Be My Escape (Vkook/Taekook)

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Taehyung pov

We end up in a small homey restaurant where we take a seat at a low table without chairs, having only pillows on the floor. I feel a smile work its way onto my face as I sit and instantly take the cushion into my hands, giving it a soft squish.

"You seem to like soft things."

I look up to see Jungkook staring at my busy hands, the edges of his lips curled amusedly. "I noticed that you're always messing with things."

My cheeks heat and I immediately place my hands neatly in my lap, feeling my fingers entangle with one another to resist touching anything else. 

"Sorry," I say softly, remembering Jimin tell me that not a lot of people appreciate me touching things excessively. 

He hurriedly waves me off, saying, "No, go ahead. I don't mind it; it helps you, right?"

I nod and hesitantly drop one hand to mess with the corner of the pillow, rubbing it between my thumb and pointer finger.

Jungkook lets out a content sigh, leaning back on his hands while grinning at me. "My favorite thing to eat here is the udon soup, but we can order something else if you like."

I shake my head. "I'm not picky."

"Alright, udon soup it is." He rings the bell at the edge of the table and gives our orders, only looking towards me to confirm if I want some tea. 

After ordering, he turns towards me. "Do you like it here? It's one of my favorite spots. It's open until 2am but not that many people drop by at night."

I scan the interior once more, deciding that I indeed liked the warm, simple atmosphere. The walls were light brown and unadorned except for a few family photos, and a slightly rusted radiator on the side. The restaurant is practically empty except for an elderly couple at one of the back tables.

"Yeah, it's nice and quiet."

I send Jimin a quick text that I'm not going to be home for the night and turn off my phone. I wonder if he'll be surprised, I don't normally go out at night.

My thoughts are interrupted as a server places two steaming bowls of soup in front of us, as well as side dishes and a teapot. My mouth begins to salivate and I place my palms on the sides of the bowl, feeling the warmth transfer onto my skin.

Across from me, Jungkook rummages through his backpack before producing wet wipes, handing one over to me before grabbing one for himself.

I bow my head in silent thanks, taking it and carefully wiping each of my fingers individually. I try not to look up, feeling his gaze on my thorough cleaning. He holds out his palm when I'm done, taking the used wipes and getting rid of them. If Jimin were here he'd probably make fun of me for being so spoiled.

But he's not and face heats at the gesture. "I'm not a child," I mutter.

"I know," Jungkook replies, rubbing his hands together before breaking apart his chopsticks and digging in.

I begin to do the same, sighing at the pleasant feeling of having a late night snack. Try to break the chopsticks evenly, make sure to rub them together to get off all the splinters, I hate those. Wipe the spoon down with a napkin, make sure not to slurp or spill-

"This is nice. I didn't want to get anything too heavy this late."

I pause my train of thoughts, watching Jungkook hold out a  cup of tea, which I accept gratefully.

 "You're very...considerate," I decide. I was wondering if he was only being nice to me, but his actions seem natural and thoughtless. 

"But of course, I should be treating my date nicely, don't you think?" A playful smile dances on his face that makes me turn away.