Taehyung arrived at exactly noon.
He was — there was no other way to put it — beautiful. Not in the sharp, dangerous way Jungkook was. In a different way. Softer around the edges. Box smile that appeared the moment he saw her, eyes that crinkled at the corners, brown hair falling across his forehead in a way that looked effortless but probably wasn't. He wore a deep blue suit with no tie, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, and he carried two bags of food like they were trophies.
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