Jungkook is a pathological liar unable to get a grip on life, Taehyung is a boy who can't take lies, can't bear them. What if he falls in love with a liar-No--- what if he falls in love with a lie?
Ｌｉａｒ， ｌｉａｒ， ｐａｎｔｓ ｏｎ ｆｉｒｅ . . . !
An utterly relaxed Taehyung sauntered through the snow of South Korea, each shaky breath inhaled and exhaled promoted the ice like cloudy hued breath to travel nimbly, prompting Taehyung to realise how frigid and polar it, in actual fact, is outside.
A stop at his local cafè didn't sound inadequate right now, so he scorched his pace, kneading his mittened hands and briskly opening the door in a barrelled motion. The blue haired boy, fitting the glacial weather, bowed his head out of sheer respect at the cashier, taking a seat and at long last slipping off his woolly mittens.
Taehyung expected his accustomed waiter to prance on over and jot his order down on a notebook, the familiar and predictable route, but he looked up, about to greet 'Jin,' only to see a boy who seemed very recently added to the team gazing down at him apprehensively.
So handsome.
Ebony raven feathered hair, parted and immaculately styled to fit his sinful forehead, his eyes seemed doe with a deeper definition lying through, urging this boy to let everyone find out what it is. The young man's button nose twitched slightly when he felt a tickle, seemingly neurotic and on edge, his lips were in a thin line as he swayed from side to side extraordinarily subtly, he swept his tattooed hand through a tuft of hair, clearing his throat and adjusting his primly set bowtie.
"May I...May I take your order, s-sir?" Taehyung was snapped out of his daze by a soft voice, earnestly jamming itself into his mind, planting itself there and rooting out. "Uh, sorry. Of course you may...Ice c-chocolate, oh uh- I mean...hot chocolate." Red bloomed across the older boy's face, his hair and cheeks contrasting abnormally into a pill like gradient, a velvety, subdued chuckle tumbled out of the ravenette's mouth, he scrawled something down and eyed Taehyung for a split second before turning around and rushing to the previously spotted cashier.
The day ended with Taehyung possessing, Jeongguk's, as he came to know, number, and a fun fact or 2 about him. Pretty splendid if he does say so himself.
Later on, the blueberry haired boy gripped onto his phone while contemplating on what his first message should be;
TaedyBaer: Is this Jungkook? Seems simple enough
NicelySized: Indeed, it is him! Taehyung? Nicely sized? What's that supposed to mean?
TaedyBaer: Haii, it's nice to talk to you again ^^
NicelySized: Same to you, what are you doing right now?
