@regalkv: "Ugh." Taehyung says. The topi...

"Ugh." Taehyung says. The topic of marriage has come up over the past few years and he's always pushed it away, but he knows he can't delay it forever. "Show me a picture."

"No need, he said he would like to meet you in person first."

Taehyung scrunches his nose. "Strange. Can I have his number, at least?"

Taehyung's mother nods, and pulls out her phone. She presses a few buttons here and there, and sends him a contact. Taehyung saves it.

"I'll get going now." Taehyung's mother says, getting up. "Be home on time for dinner, at least."

Taehyung nods, and waves and watches his mother leave. He stares at the number, and wonders if he should go through with this.

He lowkey wants to convince this guy to step down, but isn't sure how, or even if he should. Biting his lips, Taehyung decides to shoot him a text.

– Hello, this is Dr. Kim Taehyung. When would be a nice time to meet up?

He stares at the blank space where a profile picture should be, and sighs. Taehyung already feels like this guy must be boring, maybe likes keeping a low profile.

He sighs, keeps his phone aside and gets back to work. There's no time to waste.

It's hours later at midnight right after he's home and has just finished having dinner, that Taehyung's phone dings.

He's about to go to bed, tired from another long day of work at the hospital, and the sound irritates him.

Huffing, he rolls over in bed and grabs his smartphone, pulling it closer to his face to see who's texting him at this hour.

But when he sees the text, he remembers.

He opens the message, and reads it.

– Hello, thank you for reaching out. You can call me Jungkook. Sorry for the late response, I just got off work. How is tomorrow for meeting up? And if it's okay, can I call you hyung?

There's something about the way the message has been framed that makes Taehyung read it three times over.

It's worded so well, seems so polite. Heck, he even offered to call him hyung already. Taehyung feels his shoulders relax.

Taehyung puts the name together with the surme, and says it out loud just to hear what it sounds like. "Jeon Jungkook. Hmm."

He stares back at his phone, and types out a reply.

– Tomorrow is great, but I'll be on duty during daytime. I hope it's fine if we meet in the evening? And sure, hyung is fine. Also, why don't you have a display picture?

Taehyung feels stupid asking, but sends it in anyway. And then, he waits for a reply.

His phone makes another sound immediately.

– Sure, the evening is fine. We'll decide on a place tomorrow. And I don't really like taking pictures. You can see me in person tomorrow. I promise, I'm not too bad to look at.

Taehyung almost chuckles at the last line, when Jungkook sends him another text.

– By the way, I saw your pictures. You're very beautiful. Good night.

And Taehyung feels like his entire body melts into a giant pool of liquid as he reads the word, his cheeks blushing like crazy.

And he hasn't even met the guy yet.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, and types out a reply.

– Thank you, good night. See you tomorrow, Jungkook.

Jungkook reads the message immediately, but there isn't any other reply. Taehyung puts his phone aside, and rolls over to the other side of his bed.

He can't swoon already, he thinks, and yet, Taehyung finds a part of him looking forward to meeting Jungkook.

Taehyung feels stupid. He hasn't seen Jungkook, just talked to him once, and here he is, after work at some café, waiting for him.

It feels exactly like a blind date, except that this could lead to marriage.

But that's the thing. Taehyung is kind of looking for a way to explain to Jungkook why this would be unnatural and would probably not work out.

He doesn't have solid reasons, but he just doesn't feel ready for marriage yet and he has to get out of it somehow.

He pushes Jungkook's polite messages to the back of his mind because he doesn't want to be distracted from what he's here for – They really made him blush.

Although, Jungkook seems nice so far and Taehyung wants to make sure he doesn't hurt Jungkook's feelings with his words.

He hasn't put in too much effort into looking good, either. It's not like he's here to impress Jungkook.

Coming straight from work, Taehyung was sure he smells like a hospital, and applied a lot of deodorant. He sits back in his chair, and wonders what Jungkook would be like.

He imagines an average looking guy in a button down shirt, maybe glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.

Maybe he likes talking about business and finances and would be bored if Taehyung started talking about how he handled that one case last night.

Pulling Taehyung out of his thoughts, his phone dings again, and he can see that it's a text from Jungkook. Taehyung can't explain to himself why his heart skips a beat upon reading it.

– I'm here.

Taehyung looks around nervously, heart rate suddenly picking up.

He doesn't even know how to recognise Jungkook, or what he's wearing.

He's just about to text him and ask, but just then, the huge glass door is pushed open and someone walks in.

Someone Taehyung couldn't even conjure up in his dreams, and he stares for a good few seconds.

Is this Jungkook?

Dapper in a suit there's a hint of tattoos on his right hand that Taehyung can spot from afar. Metal studs adorn his face and ears, and he looks like he walked out of a corporate fashion photoshoot.

The man is so, so handsome, but Taehyung isn't sure if this is Jungkook.

He'd be disappointed if someone else walks in behind him and rushes to greet him because the bar is suddenly very high.

But he doesn't have to wonder for long, because when Jungkook's eyes find him, they glint with recognition and he breaks into a small smile, making his way towards Taehyung.

And Taehyung doesn't even realise that his mouth is open until it runs a little dry.

"Hi." Jungkook holds out a hand in front of Taehyung, voice sweet but firm. "I'm Jungkook. Hope you're not disappointed."

Taehyung closes his mouth and gulps, almost hitting his knee when he tries to stand and take his hand.

"Hi." Taehyung says, feeling a little lightheaded. "Umm, you're– I had no idea what you look like."

"I'm sorry, I would have sent you a picture but selfies annoy me." Jungkook chuckles. "Please sit."

Taehyung does, and suddenly all the reasons he had mentally chalked down start to dissolve into thin air. He can't even remember them.

But he knows he shouldn't be swayed by Jungkook's beauty. Taehyung isn't superficial.

But then, Jungkook takes off his coat, and Taehyung can see the sleeves right around his muscles and the buttons fighting for their life against his chest.

Taehyung grabs his glass and takes a sip of water. Maybe he's a little superficial.

"You look nice." Jungkook compliments him without hesitation. "You look like you came from work, but you look nice nevertheless."

Taehyung is taken aback, because he was trying to not look good on purpose. "Really? Are you sure?"

Jungkook chuckles, and his bunny like teeth peek out. He suddenly looks younger, and it softens the sharp edges of his face. "Why would I lie to you?"

Taehyung nods. "So, you're two years younger than me. Are you okay with marrying at this age?"

Jungkook hums, narrowing his eyes. "I don't mind it, is what I would say. I'm fine with an arranged marriage as long as I like the person. I don't have the time to meet people anyway, so it's okay."

It sounds a lot like Taehyung's life, and he can relate.

"And what do you think about marrying...me?" Taehyung stresses the last word.

Jungkook's lips slowly stretch into a beautiful smile. "All I'll say is that I said yes to meeting you immediately after I saw your photographs."