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