Chapter eight:
That Cresent-eyed Smile
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'Cozy Cookies'
After days and days of endless research and fieldwork, Taehyung had finally managed to find the place. It wasn't all that tough cause the town was so small to begin with. But that's not the story he'd be telling his grandkids.
"Hyperbole isn't the worst crime." He said with a shrug, taking a step into the bakery he presumed to be the home of his heavenly cinnamon rolls.
The scent that surrounded the bakery was ambrosial enough for Taehyung to confirm that this indeed was the place. Even the air tasted better than anything you'd get in those chain Cafe's in cities. Though no cinnamon rolls were on display, the freashly baked apple pies, white bloomers and iced Belgian buns stacked on the display cases looked ravishing all the same.
Somehow, the aroma captured everything good there: the filter coffee, the various cakes, the Danish pastries. This place, Taehyung would describe, was heaven on earth. He walked around the place, taking in every minute detail that went into decor. In his doing so, he stumbled upon someone.
Well of course, this paradise of heaven on earth would for sure include an angel. Sat behind the counter with the brightest smile, eyes resembling cresents and cheekbones raised, this Angel before him was breath-taking.
"Ubh- um... Hi." The male stuttered out, mentally face palming for the world's most embarrassing intro. 'Great going genius.' he mentally scolded himself.
The other male simple sat there smiling, but not a word left his lips.
"Uh... Do-Do you know any Jimmie?" Taehyung asked, bringing his hand up to cover his growing blush.
The male with the angelic smile tilted his head, smiling awkwardly in confusion.
"J-Jiminie." He corrected himself, saying it more clearly this time.
The male nodded his head vigorously, his cresent-eyed smile returning. He then moved to point at himself.
Sure Taehyung had thought of so many scenarios earlier that day that would make this break the best thing ever ― he'd presumed it to be those cinnamon rolls. But who would've thought that the one who baked them would be the best scenario he'd never even imagined.
"A-Ah! So it was you!" Taehyung said, the joy bubbling inside not failing to make him stutter. "W-Well like, I just wanted to say thank you. I mean, I was bored and thought I'd look for your place and no, I didn't stalk you but like I just wanted to see the place where those were baked and like... I dunno. But I sure am happy with the result. Ah! By that I mean like-" The male continued talking, not really making much sense.
Just then, the connecting door behind the counter swung open. A pale, petite male emerged from within holding a tray filled with his oh so beloved Cinnamon Rolls.
"Oh. Hey there." The male said, approaching the other and placing the tray close to the counter.
"H-Hi." Taehyung said with a shrug.
"Sorry I wasn't up front." The pale man said, approaching the other. "I had to complete this last minute batch since this morning's batch was bought by a friend of mine."
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