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Yoongi's favourite part of the day was at the end, when he walked home from work, tired and drained, to stop to eat a churro. Two blocks away from his apartment, a boy just a little younger than him owned a tiny food truck, big enough for only two customers at a time, a pretty sign with bold letters and yellow lights to decorate.
Yoongi liked it a lot, the warm lights were cozy and the churros were delicious. And he might be a little bit attracted to the guy that makes said churros. But that was unimportant.
He sighed as he sat down, Taehyung turning to him in surprise.
"You're here kind of late," He says with his honeyed, deep voice. He was wearing a pretty, long dangly earring that almost reached his shoulder. Yoongi always wondered how he could see under his long bangs.
"I'm only, like," Yoongi glanced at his rolex, "... An hour late."
"Not late at all," Taehyung grinned, "of course. The regular?"
"Yep," Yoongi said, resting his face in his hand as he watched Taehyung make the churros. Yoongi loved Taehyung's smile, he'd never seen any smile like it. It was cute and blocky and kind of looked like a heart, Yoongi found it adorable.
"You're tired, too," Taehyung noted.
"So observative," Yoongi drawled, "are you going to make my churros super-special since I'm so tired?"
Taehyung eyed him, "Are you trying to get a discount?"
"Of course not," Yoongi said sarcastically, "I just want you to make my churros super special."
"I always make them super special," Taehyung rolled his eyes, "it's why they're always so good. I’m not giving you a discount."
"But then they wouldn't be special," Yoongi argued, "if everyone gets the same quality."
"Fine," Taehyung laughed, "I'll make yours super-duper-special," he wiggled his eyebrows at Yoongi.
"Oh?" Yoongi couldn't help a smile. Seeing Taehyung always put him in a good mood, which was probably why he stopped by every weekday.
"I'll add in my secret ingredient," Taehyung boasted, "and they'll be even better than usual."
"And what is that secret ingredient?" Yoongi asked, unamused.
"It's a secret for a reason, hyung," Taehyung chuckled. Yoongi rolled his eyes at the boy. He didn't notice anything special about the churros, nothing out of the ordinary. The churros were already done, but before Taehyung handed them to Yoongi he told the older to close his eyes.
"Are you going to poison my churros?" Yoongi asked, doing as told and holding his hand over his shut eyes.
"No," Taehyung giggled. There was a pause, "done. Your churros have been blessed."
"You put holy water in my churros," Yoongi opened his eyes and received the churros. They looked the same. He stood up and waved goodbye to Taehyung, "I hope the holy water makes the churros godlike, you little idiot."
"I blessed them," Taehyung yelled after him as Yoongi bit into a churro, "with my lips!" Yoongi choked on the churro.
The next day was the same boring routine, but at least he'd done well on work. He walked down the street and stopped in front of Taehyung's tiny food truck.
"Had a good day, sir?" Taehyung laughed.
"You poisoned my churros yesterday," Yoongi accused, "you ruined them with your cooties. I can and will sue."
"Yoongi you're a grown man," Taehyung couldn't stop giggling.
"This isn't a laughing matter you dirty microwave," Yoongi sat down and glared at the laughing younger, "stop laughing god dammit."
"You're so cute," Taehyung grinned, "you're adorable."
"I'm older than you, you used dildo."
Taehyung cracked up, "where do you get your insults?"
"In work, sometimes, I get really angry at people," Yoongi explained, "but of course you can't call them names in their face, so I cope by calling them all the weird insults I can come up with in my head."
"That's a wonderful way to spend your work time indeed," Taehyung nodded solemnly.
Yoongi glared at him, "shut up, you tasteless ratatouille." Taehyung almost choked laughing.
"The usual?" He asked between laughs, "oh gosh my stomach hurts now."
"You know the deal," Yoongi slumped on the chair and rest his head in his hand, checking his phone. He had so many useless emails, the notifications stressed him and he was always tempted to ignore them. He wondered for how long he could ignore his emails and survive. An educated guess would be about half a day. His mind wandered off and he was brought back by the smell of fresh churros.
"Want the special ingredient today too?" Taehyung asked, grinning his stupidly cute block smile.
"Hm," Yoongi tried not to blush as he teased the younger, "I don't know, I didn't quite taste the magic in the churros last time. That secret ingredient wasn't as life changing as I expected it to be."
Taehyung handed him the churros with a sigh, "I guess I'll have to," he grabbed Yoongi's tie and pulled him close, hastily pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, "up my recipe then."
Yoongi could have dropped his churros right then and there (a tragedy) and he almost did if it wasn't for the fact that Taehyung was still holding onto them. Yoongi blushed and pulled his hand away.
"I'm suing for sexual harassment," He said as he stomped away, chewing on his churros. Stupid Taehyung laughed, his face pink, as Yoongi left.
"You're telling me you have a crush on a dude that works in a churro food truck?" Hoseok marveled, "that's definitely unexpected."
"I don't have a crush on Taehyung-" Yoongi said, exasperated.
"Um, yeah you do," Hoseok rolled his eyes, "the other day I mentioned churros and you blushed. Who the hell blushes over churros? You don't even like churros that much!"
"Shut up," Yoongi muttered.
"Our Yoongi has grown up," Hoseok whined, "he's all big now, ready to leave the nest."
"I'm older than both you and Namjoon, you wet sandwich." Yoongi slapped the back of Hoseok's head.
"Your insults get weirder every day," Hoseok murmured.
"And you get more annoying every day," Yoongi muttered, "dick shit."
They talked some more, the topics ranging from churro boy to why humans existed on the planet and if life had any meaning to it. Somehow everything ended up being about Taehyung.
“Well, it’s getting late,” Hoseok stood up, “good luck with the churro boy.”
“Shut up,” Yoongi said, waving Hoseok away. He laughed and closed the door behind him
Yoongi didn’t have a crush on Taehyung. Well, maybe, but he didn’t have a real crush on him. Yoongi was just temporarily infatuated. That was all.
That wasn’t all. Each day he felt more drawn in by Taehyung, by his stupid block smile and shaggy bangs. And it didn’t help that Taehyung flirted with him (then again Yoongi kept asking for the secret ingredient but,)
“Are you in college?” Yoongi asked, biting on a churro. He’d been let out early from work, so he wasn’t in a hurry to go home.
“Yeah, this is my last year.” Taehyung nodded.
“How do you manage the food truck and your studies?” Yoongi couldn’t hide his impressed tone.
“I only work in the evening, and sometimes I study for test when there’s few customers.”
“I usually come around when there’s few customers but not once have I seen you studying,” Yoongi accused.
Taehyung grinned, “that’s because you’re special.”
“Am I?” Yoongi asked, blushing a little, "or are you just lazy and don't study?"
Taehyung chuckled, “you’re my favorite customer,” he smiled again and leaned forward, “you get my undivided attention.”
“I still don’t get discounts though.”
Taehyung laughed, “you and your discounts- I'm quite sure you earn a lot of money.“
“I like saving money, you stale biscuit,” Yoongi complained.
“I like being able to pay off my student loans,” Taehyung shot back, “you… pathetic banana.”
Yoongi almost choked laughing, “pathetic banana?”
“Your insults are rubbing off me.” he shrugged. “Kiss before you go?”
Yoongi froze, his face warm. He grabbed his suitcase and nodded, unable to look at Taehyung. They did this every day, really, Taehyung always gave him a kiss in the cheek, or he’d touch his lips with his fingers and then boop Yoongi’s nose. The indirect kisses and pecks on the cheek became routine. It was just the first time Taehyung had said it so boldly.
Taehyung leaned forward and pressed his lips against Yoongi’s cheek.
“Bye,” he sat back and waved at Yoongi, his face bright red.
“Bye, Tae.” Yoongi chuckled, seeing the younger so flustered at his own action amused him. He stood up to leave, but then, with a sudden impulsive movement, he grabbed Taehyung by the collar and kissed the corner of his mouth. He waved goodbye and watched the boy have a mental breakdown.
Many unexpected things happened in Yoongi’s life, but crashing into Taehyung at an expensive restaurant definitely took the crown. He was wearing a buttoned down shirt with pretty designs on it, white and gray, tucked into black jeans. He was wearing a tie with the gucci snake on it and his hair was neatly combed. It was a drastic change from his lame, bright orange apron over a dirty white shirt.
“Is that,” Yoongi stared Taehyung up and down, “gucci?”
“Yoongi?” Taehyung mirrored Yoongi’s movements, looking at him from head to toe. If anyone saw them they looked like they were violently checking each other out. Yoongi wasn’t wearing anything expensive, he was wearing rimmed black glasses and a turtleneck, along with tight black jeans. They looked like they’d switched wardrobes, almost. Yoongi wearing casual clothes and Taehyung dressed in a fancy dress shirt.
“Why is your tie gucci,” Yoongi stared at the snake. It was the only thing on his mind
“It’s fake,” Taehyung giggled.
“Oh my god,” Yoongi said, exasperated. He should have expected such.
“I’ve never seen you wearing anything like this,” Taehyung said, “your glasses are cute.”
“You dress like you’re going to the funeral of someone you really hate.” Yoongi noted.
“Do I?”
“Or to a fancy art gallery, maybe.” Yoongi looked at Taehyung’s outfit once more, “do you always dress like this?” Tae half nodded, half shrugged.
“So…” Taehyung glanced inside at the restaurant, “we were both heading inside until we unceremoniously crashed into each other.”
“Spare me the long speech, we’re on a date,” Yoongi grabbed his hand and pulled him along. A bold move, Yoongi was proud of himself. Mental pat on the back.
“I mean-!” Taehyung yelped, “I was getting to that!”
They sat down, Taehyung blushing and fiddling with his long earring. That damn earring- how did it not get caught on anything?
“You come here often?” Yoongi asked. He scanned the menu but settled for what he usually asked for.
“No, it’s my first time here,” Taehyung muttered, “I don’t know what to order.”
“I’m biased but they have really good steak- and I don’t know if you like seafood but their breaded calamari is good.”
“fried shrimp, you mean?”
“... Yeah, fried shrimp.”
“Hella.”
The waitress didn’t bat an eye at the two of them, she wrote down the orders and left.
“Tell me more about yourself,” Yoongi smiled coyly at Taehyung.
“I’m not, like, super interesting…” Taehyung shrugged, blushing.
“Anything,” Yoongi said, “hobbies, habits, just tell me things.”
“Well, I like drawing and photography,” Taehyung murmured, “I’ve been hired for modeling and acting.”
“You’re into the arts,” Yoongi nodded, “what’s your major?”
“I’m currently studying economics for my major, and photography for my minor.”
The food arrived and they thanked the waitress, who smiled stiffly and left. Working at a restaurant, like, sapped the life out of people. The cheerful waiters were probably high, or new.
They definitely ate the food too quickly, they basically inhaled the food.
“Hungry?” Yoongi asked Taehyung (although he, too, has finished the food in less than five minutes).
“Not as much as you,” Taehyung answered mockingly.
“... Want dessert?”
“One or two?” Taehyung didn't even hesitate.
“... Let’s look at the options first.”
The dessert menu offered many options, and choosing was almost impossible.
“I say cheesecake,” Taehyung put the menu down.
“The berry pie is bigger,” Yoongi argued.
“The cheesecake is cheaper and yummier!”
Yoongi sighed, “Fine but don’t complain when I steal all of it.”
they ordered the cheesecake and it got to them some minutes later, the entire time they waited was just Yoongi warning Taehyung that he could and would eat all of the cheesecake by himself. They stared at the dessert for a second.
“Mine, bitch.” Yoongi attacked the cheesecake, using his spoon to it’s fullest potential, grabbing large portions and stuffing his mouth. Taehyung yelped in surprise, caught off guard, and tried to steal back the rest of the dessert. He didn’t do a great job and only managed three (3) spoonfuls of the cheesecake. He pouted at Yoongi.
“I’m paying so,” Yoongi shrugged.
A look of form determination appeared on Taehyung’s face, and he pursued his lips. He grabbed Yoongi’s face and kissed him, his tongue swiping around his mouth. As quickly as he’d kissed him he backed away, dropping his hands back and sitting down.
People stared. Yoongi’s face was unbearably warm and he knew he was blushing like an idiot. He heard whispers and his face got even hotter.
“I can’t believe you,” Yoongi hissed under his breath.
“I just wanted to taste the cheesecake again,” Taehyung said innocently, licking his lips. The audacity .
“Fuck you,” Yoongi huffed. He payed the check, even though Taehyung insisted that he could pay his own half, and they got up to leave. Taehyung shamelessly grabbed Yoongi’s hand and they walked out with everyone’s eyes on them. “You’re going to ruin my reputation.”
“What reputation?” Taehyung laughed. His hand was cold and it felt nice and that was the only reason Yoongi didn’t let go. Obviously.
“I work for a big company and now I’m dating a boy that sells churros and buys fake gucci. And publicly assaults me.” Yoongi realized his mistake too late. Taehyung’s face was pink and he had a dumb smile on his face. “Wait-”
“Yoongi said he’s dating me~” Taehyung giggled.
“Irl typo.”
“Of course.”
“I wish I could get myself a cute churro guy,” Hoseok sighed.
“Why are you still here.” Yoongi deadpanned, taking his lips off Taehyung’s neck. (a/n hoseok is my life mood)
Hoseok sighed again and stood up melodramatically, sigh after sigh as he walked to the door. “Oh the lonely single life,” he moaned, “ so lonely .”
Taehyung giggled.
“Get out we’re not interested in a third party,” Yoongi snapped. Hoseok let out a loud sigh (more like a groan) and opened the door.
“You’d be missing out,”
“Bye, Hoseok.” Yoongi yelled. Hoseok closed the door with yet another sigh.
“He sighed twenty-three times,” Taehyung murmured.
“You counted?” Yoongi rolled his eyes, “of course you did.” He pressed a soft kiss to Taehyung’s lips. Taehyung’s lips were really soft, unlike Yoongi who bit his lips on a daily basis and thus ruined them. Taehyung draped his arms over Yoongi and held him close, whispering sweet promises like poems written on cracked walls. Yoongi held him back, words between kisses so close that they were inherently whispering into each other’s mouths.
“When you first stopped by my food truck,” Taehyung murmured, “my first thought was that you looked like an asshole.”
“Not completely wrong,” Yoongi acknowledged, his hands fiddling with Taehyung's pant loops.
“My second thought was that you were a very, very attractive asshole. Hot.” Taehyung pressed himself close, his tongue subtly slipping in and out of Yoongi’s mouth.
“Was it the gucci belt,” Yoongi sighed, “you only want me for my money.”
Taehyung broke the kiss and leaned back, laughing, “no!” He smiled fondly at Yoongi, “I think I started liking you when you came by really tired, and you almost dozed off while I made churros... That’s also when I started talking to you more.”
“Hm… I don’t remember that. But I do remember that one day that you sneezed and it was cute and I looked at you clearly for the first time and realized you were a god among mortals.”
“Stop,” Taehyung giggled, “did you not notice my beauty until I sneezed ?”
“... Yeah.”
Taehyung kissed Yoongi, “you’re actually a huge dork.”
“My identity has been compromised.” Yoongi murmured, kissing back. He let his lips linger against Taehyung’s for a second until he leaned back. “Hey, dumbass,”
“Hm?” Taehyung smiled.
“I like you lots,” Yoongi buried his face in Taehyung’s neck, “even if you smell like aveeno stress relief lotion.”
‘Hey it’s a nice smell!”
“Sure.”