The scenes take place in POSITANO, a small yet elegant city in Europe.

A month before Christmas, the city lustre with luminous lights, from every street and alley comes a sweet aroma of baking, churning of brown sugar, flour, cocoa and caramel, melting of chocolate, the ingredient which sure guarantees taste i.e. butter, the sound of all ingredients hugging each other through Pastry brushes, sieves and spatulas and the gratified faces.

The aroma you call home or relate as good times when you move away from the city for that dream job.

Christmas is celebrated here with so much zeal. City hosts a Fair around the largest festival, attracting thousands of guests. Some even travel from far.

There are Concerts, Youth Livestock Entries, Amusement rides, food booths, commercial sales booths, dancing clowns, arcades, and many carnival games for kids.

Jimin has his own food booth in the fair called Jimin's finesse. His craft in cooking is impeccable. He is not the least bit afraid to push the boundaries when it comes to experimenting with ingredients and recipes and that has taken him places.

He has an alternate day set menu. He serves Vegan Ratatouille and Non vegan Stew pie in one day. The light, airy crust Capricciosa/pizza, Crepes, and Pretzels the day next to it. During the weekend he adds one Korean item to his menu.

"As a travel enthusiast and food aficionado, I always chronicled about my escapades, however as a profession it comes with its own baggage of challenges." Jimin was answering one of the customers who asked him the question which almost everyone asks i.e. where are you from and is it difficult to travel for this job.

"I know it must be tough, but you are doing an amazing job here. I came specially to taste your stew pie which my friend has tried this morning and she recommended it on her food blog. She has many followers. You should expect a huge crowd coming." The customer informs.

Jimin nervously smiles at him with his hands busy cooking and serving other customers. He hardly has time to chit chat but when customers try and start the conversation he is entitled to be at his best behavior for sake of business.

Not that he doesn't like to mingle but he always serves to the crowd so big, with or without any blogger's recommendation, that it prevails. It is difficult for him to even breathe freely in peak hours.

Little did Jimin know, there was someone whose eyes were on him since morning and no brownie points for guessing who the person was.

He observed the elegant man for hours and decided to approach him.

Somewhere someone is meant to be stand out. That's where true beauty is seen.

Past eleven at night, when the crowd abates, he walks toward the ethereal man, entirely flogged by his slender.

"Hi Jimin." He says.

As their eyes collide, Jimin slows down, his blinking was no rebel as it coordinated completely with his body, looking at an extremely handsome, neatly dressed, dark haired, tall, and fit young man. This man's glass skin was reflecting the light. His eyes shone from goodness. He wore an all-black outfit with black boots which complimented his flawless skin more.

Staring blankly at the handsome man Jimin waves at him. "Oh hello, welcome.

Oh Christ! What you did,
Where has he been hid?

"What would you like to have?" He asks looking through his captivating eyes, composing himself in process with a bright smile he had on.

"I am in a mood of Ratatouille." The man replies with an engaging smile not leaving his lips. "But I can't finish it on my own. I would like some company." He continues, completely swooped by the arrow of Jimin's gaze.

Jimin looks around. "Are you not with someone?" he asks.

"No. I have no one." The tall man replies looking straight into Jimin's eyes. His gaze is so engaging that a person can only see him and forget the world around him entirely.

Jimin's eyes follow the dark-haired man again. He could not believe he was blushing profusely with a beautiful shade of pink.

"Eat with me." The tall man says taking a step forward.

Jimin picks up his handkerchief and dabs at his face passionately to remove the sweat building on his forehead from the heat inside and outside. He could not deny the man for some reason.

He serves Ratatouille in a salver and puts two sets of cutlery along with it. He then walks to the front from behind the booth and looks at the man from close proximity.

His heart starts to beat fast looking at the unconventional beauty in front of him but he composes himself. He then points at the cutlery asking the tall man to pick up and have the first bite but the gentleman standing in front of him says "After you."

Jimin smiles vaguely at the indication and picks up knife and fork in his hands as he cuts through the layer and takes a bite size in his mouth. He starts chewing lovingly on the food as his lips make pout and then press against each other

The dark-haired man gazes fondly at his lips as he imprints them on his features. Jimin hums again and signs at the man with furrowed brows and full mouth, asking him to eat.

The man begins to eat as he takes a bite, Jimin looks at him anxiously to get feedback which he was accustomed to.

The man savors the food slowly and his smile widens as he observes, from his peripheral vision, a Jimin, looking at him as a curious kid.

"How is it?" Jimin asks when the other man takes too long to say anything.

He looks at Jimin with utmost adorableness and replies. "I have never tasted anything this good in my life."

Jimin starts to process the words of praise while smiling mindlessly and spills half a tavern of water on the tall man's left leg through his thigh.

"Oh Fudge! I am sorry." He panics. "I am so sorry. Let me help you." He says as he turns around and picks tissues, starting to press and stroke them against dark-haired man's thigh.

The other man was now blushing too but he does not show it. Hesitantly, he tries to grab tissues from Jimin but ends up catching his hands instead. They both halt for a jiffy as their eyes meet. They become so vulnerable, not willing to let go of each other.

Jimin's heart turns to puddle on the warm touch against the man's soft skin. The tall man shudders lightly as he feels a spark in his heart on the touch. His pupils dilate and heartbeat intensifies. He feels butterflies raising from the pit of his stomach and flapping around slow dancing.

Jimin moves away first, hindering the trance they were in. He strides back behind the booth. Now, he could not look at the man anymore.

The man notices the invisible awkward tension. To nullify he says whatever comes to his mind randomly. "What is this painting? I am sorry, I am not much of an artist. Forgive my one-dimensional thinking."

Jimin looks at the man and trails his sight where taller's eyes were darted behind his booth, a painting was hung.

"This is Tjalf Sparnaay's masterpiece painting of a fried egg. It is a classic example of what art experts nowadays categorize as 'hyperrealism.' I am not much into art myself but I love this painting! Mostly because I love everything about food." 

"The way this Dutch artiste has detailed out the fried egg is truly fascinating. This defines what I consider a perfect egg. Notice the crisped edges, perfectly cooked yolk, velvety egg white, and how it all comes together with no hint of what seasoning was used." Jimin speaks passionately.

Jungkook stares lovingly at talking Jimin, eyes fixed on his face, and says, "impeccable, indeed! A perfection."

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So here was the first chapter for you lovelies! Hope you liked it. Things are going to turn interesting.

What do you like most about Christmas? Since it is a story about Christmas, I feel the need to know.

Who do you think is younger in this story?

Next update tomorrow, as promised!