𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 | 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐅𝐅 | ✔

In which we see both protagonist encounter

In Which We See Both Protagonists Encounter Each Other

Taehyung had always dreamed of peaceful mornings—waking to golden sunlight spilling through his windows, the gentle chirping of birds, and a soft breeze dancing through the curtains. But no, his so-called soulmate had other plans.

Currently, a furious mochi was stomping on his mattress and rapping a rather poetic string of profanities at 6 AM.

"Jimin, I swear—one more jump and you’ll meet God," Taehyung muttered, dragging himself toward the bathroom, completely ignoring the outraged midget storm.

Once his morning routine was done, he stepped out looking every bit the polished gentleman he liked to be on ‘British mood’ days: a light-blue roll-neck jumper paired with grey smart trousers, a navy double-breasted long coat, and a grey muffler with thin black stripes. He even popped in his brown contact lenses to hide his striking blue eyes. Why the effort? Well, let’s just say he was hoping to impress a certain someone today.

Downstairs, Jimin was already plating pancakes with maple syrup and perfectly placed blueberries—Taehyung’s love language. They sat in quiet companionship, the kind that didn’t need words. When they finished, Taehyung washed his plate carefully to avoid splashing water on his outfit.

"Taehyung, can we please go now? We’re already late!" Jimin shouted from the door, struggling with his shoes.

With an eye roll, Taehyung grabbed his brown cotton satchel—another touch of his British flair—and joined his best friend.

“Are we doing British royalty today?” Jimin teased with a smirk. “What, trying to impress someone?”

Taehyung pushed him into the car instead of answering.

After a lively carpool karaoke session, they pulled up to the towering Jeon Corp building. Taehyung greeted the receptionist and nodded politely at the bowing employees as he made his way toward the elevators. That’s when he saw him—Mr. Joshua Jeon, standing by the glass wall, deep in conversation over the phone.

"Jimin, go ahead. I need to talk to Mr. Jeon," Taehyung said.

“Papa Joshua?” Jimin asked, glancing around until he spotted the older Jeon.

Taehyung just shook his head and walked over.

Joshua ended his call and turned with a warm smile. “Taehyung! You look handsome as always.”

“Thank you, sir—uh, Papa Joshua,” Taehyung corrected himself quickly with a grin, earning a fond pat on the back.

They started walking.

“I need a favor,” Joshua said, glancing at him. “My son Jungkook is flying in today, but he’s visiting someone before coming to the office. I want you to pick up honey-glazed rib-eyes from Omelas. He always eats that first thing after returning to Seoul.”

Taehyung didn’t wait to be told twice. “On it!” he called, pressing a quick kiss to Joshua’s cheek before dashing off.

Joshua chuckled. It was no secret that he adored Taehyung like a son—some even spread rumors that they were romantically involved. Those whispers ended quickly when Joshua shut them down with the force of a lion protecting his cub.

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Forty-five minutes later...

Taehyung groaned as he reached Omelas and saw the long queue. To his dismay, he was dead last. Still, he waited, praying there’d be a serving left.

By some miracle, he made it to the counter.

Order placed, he leaned against the wall and scrolled through his phone, too distracted to notice anyone around him—until someone cleared their throat. He looked up—and froze.

In front of him stood the most painfully handsome man he’d ever seen.

Raven-black hair. Warm, doe-like eyes. A sculpted face with a perfectly sloped nose and pink lips that could haunt dreams. Suddenly, Taehyung felt warm, and not because of the coat.

Jungkook, on the other hand, felt like he'd just been struck by a lightning bolt of beauty. The stranger before him looked unreal—like a portrait brought to life. His eyes were deep and unreadable, and those lips—damn those lips.

He was still staring when Taehyung spoke.

“Yes, sir? Can I help you?”

Jungkook blinked. That voice—it was way too deep for someone with such a delicate face.

“You’ve got their last serving,” Jungkook blurted. “Can I buy it off you?”

Taehyung frowned. “Why would I give you mine?”

“I’ll pay three times the price.”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched. Of course—a rich boy trying to buy his way into everything. He inhaled, exhaled. Stay calm, Taehyung.

“I’m not hyped about myself,” he said smoothly. “You’re just late. And no, I’m not selling it. Papa Joshua asked me for it.”

He turned to grab the takeout bag, then glanced back at the man still gaping at him.

“And just a word of advice—if you want something, show up on time.”

With a pat to Jungkook’s shoulder, Taehyung walked out, head held high.

Jungkook stood there, still processing. The audacity. The nerve. The beauty. The sass.

He pouted, genuinely disappointed—and a little intrigued.

Who was that man?

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My exams are starting on 8th Sep

😫😫I wanna cry cause I didn't prepare much.