Jungkook’s car coughed to a stop in front of a taco truck parked under the shade of swaying palm trees.
The smell of sizzling meat and warm tortillas filled the air, blending with the distant scent of the ocean.
Taehyung stared at the vehicle, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in quiet judgment.
The old sedan had patches of sun-faded paint, and the passenger window had to be rolled down manually— a feature from a past era, apparently.
“Can’t get it in my head yet that this is your ride.” Taehyung finally said, his voice flat with disbelief.
Jungkook shut his door with an affectionate pat on the roof. “What, did you expect a sports car or something?”
“No, but at least something that doesn’t look like it fought in a war.”
Jungkook snorted, leaning down slightly so they were eye-level. “This car has been with me longer than you have. Show some respect.”
Taehyung made a dramatic show of peering inside. “You sure it’s gonna make it past today?”
“Only one way to find out,” Jungkook grinned, opening the passenger door for him so he could get out. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the best tacos in the city.”
Taehyung hesitated before sliding out, side-eyeing the faded leather seats. “Fine. I hope your taste in food makes up for your one in cars.”
Jungkook only smirked.
After eating, they spent the afternoon wandering through the city, moving seamlessly from place to place as Jungkook showed him around.
They grabbed iced coffee from a small shop in Koreatown, walked past vintage stores on Melrose, and argued over who picked the better thrift finds.
Somewhere between trying on ridiculous sunglasses and Taehyung mocking Jungkook’s attempts at bartering, they found themselves at Venice Beach.
The air was thick with the salty scent of the ocean, the distant chatter of tourists blending with the rhythmic crash of waves.
Artists had set up along the boardwalk, their works displayed on wooden easels.
Among them, a man hunched over a sketchpad, pencil moving in quick, exaggerated strokes.
“Caricatures?” Jungkook mused, tilting his head toward the vendor.
Taehyung’s eyes gleamed. “We have to do it.”
“Why the obligation, beautiful?”
“Because I need to see how ridiculous you’d look in exaggerated form.”
Jungkook sighed but let Taehyung pull him over.
The artist barely looked up as he waved them to sit. “Couple’s special?” he asked, already sketching.
Jungkook blinked. “We didn’t say we were —”
“Yeah, sure!” Taehyung cut in smoothly, leaning back with a smug look.
Jungkook shot him a side glance but let it slide.
Minutes later, the artist held up his work. Jungkook squinted.
“Why do I look —”
Taehyung howled with laughter. “Oh my God, they made you look so serious. And your forehead—look at your forehead!”
Jungkook groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You paid him to slander me.”
“It’s called artistic interpretation,” Taehyung wheezed, wiping a tear. “I’m framing this.”
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the secret of kemet. taekook (complete)
Fanfictionthey say twin flames are meant to find each other across lifetimes. and this story is no different! because other than fate, how could you explain a 21st century archeologist, traveling back to where his mate lived, yet here's the catch. his mate wa...
