A/N: FIRST OF ALL I KNOW THE GIF ISNT TAEKOOK BUT UM LOOK AT PARK JIMIN I REPEAT L O O K ok enjoy this hell of a chapter ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )
When Jungkook and Jimin returned to the cafe, Kim Taehyung was seated in the far right corner, feet resting on the chair opposite him. Jungkook didn't recognize him at first in the least bit; he carried on with Jimin popping mints in their mouth after a mouthwatering breakfast had been devoured.
"See anyone you recognize?" Jimin whispered.
"I haven't seen him in four years. . . he's probably changed." Jungkook went from face to face in the shop, but didn't catch any familiar faces. "Maybe he changed his hair color or something."
Now Kim Taehyung was clearly staring at Jungkook while holding The New York Times in his hands. A Macbook was carefully propped up on the table, with a hot drink in an ivory mug. In addition, a binder encased with many papers had been scattered on the wooden table. He peeped at him through his dark shades and prayed he would see him. Taehyung, of all people, knew Jungkook was one of the most oblivious guys to exist. And of course Taehyung remembered Jungkook; he couldn't forget the only guy he ever dated in high school.
"Excuse me," Taehyung said, cleary inaudible to Jungkook. Jimin glanced over at him eyeing the two of them, but didn't say anything to Jungkook. And truly the idiot doesn't hear me, but his friend does, Taehyung thought, carefully closing The New York Times.
"Are you two looking for a table?" He croaked, a bit louder this time around. Jungkook turned towards him now, and Jimin followed. His voice was so low and raspy that Jungkook didn't think for a second it could be Taehyung.
"No sir, but thank you," Jimin thanked, nodding his head.
"I'm serious, take this table," Taehyung insisted, suddenly packing up his laptop and chugging the hot drink. He could feel the coffee scorch and scald his throat, even so, he placed the laptop in his bag and gestured at his former table. Jimin shook his head, nervously smiling but Jungkook suddenly intervened.
"Sir, really," he assured. "We'll be okay." He was looking at Taehyung with certainty, and Taehyung was sure that his heart dropped in that instant. Those were the eyes. "Please, sit down." All of a sudden, Taehyung dropped his binder, letting the papers disperse on the floor. "Shit, I'm so sorry," Jungkook apologized, and he bent down to help.
"It's not your fault." Now Taehyung was the one reassuring him, and he didn't remember a second in high school where he was the good guy. I'd always been the bad one. "I'm fine thank you," he said, giving Jungkook a nod. Taehyung gathered the papers from the floor, stashing them in his binder. As he did, he didn't even bother to notice the sunglasses slip from his face, causing a clatter to echo throughout the shop.
"Oh my God," Jungkook breathed, rendered speechless. "No way. . . Taehyung?" Taehyung glanced up from floor and forced his rectangular smile. "Taehyung!" Jungkook pulled him up and let him stand a few feet away. Taehyung was nervous, no, he was dreading this. He knew Jungkook would be furious and desire an apology and anything else. But Jungkook just stood with his arms folded across his chest and Taehyung's smile was as bright as a thousand suns. "You're actually here. I thought that when Nari brought you up, she was a bit crazy or maybe confusing you with someone else. but you're here. You're actually here in New York. Here. In my ci-"
"You're giving him anxiety, Jesus!" Jimin exclaimed, dragging Jungkook back. "Sorry, er, Taehyung right?"
"Yeah," Taehyung was slow to respond. He clearly didn't know Jimin, but from the looks of the boy's spunky orange waves, he concluded his wild behavior. "Jimin, if I'm not mistaken."
