𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 | JUNGKOOK

86. Avoiding Me

Alba's POV

Taehyung pulled up to the restaurant, his sleek black car was parked next to the curb. As he switched off the engine, he turned to face you. "You hungry?"

You glanced out the window, your eyes taking in the familiar sign. "Yeah," you said, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Well, then," he said, flashing you a cheeky grin. "Let's eat."

You climbed out of the car, following him inside. As the two of you entered the restaurant, the scent of grilled meat and spices hit your nose, your mouth watering in response. He led the way to a booth by the window, sliding in to one side and gesturing for you to take the other.

The restaurant was reasonably busy today, with families, couples, and groups of friends enjoying their meals together. The hum of conversation and clatter of cutlery filled the air. You and Taehyung took your seats in the booth, looking over the menu, which had a wide array of dishes to choose from. . That's why you both usually come here sometimes after work.

The waitress arrived at your table, smiling at you both. "What can I get you today?"

You looked up at her, scanning the menu one last time before deciding. "I'll have the bulgogi beef and a water, please."

He looked up from the menu, a grin on his face. "I'll have the Kalbi beef and a Coke, please."

The waitress nodded, scribbling down your orders on her notepad. "Coming right up." She smiled at you both before turning to attend to other tables.

As the waitress walked away, Taehyung leaned back in his seat, looking at you. "You know," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "I have a weird confession to make."

Your interest piqued, as you raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh yeah? What is it?" You asked, your own curiosity getting the better of you.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if unsure how to say it. But he eventually spoke, a smirk on his face. "Promise you won't laugh?"

You chuckled at his sudden nervousness, which was quite unlike him. "Of course, I won't laugh," you replied, smiling encouragingly.

He took a deep breath, building up the courage. "I...," he started, pausing for dramatic effect. "I can't stand onions." His cheeks grew red, as if ashamed to admit it.

You couldn't help but laugh at his sudden confession. "You can't stand onions?" You repeated, still chuckling

He nodded, a pout forming on his lips. "I know, it's stupid," he said, running a hand through his hair in embarrassment. "I just...hate the way they taste and feel in my mouth."

"It's not stupid," you reassured him, still amused by his confession. "Everyone has their food quirks."

His pout grew deeper. "It's not just a quirk," he protested, his expression serious. "It's a full-fledged aversion. I physically gag when I bite into a piece of onion."

You fought back another bout of laughter. "Well, I'll make sure not to order anything with onions when we're together then," you joked, trying to ease his discomfort.

He rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small grin that appeared on his face. "I appreciate it," he said, feigning annoyance. "It's a difficult life, being onion-challenged."

You chuckled at his dramatics. "Oh, I can only imagine. How do you survive?" you teased, a playful smirk on your lips.

"With great difficulty and many tears," he replied, dramatic as ever. He feigned wiping away a non-existent tear from the corner of his eye, making you laugh harder.