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This is all fluff.
Pairing: Taehyung x OFC
Genre: Fluff, Idol AU, Café Singer AU, Coffee Shop Au
Word count: 1.3k
Recommended Songs: Fly Me To The Moon - covered by Suhyun
Summary: She’s a foreign middle school teacher by day, a charming singer by night. Taehyung and company discover her at a small garden jazz café where she had a gig one night, only to find out from Jin that she was a teacher at a local school in Seoul — Jin's nephew and niece’s teacher, in fact. Taehyung finds himself on a surprise adventure to the moon.
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It was a Friday evening, and the seven boys of Bangtan were not in rehearsals. They were not prepping for the comeback, or cleaning up choreography. They were, however, about to have some November fun. They had decided to enjoy their Friday night by whisking themselves away to a small garden café hidden in plain sight in the middle of Seoul.
The place was recommended to Jin by his brother. Apparently, it was like a fairy garden. And it had live music. And it was private and little and relatively unknown. A different environment where seven tired artists could go to unwind and become reinspired after a long week.
Taehyung felt bewitched from the very moment he put a foot in the place. There was just something in the air.
They followed the waiter to a table behind a wall of greenery that concealed them from other diners. It granted them, however, a full view on the terrace in the middle of the garden where a band was starting to set up.
And there were no fans or cameras around, which was great.
“So, are we starting with the rounds?”
“Typical, we come somewhere to chill and he’s thinking about alcohol already,” said Namjoon, ruffling Jimin’s hair.
“Well, what else are we supposed to do on Friday nights!”
“Don’t make excuses for yourself, young man,” added Taehyung.
Jungkook put his around Namjoon, adding an, “Anyways, who’s buying the first round?,” just as Yoongi deadpanned, “Anyways, I’ll have one on the rocks.”
The antic garnered a knee-bending laughter fit from Hobi, but they were, of course, never not going to drink. At least enough to make a small toast. Even Taehyung.
Long story short, after bantering about their choice of booze for the night, they settled on one round of soju to begin. Or two. Jungkook was in the middle of pouring the last cup of the second round when Jin yelped out.
“Well, holy shit!”
“What? What?”
All of them turned to take a look at whatever made their eldest react like that. Turns out the girl in the band, the singer, apparently, had just sat down at her stool, facing the crowd.
She was a foreigner of olive skin. She had short chocolate hair. She also had a very pretty face.
“Hyung, I know she’s pretty, but I thought there were sasaengs or something,” scolded Suga.
“No, no. You don’t understand. I know her!”
“You know her?,” Jimin started lifting his brows.
“Shh! She’s a teacher at the kids’ school!”
The boys let out some “oooh’s”. He was talking about his niece and nephew. The twins always told him about school, and their new wonderful teacher was always in the conversation. Anyways, they had shown Jin some pictures of their school activities where she appeared. Naturally, he recognized her.
“And not just anything, she’s the art teacher.”
“So you mean she teaches art to nine-year-old’s aaand she’s also a singer?,” said Hobi.
“It makes sense that she does both things. Artists never settle for one thing,” Yoongi added, twirling the ice cubs on his whisky.
“Wait, now that I think of it, I think the guitarist is their teacher too. I‘ll ask them for a picture to confirm, but Jungkook-shi, by all means, keep on serving the rounds. We’re not getting any younger.”
The maknae rolled his eyes, yet continued. They toasted for the second round, continued to dig into their absolutely eye-watering dishes, and enjoyed the dreamy atmosphere of the café.
But Taehyung kept glancing at the terrace.
The singer was in fact very charming. She looked shy, hiding away behind the music stall. Her glance was fluttering around the room, and Taehyung thought it fell on him for a moment. Her brown eyes stirred a warmth on his insides. Or maybe it was the soju. Who knows.
“And how is she? As a teacher, I mean,” asked Namjoon.
“Oh, they love her. No, actually, they adore her,” Jin replied with a fling of his hand. “And that’s an understatement. They say she’s the best teacher in the world and stuff like that.”
The group “aw’d”. Jin’s phone buzzed.
“Ah, here it is.”
The elder’s phone was now getting passed ceremoniously around a table of tipsy men attempting to take a peek at the picture sent by Jin’s brother. When it got to Taehyung, he first noticed her smile. Indeed, the picture showed both musicians currently at the café posing with silly faces amid a sea of radiant kids holding what looked like hand-made maracas.
He glanced at her under the strings of yellow lights and the greenery of the terrace. She was talking to the guitarist, the other teacher, on her right. With the loveliest smile.
“Look at this one’s face!”
“Jung Hoseok, are you making fun of an innocent child?”
Taehyung barely registered his hyung imitating the kid’s funny face, the chorus of laughter all around him, and Jin fake-scolding the rest of them. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Was it him or were the sunflowers on her shirt swirling with the lights around her?
Right at that moment, Namjoon accidentally nudged him on the ribs, which brought him back to the table. Realizing he had probably been staring like a weirdo, he pulled his eyes back to his hyung.
“Anyways, the twins will be all giddy from the night before if they know they have art with her the next day. Everytime I go they’ll tell me all about her. No time for my stories,” he said dramatically. “I’ve become irrelevant in their eyes.”
“She looks like a lovely person, so I imagine she’s a lovely teacher too,” Taehyung conceded.
Just then, the guitarist spoke.
“Good evening everybody here tonight. Thank you for joining us today. The rain has stopped outside and the stars are out now. Is this not a beautiful setting for a gig?”
Murmurs of agreement rose throughout the café. The singer beamed, gesturing at the garden to get the crowd to look around. A giggle escaped Taehyung. Jimin clapped in tiny next to him.
“To start with our gig on this beautiful Friday evening, I’ll introduce our band for the night. I’m your guitarist, Junhae…”
Taehyung lost his sense of time when the singer suddenly glanced at him. But in a heartbeat her eyes had moved on.
“...And last but not least, our guest singer, a wonderful art teacher by day and dreamy vocalist by night, Lia.”
The singer flushed and bowed with shy, tiny smiles. Taehyung thought it all very endearing.
“We hope you feel the magic in tonight’s air as much as we do, and may the music carry you away. Without further ado… Li, take it away.”
He smiled at Lia, and Taehyung felt a twinge, just a twinge, of something twisting in his stomach. The guitarist could smile at the singer so freely. He envied that. He would do as much as smile to a girl and the press…
Deft fingers started to strum the strings with the chords, and the atmosphere immediately changed. Like the café came to life. Like a spell lingered in the night. And through the murmur of conversations and the clinks of cups, a voice rose.
“Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars…,” she started with the sweet voice of a mezzo soprano.
Taehyung had no idea what got over him. Neither did he have an idea of how this voice would end up entrapping him. For hours to come. For days. All he knows is the minute the warm melody in her honey voice began, he felt magic running from his scalp to the ends of every single hair on his body, electricity spreading from his chest to the very tips of his fingers and toes. It left him like a deer caught in the headlights.
It wasn’t because Fly Me To The Moon was one of his favorite songs ever—of course he was biased because he loved the song, so it had a lot to do, but that was beyond the point—. The performance just left him completely enthralled. A knot caught in his throat.
It was perfect: the musicians strummed away on the terrace in the garden against the backdrop of the blue hour, and the yellow fairy lights up above their heads danced off the dew droplets in the grass. The rich sound of the guitar floated all around them, prickling at everyone’s ears.
It felt… dreamy. He felt fuzzy. He saw stars.
He wasn’t sure if it was the soju or a coup de foudre, but he sure hoped it was the former. Because he couldn’t afford the latter. He knew he couldn’t.
A waft of chilly air slipped into his coat. He pulled it shut.
There it was, that twinge again.
The night was a perfect recipe to fall in love. Can you blame him? Can you blame them all for feeling just a tiny bit jealous of all the lovers who could share a moment like this? Like the one in the song? Like the one the atmosphere begged for?
The band continued to play, and, song after song, the singer’s voice continued to marvel their senses.
They left the café after a couple more hours of merry-making. The seven tipsy boys agreed that their evening had been an enchanting way to end their exhausting week. They pledged to keep coming back to the little hideaway.
There was just one problem.
The singer flew Taehyung to the moon, and his heart refused to come back down.
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