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When Namjoon had promised ‘next week’, Jungkook understood ‘next month’. But here, only a day later, stands the man again. He’s sporting a casual light blue shirt and a pair of beige cargo pants with too many pockets to count.
The morning rush has finished not long ago and Jungkook is in the midst of lunch preparations when he catches Namjoon hovering near the entrance like the day before. Jungkook sets down the display he was fixing to rush up to the man.
“Hi, Jungkook-ah.” Namjoon looks sheepish.
“What’s wrong, hyung?”
“Why do you think something’s wrong?”
“You’re visiting me two days in a row. Something must be wrong,” Jungkook says as he takes Namjoon’s face and scans it over and over again. It’s only because Jungkook stands in the man’s personal space that he can see the solemn glaze that thwarts Namjoon’s attempt at a casual smile. Before Jungkook can begin to deduce what he’d said that upset Namjoon, the man has his expression corrected.
“I um… brought some people with me today.”
“Who?” Jungkook asks, dropping his hands as the bell jingles and two men dressed in pristine suits step into his bakery. An unfamiliar man with a blinding smile leads the way but Jungkook’s eyes are focused on the person lingering behind. He stands begrudgingly and refuses to make contact with Jungkook’s narrowed eyes. “Oh.”
“Jungkook-ah-”
“Hyung, I told you-”
“That you would kick his butt and then kick him out, I know,” Namjoon interrupts. The man rests a hand on Jungkook’s arm and twists so that Yoongi is out of his line of sight. From here, Jungkook can make out an amused smile sitting on the unnamed man’s face. “He’s not here to insult your baking. I promise.”
“Doesn’t look like he really wants to be here at all,” Jungkook grumbles.
“That is just Yoongi-hyung’s resting face. Please do not be offended,” the last man comments with a cheery grin. He steps forward with effortless poise. “It is nice to meet you, Jungkook. I’m Hoseok, Namjoon’s other boyfriend.”
Jungkook’s mouth falls open. So Namjoon has not one but two boyfriends. The man deserves to be loved by everything good in the world but it’s still entirely unexpected.
Hoseok has taken to strolling around his bakery and Jungkook seeks comfort in the hands Namjoon rests on his waist as he awaits whatever attitude Hoseok might bring. Jungkook doesn’t think he has the energy to deal with more wealthy people today. It’s only Namjoon’s calm smile that begins to settle his unease.
“I think I truly understand the term mouth-watering now,” Hoseok hums as he joins their huddle again. “Namjoon allowed me a taste of your raspberry and lychee cake last night and I must say I was captivated by the delectable sweetness. I needed to meet the man responsible for such a divine creation.”
“Oh,” Jungkook whispers as a violent blush takes over his cheeks. Namjoon suppresses a knowing smile. “T-Thank you, Hoseok-ssi. I’m glad you enjoyed the cake. The fresh batch will be out soon if you would like some more.”
“You are an absolute delight. I cannot see how someone could be so mean to you," Hoseok says as he turns, teasing eyes darting in Yoongi's direction.
Jungkook squeaks and ducks behind Namjoon’s wide shoulders, ignoring his friend’s giggle.
"Now while I believe I can finish the entirety of your raspberry and lychee cake by myself, Namjoon tells me you have an excellent array of pastries and sweets. I must try all your marvellous creations."
From his hidden position behind Namjoon, Jungkook peeks out tentatively in admiration for the man who holds a wonderful balance of honest confidence and modesty. Namjoon nods to him in encouragement, dimples glimmering, as his hand on the bottom of Jungkook’s back guides him towards Hoseok.
“Hoseok has been looking forward to your goods ever since I first shoved a cinnamon donut in his mouth last night,” Namjoon laughs.
“That’s not very nice, hyung. You can’t just shove food into people’s mouths.”
It’s only a tad hypocritical, Jungkook realises, as he’d done just that to Namjoon yesterday.
A boisterous, hearty laugh leaves Hoseok, his entire frame radiating joy. Jungkook doesn’t think he’s heard or seen a more genuine display of happiness before. Namjoon rubs the back of his head, a sheepish smile sitting on his face, his pout contaminated by Hoseok’s laugh.
“I cannot believe Namjoon hid you away for this long, sweet pea. Come. I must try one of everything.”
“Hoseok-ssi, that’s not good for you. Haven’t you heard that you must eat everything in moderation?” Jungkook frowns and rather than offence, Hoseok looks proudly scolded.
“Of course. You are absolutely right, muffin.”
“I insist you only choose up to five items. I’ll happily package the rest for you.”
“Then that is what we shall do.”
“Hyung,” Jungkook calls, beckoning Namjoon to his side. “What do you think Hoseok-ssi would like best?”
Namjoon presses to his side immediately, a hand finding its home on Jungkook’s waist as he directs them to a different part of the bakery.
“Hoseok likes strawberries,” Namjoon explains.
“Strawberry shortcake truffles then? No, no, the yuzu, strawberry and pistachio mousse cake? No, no, he should try the strawberry sago pudding. Hyung, I don’t know,” Jungkook pouts.
“How about the yuzu, strawberry and pistachio mousse cake? Yoongi-hyung enjoys yuzu,” Hoseok hums. His gentle firmness easily puts an end to Jungkook’s confusion. When he turns to acknowledge the man’s request, he finds that Hoseok is still smiling kindly and frankly, Jungkook isn’t sure the man knows what seriousness is.
At the mention of the last person in their little trio, Jungkook glances warily at Yoongi, who’s still loitering at the front of the store, seemingly trying to fuse with the wall. He hasn’t said a word since entering the bakery. Jungkook is certain now that the man doesn’t even want to be anywhere near his bakery and its unsatisfactory goods.
Jungkook tries to not let that thought ruffle his feathers. Yoongi is hardly someone to get upset over.
The yuzu, strawberry and pistachio cake has already been prepared to be sold in slices so Jungkook only needs to transfer them to a plate. He brings out two slices before pausing.
“Three slices, please,” Hoseok answers easily. Jungkook is slightly impressed by the man’s attentiveness.
He plates a third slice and directs the trio to the long bar counter by the window where four wooden stools are set out. Yoongi is sat furthest from Jungkook, with a lone seat between him and his boyfriends. Jungkook decides to carry Hoseok’s and Namjoon’s plates over first.
“Here you go, Hoseok-ssi.”
“Please call me hyung, sugar plum. We will have to drop the formalities as I can see myself as a regular here,” Hoseok smiles. Jungkook almost sets Namjoon’s plate down too hard in his fluster.
“O-Of course, hyung.”
“And please,” Hoseok adds as an afterthought. “Do not be hesitant to let me know if the names of endearment are causing you unpleasantness. I will not take offence.”
“Oh, n-no. I don’t mind them,” Jungkook murmurs. Coming from the man who speaks with only gentle assuredness, Jungkook finds that he wouldn’t mind hearing Hoseok’s collection of names.
“Good. I have many more I have not used, although they may become a little ridiculous.”
Hoseok doesn’t wait to see the ferocity of Jungkook’s burning cheeks before turning to pick up the dessert fork. As Jungkook awaits the man’s review, Namjoon leans in with a fond smile.
“Last night, Hoseok was researching the best names of endearment to impress you,” Namjoon discloses quietly.
“You must’ve betrayed me then, hyung,” Jungkook grumbles only for Namjoon to laugh.
“I want you to get along.”
“Doesn’t help when I’m a stuttering mess!”
“A cute stuttering mess.”
Jungkook’s pout turns withering but their banter is broken by Hoseok’s loud exclamation.
“My tongue has met heaven,” Hoseok declares. “The balance in the flavours is phenomenal.”
“Oh, I’m glad you like it, hyung.”
“I am sure Namjoon has asked already however, I really implore you to consider being our personal pâtissier. I am torn between wanting the world to experience your excellence and keeping you a beautiful secret.”
“You’re too kind, hyung,” Jungkook smiles. “I am content with sharing my baking with those who happen to stumble across here. I don’t wish to lose sight of my passion and purpose.”
“That is very admirable, gumdrop. I do not wish to take that away from you either. Instead, I will make it my mission to return here as often as my duties allow, if you will have me.”
“Absolutely, hyung. Any friend of Namjoon’s is a friend of mine.”
Namjoon smiles from ear to ear, pretending like he hadn’t been eavesdropping on the entire conversation. Jungkook nudges him but the man merely carries on eating.
With Hoseok and Namjoon preoccupied with their desserts, Jungkook has no other reason to avoid interacting with Yoongi. He retrieves the last plate with a perfect slice of cake sitting atop. Yoongi doesn’t bother sparing him a glance as he approaches. Jungkook’s lips twitch involuntarily into a frown. With a few huffs and puffs, he places the plate down harder than intended before pivoting and attempting to make his escape.
In his hurry, Jungkook almost, almost misses the soft ‘thanks’ that Yoongi whispers. It halts him in his steps and a little indignation subsides.
“You’re welcome,” Jungkook says just as quietly. He’s not exactly sure what this means for the two of them so he hovers uncertainly for two seconds. Yoongi stares at the cake, making no move to try it. Jungkook doesn’t think he can blame himself when the only thought that crosses his mind is that Yoongi is looking down on his baking again. He turns to leave.
“I’m sorry,” an urgent voice blurts out, halting Jungkook in his step. “I was inexcusably rude to you. I let my desperation and despair get the best of me and you had to suffer the consequences. I shouldn’t have held reservations on your goods based on outward appearances. You have every right to be upset, annoyed and bitter however, I can only hope my actions have not tainted your view of Namjoon. He has given me a profuse scolding for my behaviour.”
Jungkook slowly lowers himself onto the last remaining stool as he takes a minute to process the words. Yoongi looks anywhere but at him. Jungkook is able to perceive the man’s unease though, if the way he fiddles with his finger is any indication.
“Namjoon-hyung already apologised on your behalf but I appreciate it, Yoongi-ssi. Your words aggravated me but I am no longer upset.”
For the first time since entering the bakery, Yoongi maintains eye contact, although a wary kind. An awkward silence ensues and Jungkook begins to wring his own fingers. Yoongi’s gaze is neither harsh nor sceptical yet it still makes Jungkook feel exposed.
With nothing else to lighten the stiff atmosphere between them, Jungkook gestures mindlessly at the forgotten slice of cake.
“Did you want to try that?”
Yoongi answers by picking up his fork and breaking off an adequate piece. Jungkook gnaws at his lower lip as Yoongi chews and chews and then exhales deeply. He doesn’t know why he cares for the man’s opinion.
“Not too distasteful for your ‘exquisite palate’?” Jungkook asks with a wry smile.
“Hm, could do with a little more sweetness.”
Jungkook’s jaw drops before he notices the glimpse of a smile touching Yoongi’s lips. He’s teasing, like his own special brand of affection, perhaps.
Two can play that game.
Jungkook throws on his best pout, the one that always gets him his way, before pulling the cake away from Yoongi. Panic settles into the man and he’s turning too quickly that he almost falls off his stool. Jungkook suppresses a smile.
As soon as Yoongi catches the playful glint in his eyes, he relaxes. Jungkook is subjected to an unsure but kind smile. He finds himself liking the calmness Yoongi exudes a little more than he anticipated.
“I understand why this is Namjoon’s favourite bakery. The goods here are truly something to be commended for.”
Yoongi reclaims the cake whilst Jungkook reels from the casual yet matter of fact manner of the man’s compliment. His state doesn’t go unnoticed by the man who wears a grin that Jungkook would have thought looked infuriatingly smug only yesterday. Now, Jungkook feels a pleasant flush on his cheeks as Yoongi devours the rest of the cake.
Jungkook tugs his sweater over his fidgeting fingers before tucking them between his thighs. The gaze that wanders to him between bites is amused but fortunately, Yoongi doesn’t stop to tease Jungkook again.
His eyes only leave Yoongi when he realises the silence on the other side of him. He glances around quickly. Hoseok and Namjoon whip their heads down, pretending to be intrigued by their empty plates. An unexpected laugh bursts out of Jungkook as the two men resemble children caught in the middle of a mischievous act.
“Hoseok-hyung, is there anything else you would like? I remember something about you wanting to try everything here.”
“Oh, if you are offering, then I have always had a fondness for lemon madeleines. I believe I saw several packaged bags near the counter,” Hoseok says with his calm smile. Jungkook is about to hop off his seat to retrieve them when Namjoon stops him with a, probably unnecessary, hold around his waist, not that Jungkook is complaining.
“Are you certain, Hoseok-ah?” Namjoon asks as Jungkook makes himself comfortable leaning against the man. “I made the mistake of eating them and now, no lemon madeleines are comparable. Jungkookie’s baking has ruined all others for me. It is downright wicked, I must say.”
Jungkook’s confusion morphs into embarrassment but he’s given no mercy when Hoseok nods in deep contemplation.
“You are right, Namjoon-ah. How will I bear eating anything after this? I would have to live here to satiate my hunger.”
Jungkook lets out a strangled sound and shifts to bury his face into Namjoon’s shoulder. His sweater paws rise automatically to cover his burning ears. Jungkook wishes nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole.
A chorus of chuckles follow in three different pitches. They sound nice together even if the sound is a result of their teasing.
Jungkook is forced away from the safety of Namjoon’s embrace by a firm grip that belongs to Hoseok. He takes Jungkook’s chin between his fingers with no qualms and brings their faces close. Jungkook is left without a choice as he rests his hands on Namjoon’s thighs and leans over to meet Hoseok’s steady gaze.
“If it were anyone else, I would recommend them learn how to accept these compliments but your reactions are unfairly precious. I foresee many more in our future so prepare yourself, pumpkin. You will understand soon that I am not one to mince my words.”
“I think I understand already. I find your comfort with honesty admirable, Hoseok-hyung. I can see why Namjoon-hyung fell for you.”
Surprise fills Hoseok and Jungkook is proud that he put it there.
“You are not the only one adept at speaking pretty words. I have spent long enough around Namjoon-hyung to pick up a thing or two,” Jungkook giggles. “I will accept all your compliments about my baking. I may not know how to carry myself with as much grace as you but I am confident with my skills.”
A smile returns to Hoseok’s heart-shaped lips and he’s finally leaning back. Jungkook hides the shaky sigh he lets out as Namjoon helps him back to an upstanding position.
“Namjoon-ah, you hid this sweetheart far too well.”
“I fear not well enough,” Namjoon says as he casually plays with the loose strands on the back of Jungkook’s head.
“You just want me as your dirty, little secret, huh, hyung?” Jungkook smiles. His hand slips around Namjoon’s shoulders when the man shows no signs of letting him go.
“Dirty? Never. Just my own hidden gem.”
“Hm, I’m not sure how I feel about being compared to an inanimate object.”
“So it’s okay when Hoseok calls you an array of pastries and desserts but you draw the line at me calling you a gem?”
“Seems so when you’re so awfully easy to tease, hyung.”
Jungkook’s giggles are interrupted by Namjoon twisting and drawing him effortlessly onto his lap. Jungkook gasps as his body follows the hands without his command. With Hoseok now positioned behind him, he gets a clear view of Yoongi’s attentive gaze, gentle in the same way as before. The fondness that sparkles suggests he’s likely familiar with Hoseok’s and Namjoon’s antics.
When Jungkook glances down, he finds Namjoon’s bottom lip jutted out.
“Are you sulking, hyung?” Jungkook laughs as he tickles the man’s chin. “If you let me go, I’ll go get you a cinnamon donut, free of charge.”
“Between a cinnamon donut and you, I’d rather have you.”
Having the attention on him makes Jungkook lose some of his bravado and instead of his usual quips, he sinks into Namjoon’s hold with a scrunch of his nose.
“I need to get a lemon madeleine for Hoseok-hyung.”
“He can wait.”
“I can wait,” Hoseok affirms cheerfully.
“I have to prepare for the lunch customers,” Jungkook tries.
“Why don’t you close the bakery and give us a private tasting session instead?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes at Namjoon’s joke; he thinks it’s a joke at least. The seriousness on Namjoon’s face is attempting to tell him otherwise but Jungkook ignores it. He can see it, the parallels between Namjoon and his lovers and the trio he’d met yesterday. It’s hard to tamp down the foreboding sense of conflict that seems upon him.
He turns to Yoongi instead this time with a new objective and plan in mind.
“Yoongi-ssi, do you have a favourite fruit?”
“Just hyung, Jungkook-ah. I have always loved mandarins.”
“Wonderful! I have a perfect mandarin cheesecake for you, hyung. It’s just a little sweeter than the yuzu, strawberry and pistachio mousse cake,” Jungkook teases as Yoongi shakes his head in amusement.
“Peaches, are you trying to make all of us addicted to you?” Hoseok interrupts. Jungkook strains his neck to look at the man.
“How else do you think I keep my business running?”
“Downright wicked.”
Jungkook throws his head back as he cackles heartily. Hoseok’s laugh joins him and even through his delight, he still rests a steadying hand between Jungkook’s shoulder blades to keep him from completely tipping Namjoon’s stool over.
When they’ve calmed down, Hoseok keeps Jungkook twisted towards him, everything about his stare demanding Jungkook’s attention.
“I understand how precious your time is so we will not be in your way much longer. How about you prepare us the lemon madeleine, mandarin cheesecake and cinnamon donut and then we will be on our way?”
“Of course, hyung.”
“I would still like a selection of desserts to be taken home with us but you have free rein over what to package. Will that be alright, gumdrop?”
“Absolutely, hyung.”
“Now, Namjoon tells me you do not accept his money however, I insist that we compensate you for the time we have taken from you, the excellent service we have received and the beyond remarkable desserts we have enjoyed. Please name your price and allow us to pay what is owed.”
“Yes, hyung.”
“Good boy.”
Jungkook breathes a little harder as Hoseok rewards him with a pleased smile that has his heart fluttering and toes curling. Namjoon’s finally releasing him from his impossibly sturdy hug but it takes Jungkook a moment to recover before he’s all but fleeing to complete the tasks Hoseok has assigned.
Once he’s plated the desired desserts and served them, Jungkook busies himself with ensuring that the rest of the packaged treats are immaculate. He’s sung another round of praises as the trio cleans their plates and soon, he’s sending them off with sweet smiles and another promise of return.
Jungkook is floating for the rest of the day.
♕
It’s been a day since Jungkook had met Yoongi and Hoseok officially and his time has been filled with scattered messages from the trio. They’d made their way through most of Jungkook’s baked goods and he’d received a constant stream of compliments. Jungkook tries hard to not giggle randomly throughout the day when he recalls the words, sweeter than his desserts.
Humming softly under his breath, Jungkook clears the crumbs left behind by the lunch customers off his counter. He switches the sign to ‘closed’ as he takes his own break.
Jungkook’s scrolling mindlessly through his phone with a half-finished croissant in his hand when the bell jingles. He drops the pastry and sits up straight, ready to inform the customer that the bakery is temporarily closed, when a familiar face pops in. Not one that he welcomes.
Immediately, a frown takes over Jungkook's face and he forces himself to remain calm as two despicably ethereal faces join the first. It's ridiculous, Jungkook thinks, that Taehyung would dare to look sheepish after agreeing to Jungkook's explicit request last time.
"The store is closed as clearly shown on the sign. Or do you have such a disregard for me and my business that you feel the need to ruin my break too?"
"We're here to apologise, properly this time," Taehyung murmurs.
"Those were your intentions last week. What should I believe has changed since then?"
“Well, we’re definitely not here to hand you our money this time?” Jimin pipes in.
“Well done,” Jungkook replies drily. He finds satisfaction in the way Seokjin’s face reddens in his effort to bite his tongue.
“I wanted to thank you for the condensed milk bread,” Taehyung perseveres in a gentle tone that contradicts Seokjin’s scowl. “It was exquisite. It has been a while since food has been able to bring comfort and warmth to me. I understand why your bakery thrives in such a difficult location.”
Jungkook presses his lips together. He tries, he does, to be unimpressed by the man’s flattery but the sincerity lying in Taehyung’s kind eyes is making it hard.
“We sincerely apologise for the offence we have caused with our careless words. Even if your bakery were struggling, it is not our place to make such comments and speak to you in a demeaning manner. We understand that our regret will not erase the hurt we caused but we hope that this could lead us in the right direction.”
“Are you apologising on his behalf?” Jungkook asks, nodding at Seokjin.
“I would prefer for it to come from me however, I fear that will only irritate you further,” the man mutters.
“That’s true. I am tempted to say you do not know what an apology is.”
Seokjin’s eyebrows draw lower but it’s a look of indignance and injustice rather than vexation. It’s rather charming, as absurd as that may be.
Jungkook gnaws on the inside of his cheek, apprehensive of Taehyung’s poise. Eventually, under the man’s unwavering smile, Jungkook deflates.
“I accept your apology and I’m glad you enjoyed the condensed milk bread. That’s all I ask for.”
The relief and felicity that alights Taehyung’s face is almost blinding. The innocence in the man’s smile makes Jungkook falter. Seokjin’s expression has mellowed out now but he appears hesitant to wear his emotions unlike Jimin, who bounces on his toes in excitement.
“May we have the honour of tasting your other goods?” Jimin requests.
Jungkook eyes his unfinished croissant and pushes it aside with a quiet sigh.
“Only if you don’t offer to pay me more than I ask for.”
“Whatever you wish.”
“What would you like to try then?”
“We’ll take your recommendations,” Taehyung smiles.
“A slice of tiramisu? I recall someone saying sweet foods haven’t been faring well with their skin,” Jungkook can’t help but tease as he hops off his stool.
A high-pitched and low-pitched laugh fill the bakery. With a quick glance in the direction of the trio, Jungkook finds Seokjin’s face eased with small quirks of the corners of his lips.
“Was that a jab at me, little one?” Seokjin says. The man’s ease crumbles when Jungkook’s face shifts into another frown. “Did I say something offensive again?”
“Are you calling me that to belittle me?”
“‘Little one’? It was a term of endearment, not a reference to your inexperience with the world,” Seokjin states calmly. His head is tilted in confusion like he cannot hear the words coming out of his own mouth.
Jungkook blinks several times as his mind is sent reeling. He can’t decide if he wants to feel flustered or insulted. Before he can settle on an emotion, Jimin swoops forward and obscures his view of Seokjin.
“We would love some tiramisu,” the man redirects with a glittery smile. Jungkook stares at him warily before turning to gesture at the stools.
“Have a seat then.”
Jungkook clears his plate of half-eaten croissant and makes his way to the front counter to prepare three slices of tiramisu. He doesn’t let the several pairs of eyes bother him. Perhaps, they’re watching to ensure he doesn’t inject poison into the cake. Jungkook feels like he’s finally starting to have a grasp on this trio and their strange, contradictory methods.
After serving all three slices, Jungkook hides back behind the counter, finishing his croissant whilst checking inventory. He’s hesitant to check in on the trio and resists the urge to glance over. Jungkook is certain their criticism would be less constructive and more destructive to him.
Why their opinions matter though, is beyond him. Jungkook frowns at the display as he attempts to solve his feelings.
He doesn’t notice Taehyung approaching the counter until the man chuckles beneath his breath.
“Have the pastries offended you?”
Jungkook snaps out of his thoughts at the sudden voice and shakes his head sheepishly. Taehyung’s holding his empty plate, looking just as unsure as Jungkook is feeling.
“Let me take that,” Jungkook offers, stretching his arm over to take the crockery back. Taehyung steps quickly out of Jungkook’s reach and cradles the plate close to his chest. Jungkook opens his mouth, frowning in confusion before noticing the panicked twist of Taehyung’s features.
“Bitter tastes do not usually agree with my tongue but I thought your tiramisu was absolutely marvellous,” Taehyung explains hurriedly. His voice quietens at the shock on Jungkook’s face. “Seokjin-hyung said the yuzu, strawberry and pistachio mousse cake looked rather appetising. I was wondering if we could try that too?”
“You enjoyed the tiramisu?” Jungkook asks, unable to conceal the disbelief in his voice.
“We all did. Your expertise in crafting such magnificent baked goods is unrivalled.”
“Oh, th-thank you. That’s very kind of you.”
Jungkook lowers his gaze at the soft smile that he’s met with. Taehyung is a confusing mix of bashful and unbridled sincerity.
“If my intention of calling you ‘little one’ is only as a term of endearment, will I be allowed to?”
“Okay,” Jungkook smiles. “I guess you may for as long as your intentions are pure.”
“Does that honour extend to us as well?” Jimin asks, appearing out of thin air.
Jungkook can’t help it when his guard raises on instinct and his smile lessens. Taehyung, noticing his discomfort, places a hand on Jimin’s arm and gestures for him to retreat. Jungkook watches Jimin’s face fall solemn and his shoulders slump, dejected. Jimin listens to Taehyung though as he makes his way back to Seokjin.
“Why do you all insist on calling me little? I’m definitely taller and older than you, Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook braves.
Jimin swivels around so gracefully, it’s like he’d anticipated Jungkook’s tease. The expression he adorns is one of amusement as his eyes scan Jungkook. When he finds what he’s looking for, the man leans forward, over the counter, to level Jungkook with a steadfast smile. The aura the man is radiating holds enough self-assurance that a sliver of doubt crawls into Jungkook.
“Would you be confident to place a wager on that?”
“The prize?”
“Anything you would like, little one,” Jimin grins. Challenged, Jungkook narrows his eyes playfully as he, too, rests his weight on his elbows.
“You’re on. If I’m older than you, you’re baking me a cake.”
“I am not sure you would like that.”
“Backing down already?” Jungkook provokes. Jimin only smiles ominously.
“I’m 28.”
“Oh,” Jungkook says, leaning back. His nose scrunches and he diverts his gaze. “You’re old.”
Jimin’s response is more of a cackle than a laugh but the man looks far from offended. Taehyung’s relief sits in his quiet smile as he watches them.
“May I call you ‘little one’ then?”
“I suppose,” Jungkook sighs but the mirth on his face betrays his pretend exasperation.
When Jungkook dares to, he spares Seokjin a glance too and finds the man sitting alone in the farthest seat, observing them with analytical eyes. It’s the moment that their eyes meet that has Seokjin turning away. Sympathy softens Jungkook’s heart and drives him to approach Seokjin with careful steps. He bounces on the balls of his feet to catch the man’s attention and watches as Seokjin’s face melts into something abnormally gentle.
“Was the tiramisu okay?” Jungkook asks.
Seokjin nods.
“Would you like to try a slice of the yuzu, strawberry and pistachio mousse cake?”
Seokjin nods again.
“Are you going to refrain from talking to me?” Jungkook smiles.
“Lest I offend you with my words again. I did not mean to denigrate you when I spoke of your lack of experience with the world.”
“What did you mean then?” Jungkook asks. He takes a seat beside Seokjin and promises himself to finish the conversation civilly. The man presses his lips into a line, hesitating.
“It is often the pursuit of wealth, knowledge and power that blind men. While it is commendable to not be driven by the primal urges of greed and envy, I do believe your unwillingness to accept our money stems from a lack of experience in owning such. It is generally harder to resist temptations once we have had a taste. In conclusion, I neither intended to offend you by calling you ‘little one’ nor do I necessarily think your inexperience is something to be looked down upon.”
“Are your compliments always backhanded, Seokjin-ssi?”
“They sound positive in my head.”
Jungkook laughs breathily at Seokjin’s genuine confusion. He’s beginning to understand the good intentions behind Seokjin’s unique unawareness of his own words.
“Alright, you may call me what you wish, as long as it’s not to degrade me. Now let me get you that slice of cake, Seokjin-ssi.”
“Wait,” Seokjin says, stopping Jungkook with a grip around his elbow. Up close, Jungkook catches a whiff of something sophisticated, like white rose and sycamore. It’s rather befitting for the man. Jungkook cannot move himself away from Seokjin’s gentle gaze. “It is only right that you drop the honorifics.”
“Are you my hyung too?”
“Undoubtedly.”
“Then I will get you your cake, Seokjin-hyung.”
“And ours!” Jimin adds. “Don’t forget about Taehyung’s and mine.”
“Couldn’t forget even if I tried.”
“Hey!” Taehyung exclaims. “Don’t try.”
Jungkook barely realises there’s a silly grin sitting on his face as he plates three slices of the yuzu, strawberry and pistachio mousse cake onto the men’s plates. Jimin and Taehyung are still hovering near him. Jungkook has no qualms ordering them to take their own plates back to the counter, although it does surprise him when they do so without as much as a peep of complaint.
Setting Seokjin’s plate down, he sits down beside the man and watches him marvel the cake from several angles.
“I have changed my mind,” Seokjin says. Before offence can settle in Jungkook’s heart, the man continues, “This is too beautiful to be consumed.”
The way Namjoon’s words had mirrored Seokjin’s floats into his mind. Jungkook’s cheeks colour at the compliment.
“Just eat it, hyung,” Jungkook mumbles. He’s looking down because he doesn’t want to see the amusement sitting on Seokjin’s handsome face.
“But I cannot find the courage to destroy such remarkable craftmanship.”
“Alright. Then I guess I’ll eat it for you,” Jungkook shrugs. Seokjin shoots an arm out to stop his creeping fingers from stealing the plate.
“Cruel. You are deceivingly cruel, little one.”
Jungkook wears a smile, sweet like his cake, before taking Seokjin’s fork and digging away a sizable piece of cake. Seokjin gasps like the fork had hurt him. Jungkook cannot refrain his eyes from rolling back.
“Would you like me to feed you too, hyung?”
“My words may have unknowingly carried discourtesy but you are outright disparaging me,” Seokjin says. Petulance is all Jungkook can interpret from the man’s press of lips. Jungkook giggles, chin resting on his hand and head tilted innocently.
“My apologies.”
“You are far from apologetic, little one. It is fortunate you have such a charming smile.”
Seokjin doesn’t wait to see Jungkook’s surprise before picking up the piece of cake that had been broken away and feeding himself. A deep exhale escapes Seokjin as the man frowns at the cake.
“Is it not to your satisfaction?” Jungkook asks carefully, heart pounding anxiously.
“Nothing of the sort. I am pondering how well your goods would do away from this derelict district. It is only too easy to judge a book by its cover as I have.”
“Well perhaps, rather than my relocation, it should be the teachings of children that change.”
“What do you suppose they learn?”
“I believe there should be more emphasis that wealth does not equate to worth.”
“I should not foresee an end to your barbed words, should I, little one?”
“That one was truly not said to spite you,” Jungkook laughs. “Although, you really must be contrite to be associating my words with your previous actions.”
“That is because I have not properly apologised. My feelings have only been conveyed through Taehyung.”
“I’m genuinely not offended anymore by your previous words, hyung.”
“That must be due to my excellent apology,” Taehyung adds. Jungkook laughs as Taehyung applauds himself with a pat on the shoulder.
“I think it lacked a little pizazz.”
“What would you rather us have done?” Jimin asks with a calculating grin. “A flair for dramatics is right up my alley. I could still have an apology with an abundance of pizazz be organised.”
“Your money will not impress me, hyung.”
“How can you remain so indifferent in the face of wealth? Does it not tempt you at all? Your bakery could grow into a prosperous business if you allow it,” Seokjin muses.
“It’s not money that makes my life rich, Seokjin-hyung. It’s my love for baking and my friends and family that make me happy. I don’t think I’d enjoy a life that revolves around how many dollars I had in my pocket.”
“But one cannot live without money.”
“I’m not saying I don’t need money because everyone does. It’s just simply not my priority.”
“So it would be great if your mind did not have to occupy itself with money at all and focus its brilliance on baking instead,” Seokjin hums to himself.
“Stop whatever mischief and nonsense you’re concocting,” Jungkook says, eyes narrowed in deep suspicion.
“‘Mischief’. ‘Nonsense’. He said hyung was concocting ‘nonsense’,” Jimin cackles as his body falls onto Taehyung with his bout of laughter.
“That is deeply insulting,” Seokjin huffs.
“But did I not speak the truth? Were you not plotting something I’d undoubtedly object to?”
“Perhaps, but—”
“No buts. Your actions will only earn you another reason to apologise.”
“I do not like to be interrupted, little one.”
“Well, you better get used to it, hyung,” Jungkook retaliates, even as his instincts want to curl away from Seokjin’s disapproving frown. “I predict there’ll be a lot more fiddle-faddle coming from you that I’ll have no choice but to put a stop to.”
“F-Fiddle-faddle?” Seokjin splutters incredulously.
“Yes. And stop laughing Jimin-hyung. You’re not off the hook either. Your record for speaking sense is far from stellar.”
Jimin immediately presses his lips together, scolded. Seokjin has yet to recover from his shock and merely stares at Jungkook with a look unfit for his refinement.
“Only you, Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung grins. “Would dare speak to us like that.”
“What more is there to fear? You’ve already threatened to destroy one of the things I treasure the most.”
A solemn cast falls over the trio’s faces and Jungkook immediately wants to take back his carelessly spoken words. He’s forgiven them; the incident is better forgotten.
“Those words were entirely unreasonable and should never have left Seokjin-hyung’s mouth,” Taehyung murmurs. “I promise you we will never ruin something you love so much.”
He glances over at Seokjin, who is doing his best to avoid Jungkook’s gaze. Taking it upon himself to take the initiative to resolve the tension, Jungkook places a hand on the sleeve of Seokjin’s tan suit.
“Even if I insult or interrupt hyung again?” Jungkook asks quietly. Seokjin finally meets Jungkook’s gaze with a contemplative one of his own. It’s not unkind but it bears unwavering heaviness that demands Jungkook’s attention. The man straightens, regaining the grandeur that stands on his shoulders, before turning his body to face Jungkook.
“I am not often tested,” Seokjin says. “But the words I had given to you that day were ignominious and have left me greatly remorseful. As you may have deduced, my thoughts are often conveyed in a way that is easily misconstrued, a fault that is evidently on my part. I may never amply rectify my mistake, however, Jungkook-ah, my heart does not wish to harm you again. Please accept my sincerest apology.”
“Seems like I was wrong, hyung,” Jungkook smiles. “That was definitely a satisfactory apology. I forgive you.”
Seokjin laughs, chucking him beneath the chin and Jungkook responds by leaning in with his own little giggle.
“Why, shouldn’t I be grateful for your benevolence, dear little one.”
Jungkook’s nose scrunches at both the warmth in Seokjin’s eyes and the familiarity and ease behind the man’s use of moniker.
“While I despise being interrupted, I give you permission to do so if you think my words may hurt you again. Or better yet, perhaps you could educate me on how my words are unpleasant. I may not understand it to the fullest extent but I am willing to try.”
“Are you sure, hyung? I won’t mince my words if you have said something rude.”
“I am sure. I find your audacious ability to speak your mind refreshing.”
“Backhanded again, Seokjin-hyung.”
“How so?”
“You are suggesting I’m reckless.”
“Is that incorrect?”
“It… might be true but when you’re complimenting someone, you should only stick to the positive attributes.”
“I see. Like how you praised my appearance and derided my personality in the same sentence?” Seokjin grins as Jungkook’s face brightens.
“That- That wasn’t supposed to be a compliment at all. I was only objectively stating facts.”
“‘Objective’.”
“Stop teasing me. You think my smile is charming.”
“I do,” Seokjin admits casually. “I also think your eyes sparkle like diamonds and the way your nose crinkles when you are feeling shy is unbelievably precious.”
“Are you trying to fluster me?”
“I am merely objectively stating facts.”
“I think that was pretty subjective, hyung,” Jimin comments.
“Whose side are you on?”
“Jungkookie’s, of course.”
“Wise of you to not get in my bad books, Jimin-hyung.”
“Although, I do agree with all of Seokjin-hyung’s descriptions—”
Jungkook pressing his lips into a fine line has Jimin’s thoughts ceasing immediately. The man shrinks behind Taehyung, petulant like Seokjin. Jungkook resists a proud grin from gracing his face in fear of losing his power. The only man who has yet to contribute leans forward with a soft and curious smile.
“Why does it bother you, our compliments?”
“You heard Seokjin-hyung. I’m shy.”
“Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung says with an unexpected firmness like he can see right through Jungkook.
Taehyung had seemed neither like a man of no nonsense nor a man of quiet authority. Jungkook sighs, feeling like he’s the one on the receiving end of a gentle chiding. He fidgets with his fingers as his mind tries to find the right words. When he lifts his head, Taehyung is still gazing patiently at him.
“Because your words sound empty, hyung. You came back to apologise and you’ve done that now. I’ve already forgiven you; you don’t need to keep buttering me up. If you want more pastries and desserts, I’m happy to sell them to you.”
“Have we acted so disgracefully that you think we’d compliment your appearance with an ulterior motive of obtaining your baked goods?”
“Well, no? I just… I don’t understand why you’re still here. You clearly have more important things to do than to waste your time here and ingratiate yourself with me.”
“Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung frowns. There’s something close to disappointment in his voice that already makes Jungkook regret his words. “It’s our choice where we spend our time and right now, we are choosing to spend it here. It just so happens that the three of us have become a little smitten with the charismatic baker and want to get to know him better. I apologise if our compliments have been unwarranted but they are far from empty.”
“So you just… want to be my friend? That’s why you’re all being nice to me?”
“Yes.”
“Oh,” Jungkook says, speechless.
“We can stop the compliments if they are causing you discomfort.”
“No, you don’t have to. Just because I don’t know how to take compliments, doesn’t mean I don’t like them.”
“If I say that is very endearing, will I be in your bad books?”
“If you plan to ask that every time you compliment me, then yes.”
“Ah, what a cunning tongue you have, little one.”
“All the better to scold you with, my dear,” Jungkook smiles. Taehyung’s answering laugh is contagious and spreads to his companions like wildfire.
“I know why you contain yourself to running your business in a small district. The rest of the world is not prepared to meet you.”
“Because I’m too much of a delight?” Jungkook grins playfully as Taehyung cups his cheeks.
“An absolute force to be reckoned with. You’d have the world at your feet with only a smile.”
“What a dangerous weapon I have. Are you suggesting I hide it?”
“Never in our presence.”
“Are you sure this isn’t just a ploy for me to not smile at others?”
“Oh, how astute you are, little one.”
Jungkook throws his head back as laughter blankets the bakery. Taehyung has his hands resting on Jungkook’s thighs, keeping him from falling off his stool and onto Seokjin, though Taehyung secretly thinks the man wouldn’t mind. Jungkook’s joy pairs well with the cosiness of his bakery.
“Tell us, little one,” Jimin says when Jungkook finally recomposes himself. “Do you have someone in your life, who gets to see your smile on the daily?”
“Hm.” Jungkook scrunches his face up, a serious glint in his eyes. He knows what Jimin means but it’s not in his nature to answer directly. “Plentiful. I’m afraid I’ve lost count.”
“Aside from your regular customers,” Seokjin says, his tone chiding. Jungkook faces the man with a pout that Taehyung only now thinks would rival his smile in power.
“You’re no fun. No, I do not have a partner. What about you, hyung?” Jungkook asks only for Jimin’s lips to curl in amusement.
“You’re sitting next to them.”
“Oh.”
The way Jungkook’s head swivels between the three of them resembles that of a meerkat on sentry duty. Triads must be a popular combination amongst the aristocratic class, Jungkook ponders.
“Will that be a problem?” Jimin asks cautiously at his lack of reply.
“The only problem I see here is that you have two people loving you and I have none,” Jungkook sighs with a pout full of faux self-pity.
“That is definitely a problem that needs to be remedied. How may we assist?”
“You can help by steering clear of my potential partners. We wouldn’t want you accidentally insulting them.”
“Your vicious words wound us,” Jimin bemoans as he clutches the area of his chest where his heart lies. “I fear I need one of those bomboloni over there to mend what your words have broken.”
Jungkook cackles, body shaking with the evidence of his mirth. It’s hard for the men to hold a serious expression in the presence of Jungkook’s joy and he finds their composure falling apart like apple crumble. Swinging his legs out, Jungkook hops off his stool.
“Three bomboloni coming right up. I may have to ask you to leave afterwards though. My lunch break is coming to an end and I’ll need to open up again.”
“Why can’t we stay?”
“And scare away my regulars? Maybe another day, hyung. I’ll have to give everyone plenty of warning.”
“It is an honour for them to be in our presence,” Seokjin states.
“I’m not sure everyone would share that sentiment.”
Jungkook doesn’t wait for Seokjin’s presumably aghast response before wandering back to the counter and transferring three, perfectly round bomboloni from the display to the men’s plates. He’s rewarded with another round of pleased groans and compliments that has him biting his cheek.
“Little one, will you package some treats for us to eat later? We will pay you kindly.”
“Do you have any particular requests, hyung? Nothing too sweet?” Jungkook smiles.
“Will I ever hear the end of it?”
“Never.”
“Very well,” Seokjin sighs, resigning himself to his fate. “You may choose whatever you deem fit for my bitter heart.”
Jungkook giggles, finding warmth in Seokjin’s ability to run with the joke and poke fun at himself. The one sentence seems to bring Seokjin down from the clouds, almost like the man’s starting to turn to the same page as Jungkook. With Jimin and Taehyung sharing his joy with boisterous, unrestrained laughter, it’s hard for Jungkook to keep his heartbeats in check. He flees away from the bar counter to complete his task.
Similar to the previous day, Jungkook packages an assortment of pastries and desserts into brown, bakery boxes and sends them off, wearing a smile coupled with an eye roll, courtesy of Jimin’s extravagant promise to return.
Jungkook soon realises that the trio are fun, albeit a little of the exhausting kind. They come and go and often leave behind a confusing mixture of frazzle, heartiness and warmth. Jimin appears to bear tireless vivacity while Seokjin carries a confidence that does not always cause his words to be crafted kindly. Taehyung serves as the only respite between the two intense personalities and even then, Jungkook occasionally feels an impenetrable wall between them.
It’s been two weeks since Jungkook has forgiven them and he has finally grown accustomed to Seokjin’s directness. Usually, he takes the man’s remarks in one ear and lets it leave right out the other. When he has the energy and Seokjin has taken it too far, Jungkook will give the man an earful that results in Seokjin nodding along with reverence.
The man is making another comment about Jungkook’s wasted talents when the bell rings. Jungkook tries to withhold his sigh of relief.
“Jungkookie!” Namjoon’s voice calls.
He turns just in time to witness his friend’s face curl into a dimpled smile, one hand held up in an exaggerated wave. He’s followed by Hoseok, grinning as always, and Yoongi, expressionless as always.
It’s only because Jungkook faces them that he sees the exact moment the emotions, or lack thereof, dissolve into shock.
With the distinct click of the door closing, Jungkook finds himself standing in the middle of a battlefield.
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