Lyric One Shots: Taekook Edition

DNA

*Inspired by DNA by BTS!*

(This is a belated Valentines Day oneshot. I had to work overtime on Valentines Day so that's why it is just getting published. NONE of the artwork in this story is mine. All credits go to the artists. Also I used Genius translations for the lyrics so if they are wrong please don't kill me!)

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He's there every day. Around 3:45, a boy with ashy blond, shaggy, hair that falls over his walks into Jin's Café. He orders a tea or hot chocolate—depending on the day—and claims a booth for the next three hours with a sketchpad in front of him. Jungkook, who works at the café, has plenty of time to observe the boy. Jungkook's memorized his drink order, his ethereal face with its cute moles, and pouty lips that he bites when he's focusing on whatever he works on. Long limbs fold up when he curls in a ball halfway through, the notebook precariously perched on his knees. Jungkook has never spoken to the boy besides taking his drink order. The barista can be cold and antisocial, and yet something about Taehyung draws Jungkook's attention to the point that he cannot stop staring. Jin says it's creepy...he's probably right.

February 14th. Valentine's Day. The day Taehyung hates the most. At school, random strangers approach him, confessing their love to him. Boys, girls, young, and old; he finds it creepy. Besides...there is one particular boy he wants to talk to today. The coffee shop boy. Jungkook. He only knows his name from the name embroidered on his apron, yet that name and that face are enough to spur his wild imagination. 

Through sneaky glances, Taehyung observed the barista. His parted brown hair, chiseled features, soft smiles he reserves for the select few, and the burning way his eyes pierce through Taehyung whenever he orders his drink. He just wants Jungkook to notice him again. That's all.

Taehyung enters the café exactly at 3:45, the bells chiming lightly above his head as always. Taehyung spots Jungkook at the coffee machine, his sleeves rolled up his forearms, exposing muscles that Taehyung has drawn countless of times. From the muscles in his arms to his long, calloused hands with little scars on the fingers, Taehyung has drawn it all. Namjoon says it's weird...he's probably right.

"Welcome!" Jungkook cries, breaking Taehyung from his reverie, "I'll be with you in a minute,"

"Okay," Taehyung murmurs, slowly approaching the counter. Jungkook knows that voice—that deep, sultry, tone—and instantly checks the time: 3:45. He smiles while looking at the espresso machine, hiding his happiness behind gears, steel, and very hot steam. Jungkook finishes making another customer's cappuccino, delivers it to a table, and hurries back to where Taehyung obediently waits for him, his heart racing slightly in his chest. Jungkook comes face to face with the boy, admiring his tan skin and lean body in his baggy blue and red striped sweater, cuffed denim pants, and sneakers.