The late afternoon sun bathed the streets of the small South Korean town in a golden glow, casting long shadows on the cobblestone paths. Jeon Jungkook, a renowned French artist, walked leisurely through the unfamiliar streets, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black trench coat. His sharp features, chiselled jaw, piercing eyes, and perfectly sculpted physique turned heads wherever he went, but he paid no attention to the lingering gazes. Jungkook's fame preceded him, but here, in this quaint town far from Paris, no one seemed to recognize him, and he found that oddly comforting.

The journey to South Korea had been a spontaneous decision, an escape from the suffocating demands of fame. Exhibitions, critics, interviews, it had all become too much. Jungkook sought solace, hoping to find inspiration in the quiet corners of a foreign land.

As he wandered the streets, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, pulling him from his thoughts. His gaze landed on a small café tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. The sign above the door read Blossom Brew, its delicate lettering framed by climbing ivy. The place exuded warmth, with its wooden façade, potted plants lining the entrance, and large glass windows that allowed glimpses of the cozy interior.

Intrigued, Jungkook pushed open the door, the soft chime of a bell announcing his arrival.

Inside, the café was even more charming. The walls were painted in muted earth tones, adorned with shelves of books and small potted succulents. The soft hum of a mellow jazz tune filled the air, blending seamlessly with the gentle clinking of cups and the low murmur of conversation. A handful of customers occupied the tables, each immersed in their own little worlds.

Jungkook's sharp eyes scanned the room, but they froze the moment they landed on the man behind the counter.

Kim Taehyung.

The young barista stood with his back partially turned, carefully pouring steamed milk into a mug. His movements were fluid, almost artistic, as if he were painting with liquid. Taehyung's features were soft and ethereal, his doe-like eyes framed by long lashes, a button nose, and plush lips that seemed to hold a perpetual pout. His wavy, chestnut-brown hair fell gently across his forehead, and the sunlight streaming through the windows gave him an almost angelic glow.

Jungkook found himself rooted to the spot, captivated. It wasn't just Taehyung's appearance that drew him in, it was the air of innocence and warmth that surrounded him, a stark contrast to the cold detachment Jungkook was used to in his world.

"Welcome to Blossom Brew!" Taehyung's voice broke through Jungkook's trance.

Jungkook blinked, realizing that Taehyung was now looking directly at him, his soft smile lighting up his face. The warmth in his tone was genuine, not the rehearsed politeness Jungkook often encountered in service workers.

For a moment, Jungkook forgot how to speak. His usual composed demeanor faltered under Taehyung's gaze, and he cleared his throat, taking a step closer to the counter.

"Thank you," he murmured, his deep voice unintentionally coming out more intimidating than intended.

Taehyung didn't seem fazed. "Is it your first time here?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

Jungkook nodded. "I just arrived in town."

"Well, welcome! I'm Kim Taehyung and owner of this little café."

"I'm Jeon Jungkook"

"Our coffee is known to be the best around," Taehyung said proudly. "Would you like a recommendation?"

Jungkook hesitated. He wasn't particularly fond of coffee, but something about Taehyung's eager expression made him want to indulge him. "Sure," he replied curtly.

Taehyung's smile widened. "How about our signature caramel macchiato? It's sweet, but not overpowering."

"Sounds good."

As Taehyung turned to prepare the drink, Jungkook took the opportunity to observe him more closely. The way Taehyung moved, graceful yet unhurried, reminded Jungkook of a dancer. There was an unspoken elegance in every gesture, from the way he reached for the coffee beans to the way he carefully arranged the cup on the counter.

"Here you go," Taehyung said, placing the steaming cup in front of Jungkook. "One caramel macchiato."

Jungkook reached for his wallet, but Taehyung waved a hand dismissively. "It's on the house, as a welcome gift."

Jungkook arched a brow. "You don't even know me."

Taehyung shrugged, his smile never faltering. "Everyone's a friend here."

Something in Taehyung's words struck a chord in Jungkook. He was used to people wanting something from him, money, connections, fame, but here was someone offering kindness without expecting anything in return. It was...refreshing.

"Thank you," Jungkook said, his tone softer this time. He took the cup and chose a seat by the window, where he could discreetly continue observing the charming young man.

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For the next hour, Jungkook sat in the café, sipping his macchiato and sketching in a small notebook he always carried with him. His fingers moved instinctively, capturing the scene before him, the cozy ambiance, the sunlight streaming through the windows, and most importantly, Taehyung.

Jungkook didn't realize how much time had passed until the café began to empty, leaving only a few customers scattered around. Taehyung was now wiping down tables, humming softly to himself. Jungkook found the sound oddly soothing, like a lullaby.

As Taehyung approached Jungkook's table to clean the adjacent one, he glanced at the notebook in Jungkook's hands. "Are you an artist?" he asked curiously.

Jungkook's hand froze mid-sketch. "Something like that," he replied vaguely, closing the notebook before Taehyung could get a closer look.

Taehyung chuckled. "You're pretty secretive, huh?"

Jungkook met his gaze, surprised by the playful tone in Taehyung's voice. Most people would have been intimidated by his cold demeanor, but Taehyung seemed unfazed, even amused.

"Maybe," Jungkook said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Well, I won't pry," Taehyung said with a shrug. "But if you ever feel like sharing your art, I'd love to see it."

Jungkook didn't respond, but something about Taehyung's words lingered. For the first time in a long while, Jungkook felt a spark of inspiration, something he thought he had lost amidst the pressures of his career.

As the sun began to set, Jungkook rose from his seat and made his way to the counter. "Thank you for the coffee," he said, sliding a generous tip across the counter despite Taehyung's earlier refusal to charge him.

Taehyung's eyes widened. "Oh, you don't have to--"

"Keep it," Jungkook interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind.

Taehyung hesitated before nodding. "Thank you. I hope you'll come back again."

Jungkook didn't reply, but as he stepped out of the café and into the cool evening air, he knew he would. There was something about Blossom Brew, or rather, its angelic barista, that he couldn't seem to walk away from.

And for the first time in months, Jeon Jungkook felt a stirring in his chest that he couldn't quite name.

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