[TaeKook Fanfic ?]
Jeon Jungkook is just a baby when he first met Kim Taehyung, his kind and a gentle babysitter.
As the years passed, his small crush slowly grew into something deeper.
This is SOFT, SWEET, SLOW love story about growing up, findi...
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|Author's Pov|
*°~Study's Room~°*
Taehyung followed Seokjin down the quiet hallway, the soft glow of the hallway lights guiding their steps. His heart is still fluttering from the silent sweet interaction with Jungkook.
The word “Angel” echoed in his mind, making his cheeks warm again.
No one had ever called him with a sweet before not even his grandma, who cared for him like a son.
Seokjin opened the door to a cozy looking study room, and gestured for Taehyung to sit.
He closed the door gently behind them and he turned with a calm, reassuring smile.
“You must be a little overwhelmed,” Seokjin said, taking a seat across from him.
“Jaewook has gone through a lot lately, and so has Jungkook. We’re trusting you with something very precious.” Seokjin mumbled with soft smile.
Taehyung nodded quickly, his long fingers still nervously playing with the hem of his sleeve, mumbling.
“I’ll do my best, I promise.”
“I know you will.” Seokjin leaned forward slightly, staring at him.
“Your aunty spoke highly of your maturity. That’s rare for someone your age. This job... won’t be easy, but I will help you with everything you need. You’re not alone, okay?”
Taehyung looked up and met his eyes, a quiet soft relief spreading across his face. “Thank you, Sir.”
Seokjin laughed. "Call me hyung." Taehyung nodded, hesitated and nervous.
Seokjin smiled and stood up, walking over to a drawer and pulling out a soft-looking pink notebook.
“Here,” he said, handing it to Taehyung.
“This has a basic routine, Jungkook’s sleeping time, his meals, and favorite toys."
(Taehyung's brows furrowed, Jin smile)
"You don’t need to follow it perfectly, but it helps.” Seokjin added gently.
Taehyung took it carefully, holding it like something valuable, whispered.
“Thank you, hyu...ng.”
Just then, there's a brief knock, and the door opened slightly. Jaewook peeked in, his usual calm expression tinged with exhaustion.