Taehyung has never eaten so fast in his life. The sun has simmered down into a yellow tinged scab half-strangled by it's backdrop and the sky has darkened into a callous thing that knows only of heinous crimes committed under the black and dastardly blanket of nightfall.
Shadows flicker on Taehyung's sat form, writhing and lunging in a pained lover's embrace towards the fire. He pays no heed to them. Eyes fixed on the chunk of bread he has in his hands. It's grainy and hard under his teeth and against his sandpaper tongue but it tastes nicer than anything he has ever eaten (even the chocolate cake that the matron would make every blue moon whenever she felt a little tipsy: there were always unidentifiable hard ingredients in that cake. One time an ingredient took out one of Hoseok's left back molars when he bit into it. However it was heaven compared to the plain gruel of everyday breakfast). And he gulps it down with no complaints. Despite it getting stuck midway down his gullet.
It's only when he's finished the morsel that he looks up at his saviour.
"How'd you get bread this good? Most of the bread has gone stone hard by now."
Opposite him, on the other side of the fire sits Jungkook. The fire's shadow casts an odd spell over him, commanding dominion over his bronze skin , hallowed face and dark eye-bags. The shadow dances over his cheekbones. His eyes are fire themselves. Contemplating dark orbs turned startling saffron yellow and burnt amber in the seductive flame's reflection.
Taehyung almost startles at the sight of him. Of how enraptured the stranger is with the little fire that flickers between the pair.
"Jeon?" He reminds quietly with a hesitant voice that barely carries over the soil they sit on.
Taehyung fights down an instinctive shiver as Jeon leisurely drags his eyes from the supple slender curves of the fire to Taehyung's frightened eyes. He stares at Taehyung for a while. Eyes boring into him with a heavy mask of nonchalance. The only muscle that twitches on his face is his eyes that drink up Taehyung, pinning him down and scrutinising every inch of him.
A breeze picks up again, travels around them bringing with it a blast of cold air that forces a shiver down Taehyung's spine. The teenager presses his knees closer to his chest and pulls a ratty thick blanket, that Jungkook had stashed away in that large backpack of his, closer to his body. He ignores the faint waft of curdled milk that quivers it's way to his nose.
Jeon cocks his head for a second before resting his head on the calloused surface of his dry, large palm. He looks deadlier like this Taehyung decides. At rest. He's leisurely reclined, eyes as dark as the sky and almost synonymous with the night.
"I made it."
Taehyung can't help it. His eyebrows shoot upwards and he splutters. He breathes in briny and orange tinged air. Feels the tangy, off-sweet scent swirl around his lungs like a wine taster tasting wine.
"You-you made it?-you made-you made your own bread?" Taehyung yammers out, tone dripping in disbelief.
Jungkook raises a brow slowly. Eyes him like a lion does before it devours it's prey. "That's what I said-didn't I? dumbass," he drawls out. Next his foot a lone patch of grass curl their slim bodies towards his feet, whispering lost tales that only grass can witness, to the softened soles of Jungkook's doc martins.
Taehyung frowns. "Hey, take that back. I'm not a dumbass."
Jeon's face barely changes. A concrete mask. "And I didn't just save your life to kill you now, did I?" His voice is lethal. Liquid fire. Fear sparks in Taehyung's stomach.
He breathes out and settles for an awkward laugh that floats between them. "I don't even know what I did wrong..."
Jungkook's face shifts slightly at that, his eyebrows furrow a little, creasing the mask gently.
