[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|
*•Three Years Later•*
The large auditorium of SEOUL NATIONAL UNIVERSITY is filled with proud families, students in black gowns, and flashes from cameras as student's names were called one by one.
Outside, the sky is clear, warm sun shining bright gently, as if even the heavens are celebrating.
Taehyung stood tall on the stage, dressed in his academic gown and the cap, a golden medal around his slim neck. His name had just been announced.
Topper of the Year: Kim Taehyung.
Applause filled the hall.
He bowed, slowly stepping back with trembling hands holding the certificate.
His eyes scanned the crowd from the stage, so many unknown faces, clapping politely. He swallowed thickly.
“Does it even matter?” he thought, heart heavy, “Graduating, even... topping… I thought no one would care.”
But then he saw them.
In the second row, cheering loudly, Seokjin with tears in his eyes and clapping like a proud parent.
Namjoon smiling calmly, his phone recording the moment.
Hoseok waving excitedly, Jaewook beside him with his usual calm grin.
And next to them stood Jungkook, in his middle school uniform, holding a handmade little banner that said:
"CONGRATS ANGEL HYUNG!"
Taehyung’s eyes blurred instantly. He blinked fast, biting his lip to keep the tears in.
They came. They cared. They cherished.
He stood at the podium for a short speech, smiling at his cute family.
“Hello everyone,” he began, his voice calm but soft. “I… never thought I’d stand here. I almost gave up during my high school. I thought… maybe this wasn’t for me.”
He paused, breathing shakily.
“But then… people around me, they held me up. They didn’t let me quit. They reminded me who I was and what I could do.”
He glanced at his little group again, smiling as a tear escaped. They just awed at him.
“This moment belongs to them as much as it does to me. Thank you… for never giving up on me, even when I wanted to give up on myself.”
