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The air was cool and crisp as orange autumn leaves drifted to the ground in front of the bakery. Strangers rushed past, hands shoved into pockets, noses pressed into scarves. The small wood sign outside the shop creaked with each breeze of wind that made its way down the busy street.
Inside was much warmer, a fireplace cracked happily in the back corner, filling the shop with warmth. The air smelled of sugar and spices and the old leather of the chairs and couches scattered throughout the shop. It was comforting and inviting, welcoming every customer in with open arms.
Behind the counter of the bakery stood a young man, doe eyes wide and bright as he smiled. He fit well into the atmosphere of the shop, his brown hair and deep eyes adding to the warmth of the building. His laugh would drift through the air, lightening the mood of those within. His nametag, tacked haphazardly onto his apron, was old and faded but easily read. "Kookie".
He would take pastries out of the case beside him for his customers, happily chattering about the recipes, and how these ones are fresh out of the oven! He would beam brightly whenever his goods were complimented, and he always promised to pass them along to the baker.
Sometimes a sound or two would drift out of the kitchen, and Kookie would turn his head just a little, listening a little harder. After a few moments of silence, he would laugh to himself and go about his business. He would put the beans in the coffee machine with a contented sigh and wait for the sound of brewing.
Only once the coffee was brewed and the smell wafted through the bakery, would the baker show his face to the world. At the smell of the beans he would drift from his place in the kitchen towards the coffee pot and slowly pour two cups. His hair was almost white, and his skin not much darker, but his eyes were dark and deep and spoke of mysteries. He would stand leaning against the counter and sip slowly at one of the cups, breathing in the smell and sighing.
Kookie would move towards him then, grabbing the other cup with a large, toothy grin, and only then would the other's pink kitten lips stretch into a smile. His smile was soft and small, but just as genuine as Kookie's. The nametag pinned to his apron was straight and perfect, "Suga".
He would turn to the pastry case, then, making notes of what to make more of. He would ask how the customers liked the new flavor, and how did they feel about white instead of milk chocolate? Kookie would answer easily, warmly, they liked the raspberry better, and the white chocolate was a big hit.
Suga would nod and put his empty cup on the counter and return to the kitchen silently. He never spoke to the customers himself, preferring baked goods to socialization, but that was all right. Kookie loved the customers, and was always willing to share a story or two.
Kookie had heard some customers gossiping once. He was cleaning a table near them, and they'd spoken just loud enough for him to hear.
"They don't really fit together, do they?"
"Who? Suga and Kookie?"
"Yeah. Kookie is all warm and Suga is all cold. They're like opposites. I wonder if they even get along outside of the bakery?"
Kookie returned to his spot at the counter and laughed quietly to himself. Sure, he and Suga were complete opposites, but they'd never met Jungkook and Yoongi. Kookie was bubbly and outgoing, but Jungkook was shy and stumbled over his words. Suga was quiet and stoic, but Yoongi was cuddly and wrote lyrics about love.
Kookie and Suga didn't get along outside of the bakery because they didn't exist outside of the bakery. When the door to Sugakookies was locked for the night, Jungkook and Yoongi would return home hand in hand.
The customers would never see the way Yoongi melts under Jungkook's questing fingers. They'd never see Jungkook shiver as Yoongi moves against him. They'd never hear the way they'd whisper "I love you" and "stay with me" and "always". They'd never know that Jungkook and Yoongi aren't opposites, they're halves of the same whole.