As soon as the dinger started buzzing, Jungkook hurriedly got up to retrieve the orders he had insisted on paying while Taehyung watched, slightly amused. Unbeknownst to him, his eyes roamed over the toned silhouette, the sight fairly pleasant as Taehyung realized he rarely saw Jungkook wearing anything but comfortable fitness gear. Fitted black jeans complimented the other's sculpted physique nicely, and the hoodie was just loose enough around the collar for him to notice the muscular shoulders.

Taehyung had had opportunities to observe Jungkook and the attractiveness of the young yoga instructor did not evade him. Far from it actually. There were so many things about Jungkook that pleased his senses and he had the hardest time figuring out what he liked best about him. He was a sucker for Jungkook's smile, the way his eyes crinkled and sparkled as his nose scrunched up in the most endearing manner. But when it came to body appreciation, Taehyung was unable to reconcile the fact that such masculinity could coexist with what were surely unhealthy amounts of cutesiness.

"Taehyung? What are you staring at?" Jungkook asked as he placed a tray with two mugs of hot Cherry Blossom Latte on top of their table.

Taehyung had been caught red-handed but he was not about to admit it. He dismissed the insinuation and attempted to hide his embarrassment with a timid shrug. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was just — thinking."

Was Taehyung giving him an opening and was Jungkook supposed to make the most of it? He was about to find it out. "Tell me, what's on your mind?"

"Work. Boring stuff."

"Try me."

"Nah. I don't want to ruin the mood."

Okay. So not an opening. Jungkook refrained from pressing the matter any further, though he did deem it a little suspicious, the way Taehyung always seemed reluctant to discuss his job. But in typical Jungkook fashion, the yoga instructor figured satisfying his curiosity was not worth forcing Taehyung into spilling information he obviously did not feel like sharing. "Okay," he simply said, resigned.

Taehyung must have picked up on the slight despondency in Jungkook's tone and promptly offered an explanation to his secretiveness. "The contract I signed with my current employer includes a confidentiality clause."

"Oh so you're a spy!" Jungkook joked, overacting his enthralment.

Taehyung smiled. "Ask me again three months from now," was the only clue he was apparently willing to give at the moment.

"Fine. Three months. My patience will be tried but if I get to know you a little better then, it will have been worth it."

Taehyung did not want to wait three months, nor did he enjoy putting Jungkook through such a long wait. But he could not risk everything, after having worked so hard to get to where he presently was, which was to say he was this close to reaching his lifelong goal.

He was saved the trouble of finding another topic of discussion by one of the coffee shop staff who placed a large slice of strawberry tart between them along with two dessert forks. "What is this for?"

"I'm just very grateful for your help today. I don't think I would have known what to buy for Fifi without you." Jungkook's smile was a little shy but unmistakeably sincere.

"You don't have to thank me. I enjoyed shopping." With you.

"So did I."

As if on cue, they both picked up their fork to cut a piece of the pie. Taehyung was quick to put a spoonful of whipped cream covered strawberries in his mouth and at that precise moment, Jungkook nearly choked to death. The other hadn't realized he had let out the most sinful moan until he noticed Jungkook's dropping jaw. "Shorry," he uttered, mouth still full. Pointing at the dessert, he added, "my favourite."

Jungkook's chuckle did little to dissipate his untimely arousal. "I-I'm glad you like it."

He fumbled with his fork before jabbing it clumsily into one of the juicy fruits and putting it in his very dry mouth. It was good but it certainly did not call for the orgasmic exuberance Taehyung had displayed just now. Speaking of which, why was Taehyung starring again? And at his lips, of all things? "Do I have something on my face?" he asked, self-conscious.

"You do actually, right here." Pointing as his own mouth, Taehyung showed him where the cream had stuck.

Jungkook picked up a napkin and pressed it against the left side of his chin.

"Not here. Here." And as Taehyung wiped the cream off of the other's cheek, Jungkook had an aha moment. It was now clear that Taehyung did not mind physical contact as long as he was the one initiating it.

"Thanks," he said, smiling at both Tae's gesture and his newly acquired knowledge about the boy who was happily munching on another bite of pie, blissfully oblivious to his oh so charming ways.

Taehyung, incidentally, also had a light bulb moment. Even if he couldn't discuss his present situation with Jungkook, he figured his instructor was under no such confidential oath and now was as good a time as ever to learn more about him. "Tell me, Jungkook, how did you choose to teach yoga?"

Jungkook was happy to oblige Taehyung's curiosity. "Long story short: I got into a motorcycle accident a few years ago. Physical therapy helped me recover but did little for the lingering back pains. I complained about it to my doctor who suggested I give yoga a try. It really worked wonders, and I decided to keep practising. I eventually took a training course to become a certified teacher because, why not? I enjoy it, so I thought, might as well make the most of it."

This time, it was Taehyung's turn to drop his jaw. "You were in a motorcycle accident?"

"Yeah. And I wasn't even the one riding it."

"What? Who was it then?"

Jungkook winced at the painful memory. "My boyfriend." His face tensed when he added "that reckless prick."

Taehyung wasn't sure who that statement was meant for and opted not to comment on it. "So you were — a-are you still — ." What was he even trying to ask?

Jungkook instantly softened at the boy's cute stammering. "No, and no," he gracefully answered the unspoken questions.

The young man in front of him simply blinked in confusion. "So — you're not — "

"I'm single, if that's what you're asking."

The flushed cheeks were practically speaking for themselves. "I'm not sure what I was asking actually."

"And I don't have a motorcycle. The thrill of speed is not worth the risk. Take my word for it."

"Well, I'm glad."

"How so?"

"If you were to injure yourself again, one way or another, I don't think I'd be able to find a yoga teacher as — agreeable as you, Jungkook."

Agreeable.

What did that even mean?!

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