own little world behind the counter."
junggkook grinned, nodding in agreement. "don't worry, hyung," he reassured the older with a grin. "i'll make sure to keep my head in the game. but a little inspiration can never hurt anyone, right?"
a savory aroma of freshly baked pastries filled the air as seokjin emerged from the bustling kitchen. the older man smiled, and he couldn't help but notice the playful banter between his husband and jungkook.
his lips curled into a gentle smile, a silent observer of the camaraderie that filled the cozy cafe.
and with a knowing twinkle in his eye, jin intervened with a teasing yet affectionate tone. "alright, enough teasing," he chided in a melodious voice, his gaze flickering between namjoon and jungkook. "leave the poor boy alone, joon-ah."
namjoon raised his hands in mock surrender, a mischievous grin dancing on his lips as he looked at hus husband. "okay, okay, i'll behave," he conceded, shooting the youngest an grin before turning his attention back to seokjin. "what do you need me to do, my love?"
jin's gaze swept over the cafe, taking in the sight of tables cluttered with empty cups and plates. "why don't you go lend jimin a hand with clearing the tables?" he suggested, gesturing towards the occupied seating area. "i'll take over here with kook."
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it was late afternoon, and the cafe was quietening down.
as the late sunlight filtered through the windows of the cafe, casting a warm glow over the cozy interior, taehyung stepped inside, his presence accompanied by the faint scent of paint and the chime of the bell.
his demeanour was relaxed yet focused, a subtle air of artistic inspiration surrounding him like a comforting aura as he made his way to the counter, a smile gracing his lips when he saw jungkook, the younger man's back turned as he made a coffee.
the artist's attire was casual yet stylish that day.
he wore a well-worn denim jacket, the fabric adorned with splatters of colorful paint that spoke of his recent creative endeavours, and a pair of slacks. beneath the jacket, he sported a simple white t-shirt, its pristine surface providing a stark contrast to the artistic chaos that adorned his outerwear.
his hands, long and slender, adorned with smudges of paint in various hues, and a smudge of charcoal dust adorned his jawline, a testament jto his dedication to his craft and the intensity with which he approached his work.
despite the traces of paint and charchol that adorned his appearance, taehyung's expression was one of quiet contentment, his features softened by a gentle smile as he gazed at the brunette. there was a sense of serenity about him, a quiet confidence that spoke of a man who was at peace with himself and his surroundings.
jungkook, seeing someone approach in his peripheral vision, turning around and suddenly smiled widely. "h-hey, hyung."
"how's your day been, jungkook-ah?"
"i've been busy all shift." jungkook's gaze was drawn to the subtle marks of the artist's creative endeavors, his eyes tracing the delicate smudges of paint adorning the artist's hands.
his attention then shifted to the faint smudge of charcoal gracing the man's jawline, a subtle reminder of the artist's immersion in his craft. it was a striking contrast against the canvas of his skin, a testament to the depth of his creative process.
"have you been painting again?" jungkook's voice was soft, fond, tinged with curiosity and admiration. he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the older man's artistic talents, his admiration was evident in the gentle lilt of his words. "you're all messy."
"am i?" the artist smiled softly, his eyes warm as. "i didn't realise."
"let me help." jungkook giggled softly and reached for a nearby rag, his movements deliberate as he leaned over the counter to carefully wipe away the charcoal smudge from the artist's jaw. each motion was filled with a quiet reverence, a silent acknowledgment of the beauty and complexity of taehyung's artistry.
"all clean." as he finished cleaning taehyung's face, jungkook offered him a small, reassuring smile, the warmth of his gaze reflecting the flickering flames of a comforting hearth. it was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes about the depth of their connection and the unspoken bond that existed between them.
taehyung's heart stuttered when jungkook's soft touch garzed his skin, when those beautiful doe eyes focused on wiping away the dark smeer from his jaw.
"yah, take the man's order already." seokjin scolded, watching the interaction with a scrunched nose. "stop flirting."
jungkook's eyes widen, and taehyung's cheeks tinted a soft rose.the younger cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "what can I get for you, hyung?"
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I'm trying go think of a good plot for my the book i will write after this one... would anyone be into an ateez fic? seonghwa x hongjoong? 👀
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