Logolepsy (Taekook/ Vkook)

24. Begin Again

Please read the Table Of  Contents (chapter 1) for description.

HIGHLY highly recommended song— Begin Again- Taylor Swift (bc that is what this excerpt is based on)
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Took a deep breath in the mirror
He didn't like it when I wore high heels
But I do

Bow ties. It's not a mainstream accessory for someone to adorn on a daily basis. Taehyung however relishes in them.

They've always stockpiled a sense of completion in his deportment, without which he feels a feeble part of him missing constantly keeping him uneasy. Like an overly chipped nail.

He chuckles into the mirror, shakes his head. If he's being forced into a blind date, might as well put on what his ex quoted 'the most repelling thing to ever exist.'

He ties the red and yellow bow on his collar, makes it as pristine as he did two years ago when it used to be a necessity for his attire.

He chuckles again. This day better end soon.

Turned the lock and put my headphones on
You always said I didn't get this song
But I do, I do
Walked in expecting you'd be late
But you got here early and you stand and wave
I walk to you

The moment his eyes catch the name of the sushi-bar from the cab, he begins to shuffle in his sling bag for the headphones.
Muttering profanities, he ponders he should've pre-chosen the playlist to hear while he waits for the date he does not look forward to.

He doesn't pilot his feet to screech to a stop right outside the restaurant when his eyes immediately catch the only singularly occupied table at the side.

Taehyung fishmouths.

Although he's pretty sure of his hunch, he still second checks. He opens Jimin's chat box to where he sent a photo of the chosen one for himself; then glances at his watch.

This guy is half an hour early.
Oh and, is absolutely enchanting.

It's a curse how despicably advanced man claims to be, a picture doesn't do justice, not half, as even through the grime of the glass entrance, the boy radiates glitters in his aura.

So his hand flies straight to the bow tie that he snatches away from his collar and pockets quickly, clears his throat and induces himself for hours of discomfort.

You pull my chair out and help me in
And you don't know how nice that is
But I do

After a heckling monologue, he finally enters the venue. The jingle of the door syncs well with the bass- drum beats of his heart, as he beelines straight to the guy.

The aforementioned is quick to pull away the nail he was chewing on, and stands up as if to honour an arrival. That was new.

"Kim Taehyung." He extends an awkward hand in the air, not sure how semi-blind dates are supposed to greet.

Much to his triumphant relief, the guy takes it gladly and nods back. "Jeon Jungkook."

There's an arm full of illustrative tattoos emerging out of the sleeve of the folded sleeve of the grey cardigan. The handshake firm, but gentle at the same time.
He has his hair beautifully tossed back with a perfunctory flick loose on his forehead in the most Wade Walker style Taehyung has ever come across in real life.

Contrastingly though, Jungkook rushes to the opposite side and pulls the chair, something cinematically surprising to Taehyung, and waits for him to step in.