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Eight in the morning finds Jungkook and Taehyung in Saint Etoile again, deciding to make their way down to the bakery café a little earlier to indulge in a wider, and fresher array of bread and pastries. It’s a crisp, clean day; warm sunlight spilling in pleasant hums onto Jungkook's skin, and the breeze doesn’t compel him to abandon his camera in favour of tucking his hands into his pockets.
Taehyung's obsession with the curry doughnuts have sent him into conversation with the cashier, and Jungkook steals glances at him every once in a while, catching snippets of “kare— pan” and “oishii”, that much he understands.
“So, did you manage to charm the secret recipe out of them?” Jungkook lifts his paper cup to his lips and takes a sip of his latte, raising a brow at Taehyung from behind the rim in blatant mockery, and Taehyung pinches some bread crumbs up and tosses them futilely at the younger, who lets out an indignant squawk.
“No,” Taehyung finally mumbles, feigning hurt, though his eyes express anything but that, crinkling up at the sides. When he flicks his gaze up, Jungkook's breath catches in his throat, because it’s been a while. It’s been a while since someone has smiled at him like that.
Jungkook makes a noncommittal noise and looks away, tries to reason the sudden spike in his pulse into the caffeine thrumming as adrenaline through his veins.
The silence isn’t anything uncomfortable per se, but Taehyung eventually clears his throat, and at Jungkook's amusement, he says “what?” in his defense, lips quirking up into a soft smile right after. “It’s been what, four days,” Taehyung pauses, and Jungkook almost hears him doing his math again. “Four days. And you haven’t told me much about yourself.”
“There’s nothing much to tell.”
There’s a twinkle in Taehyung's eyes, and Jungkook realizes that the other has been expecting such an answer. “There’s always something to tell. You can tell me your favourite colour,” he chews on his lip, hopeful, and Jungkook caves.
“Red.”
“That’s… a loud colour.” Taehyung's got that rectangular shaped smile on again, his eyes almost disappearing into crescents. “Ah, wouldn’t have guessed it.” At the look that’s starting to fester on Jungkook's face, he adds, “you seemed like you would have liked blue, at first impression.”
Jungkook grunts, but doesn’t give him grief. “What about yours?” he leans in, wicked smirk on his lips as he rests his chin on his hands. “Yellow?”
“Green,” Taehyung has scrunched his nose up at that, almost comically so, and Jungkook has to press his lips together to swallow his snort. “Not that I have anything against yellow, but,” there’s a long pause, and Jungkook watches Taehyung take a bite of his curry doughnut, chewing. “But, yellow? Really?”
