A soon as the group sat down, they started shooting questions at Taehyung. If Jungkook was in his position, he would feel incredibly uncomfortable, but Taehyung was Taehyung, so he answered every Question with a bright smile. Jungkook watched him from afar, only halfheartedly listening to what was said. He knew most of it anyway. He knew everything about Taehyung, every little perfect thing about him. So instead he focused on his face, Taehyungs soothing, low voice sticking out between the others in the background. He was absorbed in studying the boys features when he felt someone nudge him from the side. He turned around, looking into his best friends wide eyes. “ You didn't ing tell me that your ex is cute as !” the latter whisper-yelled out.“You didn't ask. Besides, it's not like it matters, you could never get him, midget” he retorted, voice slightly defensive. Jimin gave him an angry glare, slapping his shoulder rather harshly. “. Why are you my best friend again?” “Cuz I'm awesome.” “Yeah sure. Anyways, that's not what I meant. He's super hot but he's not my Type and I still don't like him.” “You have a type? Just some helpful advice, take what you can get, people like you shouldn't be picky “ “What have I ever done to you to deserve this kind of treatment?” Jungkook chuckled at the others words. It had always been like this between them. Almost all they did was bickering, making fun of each other and doing everything possible to embarrass the other in some way. But still, even if they rarely said it with words, they loved each other. He took a sip of his wine again, his gaze sweeping over the guests. And right when his eyes set on Taehyung, said boy looked in his direction. Their eyes met, electricity flowed through his veins and when the other offered him a small, warm smile, his heart fluttered. Jungkook always loved the way the older´s teeth would show whenever he grinned, the corners of his beautiful rosy lips tilting upwards. Their small moment was interrupted when an not so subtle cough cut through the loud conversations, all the heads turning towards the unfamiliar voice. An rather annoyed, but yet really pretty looking male stood next to their table, a notepad and a pen in his hand, more than ready to take their order. The Ravenette heard a sharp intake of breath to his rig