SHOOT YOUR SHOT ;; TAEKOOK

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A very charming French man with a heavy accent and exquisite manners escorted them to their table.

Taehyung couldn't remember his name, but he believed it started with a K.

It was difficult to understand because Jungkook and the man were both speaking in exotic French accents, neither of which sounded out of place.

He thought wryly, "Of course he can speak French."

Taehyung couldn't help but wonder if Jungkook was capable of not doing anything.

Jungkook was accomplished, affluent, and the owner of a multibillion-dollar corporation.

And there sat Taehyung, Kim 'who could recite shakespeare and cook a half decent sandwich' Taehyung.

Being seated next to him made him feel embarrassed.

Rather than dining inside the Greyfield restaurant, they were given a table right outside on the decking and directly over the water. The vista was breathtaking, and he soaked it in as much as he could.

Taehyung had never experienced anything like this before, and it had taken his breath away. The mountains stood huge and unchanging in the distance, while St. Andrews Sound lay just in front of them.

They were the only diners down to eat. Taehyung tried not to think about it too much because it reminded him of Jeon Jungkook's seeming might.

Everything on the menu appeared to be delectable. Taehyung's mouth was watering, and he had to keep a close eye on the area to ensure that no drool had escaped. That would not be acceptable. Not in the least.

With a gracious bow of the head, their French server excused himself –jeez– and it was just them two. Taehyung sensed Jungkook's gaze on him so he focused his owns on the menu.

From what he could understand, all of the options sounded delicious. That was the type of menu. Pompous.

If a cheeseburger was available, it would have been described as 'sage infused filleted beef, with a black truffle butter dressing, crisp green garden salad garnish, the finest spicy peppercorn cheddar, all served on a toasted seed bun that they've imported all the way from Spain, just because they can, ah, ha, ha, ha' – or something along those lines.

Taehyung meant why not call a fish a fish, you know. The verbosity was an overkill.

Gah!

"Anything tickling your fancy, Taehyung?"

When Taehyung looked up, he noticed that his elbow was resting on the arm of his chair, his chin was resting on his thumb, and his pointer finger was gliding along his bottom lip.

Taehyung's mouth had dried up. It's possible he whimpered.

Illegal. Jungkook should be called that. It's blatantly illegal.

Taehyung swallowed his saliva and cleared his throat. Kim, get it together!

"The gnocchi to start, then the scallops." Oh my, that was eloquent!

Jungkook nodded and slid his menu back onto the table, snapping it shut. Taehyung fumbled with his a little more clumsily than he would have wanted before setting it down as well.

The waiter returned with a bottle of still water and a bottle of white wine, both of which had been placed in a silver ice bucket and placed on the floor next to their table.