In Front Of You - Jikook

-eighteen-

Jimin soon retreated with the fakest smile Jungkook has ever seen. Although his emotionless face was unbreakable, the ice in the grey-haired eyes sent shivers to Jungkook's spine. He didn't even look at the younger before he stood at his station and waited for the next customer. The younger male looks at him longingly. It was clear that on the inside, Jungkook was seeking for some sort of comfort in the situation, only the barista can put his mind at ease.

Nevertheless, his focus goes back to the new stranger. His dark brown eyes connected with Taehyung's grey contacted orbs, his breath taken away from him. The mischievous smirk on the Vucci ambassador never left his face though it instantly curved into a friendly grin once he slouched comfortably.

Taehyung sets down his hot beverage. A satisfied sigh escaping his perfectly luscious lips "I came here to Busan to meet you finally. Just as I said, I am obsessed with your work and it would be perfect for my new release."

Jungkook nodded vigorously "Of course! I-I believe that Busan h-has a lot of beautiful spots! Your ph-photoshoot w-would be wonderful here." He quickly managed to finish that sentence and looks down to his lap again.

He can feel the intense glare of the other. It was already embarrassing that he can't even talk to him without stuttering, he thought. Jungkook's mind started to overthink, anxiety slowly building up and making the pit of his stomach queasy. Out of habit, his fingers find their way to the hem of his sweater and started to fidget.

However, a soft laugh took him away from his ashamed mind. His view raised up from his hands to his cup, above his peripheral vision, he can see the box smile of the famous model. It was a bit of a surprise seeing him smile like this, especially when everyone's used to his infamous flirty smirk that girls are dying for. Taehyung suddenly leans to Jungkook, his golden hair covering his forehead and the look in his eyes are soft and tender.

The model reached out a hand, by reflex, the photographer flinched and tightly shuts his eyes. The gentle pat on his head releases some feeling of dread. A wave of weariness overflowed in him. It was a very confusing experience as the gentle touch of Taehyung smoothens his hair, combing his long fingers through his own hair.

The sun slowly peeked through the gloomy skies. A faint but kind light from above shone through the front glass of Heavenly Cream. It reflected on their table, the gleam causing to make the two males glow in each other's eyes. Through his long eyelashes, Taehyung stared at the other's flustered face. It was a pull from his heartstrings, seeing the bothered yet weak look that Jungkook was giving him. It really was out of the blue when he started playing with the young photographer's hair. This was just for business, the model recalled, but the contract in his coat was simply forgotten. Some kind of warmth is brewing in Taehyung and he definitely doesn't mind this new pleasant feeling.

"I'd like you to be my photographer." He whispered to Jungkook, his face near the other's. With such conviction in his stare, the younger gulped carefully.

Jungkook bit his own lips. He was trying to think but the intensity of the other's eyes was too much not to focus on. In his youthful eyes, he saw the model with such admiration and respect. It would be an honour working with him, so without a word, he nodded and gave Taehyung a tight lip smile.

Grinning like crazy, Taehyung sprung up from his seat. There was excitement surging through his veins as he sets down the contract in front of Jungkook. He has been prepared for this, all he anticipated was the ink flowing down the paper, curved into the photographer's signature.

In which with the other's excitement, Jungkook can't help but get excited himself. It was a quiet giggle that came out of his lips as the older gave him a pen.

"This is the contract. It'll be casual. It's professional and I will personally pay you myself, but I won't be directing it." The model pulled in his seat and rested.

Puzzled, the photographer asked, "How will I know what you want then?"

With this, Taehyung chuckled "You will be directing them."

"Excuse me? Are you serious?"

"Of course I am. I want it to be your style, your own way. After all, I am obsessed with your work, there's so much personality in your pictures. I want that on my own too." The older explained.

The brunette let out a shaky breath "Thank you, I guess."

"You're welcome." Taehyung beams and pushes the contract closer to the younger.

The brunette huffed and quickly scanned it. The model was right, no complications or twists at all. This was definitely real; Kim Taehyung wanting him to be his photographer. There's an unnecessarily big pay, his equipment will be provided for him if he asked and he gets to pick the spots; basically a dream job.

Once he finalized all the papers, he hands them to the model. Both of them grinning with pure anticipation. This was a no-brainer for Jungkook and at this moment, it was a sort of high. He has had a lot of casual contracts before but there will always be some sort of satisfaction once he accepts them.

"When will I start Mr. Kim?" He asked

The golden-haired shook his head with a sly smile glued to his face "First of all, call me Taehyung, no need to be formal to me."

The younger smiles nicely "Okay Mr.- I mean Taehyung."

The older continued "Tomorrow, I'll pick you up. I'll give you my email and contact details, here's my number too so text me the address of your house."

Nodding, Jungkook accepted the business card given to him.

"This week will be us looking for good locations for our set. My crew will fly here in a week to set out these shoots."

Taking a sip from his cup, the younger listen attentively and grins at the older "I understand Taehyung-hyung. I-I'll text you later."

The silence sets in, it wasn't awkward, it was fairly comforting. But with a sudden movement, Taehyung once again leans in, closer this time. A blush painted Jungkook's face straight away, he flinched away from the male. The model's gentle hand once again reached for him, but instead of him going for his hair again, he placed his hand on his chin. Pulling his face closer to his own, Taehyung runs his thumb on his chin. The model's gaze was set on his lips yet the alluring sight connected with his eyes again.

The younger's heart beating faster, his shy reflexes should have kicked in by now yet he felt faint. Gravity is the force pulled them down to the ground but how come Jungkook feels like he's flying, that's a question that whispers silently in his mind. Taehyung used his other hand to rest his head on it. He just stared at him, as if studying him thoroughly and Jungkook can't move a muscle in his touch.

The older's voice was husky and curious, shocking the younger on how the model's voice could be this deep:

"Have I ever told you how cute you really are?"