hi bagels! i hope you are still enjoying rainy days!
bangtan-world has been so quiet recently with all the boys serving. it feels so silent without jungkook consistently bombarding us with his naked chest any more...
this has very much turned into more of a comfort book than i intended lol - don't worry, there is lots more smutty goodness to come in the Storybook! this story just felt too fluffy to include too much smut. (that being said there is smut in the next chapter lol.)
minor trigger warning for panic attacks in this chapter!
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chapter nineteen
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"Tae. I'm telling you. They're boning."
Taehyung just grinned that stupid, goofy, gorgeous boxy smile at you, as if he were amused. "Okay princess. I believe you," he said, the sarcasm evident in his tone.
You huffed. If he wasn't so damn handsome, you'd be mad at him for not believing you.
And how could he not believe you, when Jungkook and Rae were being so fricking obvious?
It was a week after you'd woken up at Tae's place - a week since your harebrained scheme to get Jin and Namjoon together over coffee and bagels. On the whole, you had thought your plan to be a success; although it was awkward at first, the two of them had finally settled into a conversation with you and Taehyung, and then eventually just between themselves.
You didn't miss the surreptitious looks Jin slid Namjoon as he spoke, or the way his cheeks blushed pink when Namjoon paid him a compliment. You could hardly believe what you were seeing; that Taehyung's big-headed brother had become a total softie around the handsome barista.
Since then, Jin had been very busy with work - or so he said - and you hadn't seen him. But you would definitely be dipping into Indigo sometime soon to get the gossip from Namjoon. The pair of you were becoming fast friends, and he made a mean pumpkin spice latte - perhaps even better than your old maid, Kiki, although those ones were admittedly free.
Now, though, you were at work, starting to set up for the judging of the Dream House Competition. Jaewon had cleared one of the conference rooms out for the project, allowing all participants a table each to set their designs and samples out on.
