"I'm still not totally sure
I know what's true about me."
— Kenneth Logan

Taehyung POV

It's not that I hate stories. Everyone loves a good story. It's the concept of wanting to sit in silence and just read for hours that I just can't grasp. There's a reason why so many books have dust all over them.

But what really caught my attention about Jimin's friend, was that he does not look like someone you'd find sitting in a small bookstore cafe on a Friday afternoon. I called him thick thighs for a reason.

This boy was wearing black ripped skinny jeans that looked like they were run over by a lawn mower and a plain white t-shirt that had some words scribbled over the breast pocket in red marker. His black combat boots matched whatever dark, intimidating look he was going for along with the bracelets around his right wrists. I didn't need to see to know that this kid hit the gym. The ripple of his back muscles when he stood and collected his things and the curve of his thighs through the rips was enough.

"I think that went well." Jimin smiled, going to sit back down on his chair, but I stopped him. "Can we go sit near the front? Maybe by a window so we can actually see?" I asked.

He nodded and we found an empty table by the front that's seated two. The smell of coffee was stronger up here and I grimaced, sipping my water bottle before screwing the lid shut. "Jungkook, is he coming tonight?"

Jimin nodded and picked up the small menu, scanning the contents with mild interest, "That's the plan." he mumbled. The boy set down the menu once nothing seemed to catch his eye, settling with just his coffee.

"I didn't mean to come off as rude."

"I know." Jimin said. "Jungkook's a cool dude, once you get to know him."

I nodded, although not sure why. It's not like I can agree that he's a cool dude. I wouldn't know that, and judging by how our first impressions went, I doubt I'll ever get to. And as if the situation could get any better, Jimin had to open his mouth and ask a damn question. "So how's your girl?"

It was unintentional, but my eyes narrowed a bit and I shook my head forcing a casual chuckle that sounded more like a cough.
"You know she's not my girl, we fucked once and that's it."

"Not as good as you hoped?" Jimin said and I simply shook my head at how ridiculous he was being and he knew it.

"Jimin—"

"I can hook you up." he pushed.

"Jimin, we definitely have different types."

"Don't even try that, I've seen your search history."

It was a bad time to take a sip of water and I found myself inhaling it instead of swallowing. "Jimin!" I coughed, tears collecting in my eyes as I fell into a fit of choked coughs. "Shut up." He held his hands up in mock surrender as I glared at him for pushing the topic. My stomach was doing somersaults and I snuck a glance at the people around us hoping no one heard. Then I remember we were in this damn bookstore and only two other people were actually here and the worker was dozing off.

Jimin shrugged and sipped his coffee, "I'm just saying, embrace it my friend." He picked up the menu again and gasped at some random item, knowing very much the topic was over and he wasn't going to go any further for sake of being a decent human being. That's why I still tolerate Jimin. He knows exactly how far to cut into the matter and stops before it's too much. "I'm buying a bunch of those let me tell you." he gushed standing up and walking back to the counter, lips moving a mile a minute before getting a small take-home box consisting of who knows what.

Before he could sit and get comfortable I stood up, brushing my hands on the sides of my coat and making sure to grab my water, "We should head home, I need to shower and everything before we go out anyways." my words made Jimin pout and he held the pink box to his chest, "Everybody is just ditching me today, what gives."

I rolled my eyes and laughed softly, "Literally everyone is going out tonight just because you asked nicely."

That made him grin and his eyes disappeared instantly, "You're right." he paused as he started to walk to the entrance, "Wear some tights pants tonight, guys love that." the short boy wiggles his eyebrows and smacked my ass, or at least I'm hoping I imagined that.

But with the wild laugh that explodes from his chest I know he actually did it and felt no regrets. "Jimin!" I harshly whispered, shoving the door to the bookstore open and getting hit in the face with cold air. "If you pull anything tonight I swear I won't speak to you again." I know he only meant good but the words still left through gritted teeth.

"Okay, okay." he sighed, lips turned down in a small frown, "I'm sorry."

All his features being taken over by defeat made my heart clench, a sad Jimin was not one that should ever exist. "No, I'm sorry."

"I just want you to be happy, you know?" there was only sincerity in his eyes as they blinked up at me and I believed every word. "We'd all still love you, obviously, I mean look at me." he let out a light laugh to brighten the mood a bit as we stood outside the small store in the cold air.

The air was cold, but the despair and conflict creeping into my chest was colder, like icy tentacles winding around my heart in a death like grip. I felt like choking, but I managed a smile. "I'll see you tonight, Jimin."

With that we headed down separate directions of the sidewalk, his worn down sneakers carrying him to his car that unlocked with a few beeps, while my boots took my further away towards my apartment. I walked to the bookstore because it was only about a ten minute walk and with my coat the cold breeze was bearable. What wasn't good to wear in this weather was a plain white t-shirt.

That's exactly what came to mind when I saw a semi-familiar head with fluffy black hair. Those headphones were still in his ears as he sat at the bench waiting for the bus, fingers tapping his thigh to the beat of whatever he was listening to.

It was an awkward situation I found myself in. Standing there like a weirdo in the middle of the sidewalk as I felt myself unable to continue walking. It felt wrong to just keep moving along past Jungkook especially since I noticed him, I felt obligated to say hello or something.

Five minutes was all it took to hype myself up and go sit on the bench next to him, besides, if it goes terribly wrong I could always jump in front of the bus as it approaches.

Almost immediately he turned his head the slightest and pulled out one headphone. I noticed the multiple piercing along his ear as he did this and looked away to meet those dark eyes. "Hey."

"Taehyung." was all he said. By the slight tilt of his head and twitch of his lips I knew he was curious as to why I was sitting there and he had something to say, but held it back instead. I wonder how many times he wishes to speak but always silences himself.

I cleared my throat, mind reeling for anything to say that will make his less awkward, "Are you waiting for the bus?" Nice one Taehyung.

Jungkook laughed and shook his head, "Not at all, I just like to sit here and count all the white cars that drive past." the sarcasm was dripping from each word, "I'm at eighteen so far."

"I bet there's more red cars."

"Think so?" he rose an eyebrow and tucked his phone into his pocket as he stood, "Then you should sit here for the rest of the day and tell me how that goes."

"Alright," I said while standing up. We were the same height apparently, and I could see the mild surprise in his eyes as I agreed but he quickly covered it with nothing, "Give me your number, Jungkook." my lips twitched up into a subtle smirk as the words left to hang in the air between us.

"What-" he sputtered, clearly thrown off guard and not being able to toss back a sarcastic or smart ass remark.

"You wanted me to let you know, I must have a way to contact you don't you think?" I questioned with a tilt of my head, eyes never leaving his while he tried to look anywhere but at me. It was amusing to see this stubborn boy getting all flustered in mere seconds, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.

His jaw clenched slightly, "I was joking."

"I wasn't."

Jungkook finally managed to look at me directly. His eyes were a storm, a perfect blend of conflicting emotions all mixed into a light shade of brown.

People often speak of the color of eyes, as if that were of importance. Right now I was realizing his would be beautiful in any shade. In them there was an intensity and a gentleness as they looked around blinking brightly. Jungkook has that kind of face that must stop people in their tracks. Those eyes framed with soft eyelashes touched by the tips of his black bangs hanging messily over his forehead, all followed by the gentle slope of his nose reaching pink lips that looked like he bit them too much. And his skin, that seemed to glow a soft honey color, almost golden.

He must get used to that, stopping people in their tracks, if he ever looked up and stopped walking with his head down or blocking out the world with those damn headphones he might notice the effect he has on those around him with just a simple look. If there's one thing I knew for sure, it's that Jungkook certainly caught my interest.

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