《FATE 運命》06
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Another day in the life of taekook.
Both are facing each other because the art supplies are not enough to practice.
"It's my fault I should have checked it yesterday" said tae groaning
Jungkook just bit his lips
"You can go it's almost day" said tae turning away.
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Jungkook was walking in the hallway while students were muttering something.
"Jungkook" chimed jay
Jungkook smiled and joined the two.
"What's all the fuss about?" Asked jungkook.
"Heard we are getting a. Ew English teacher.
Jungkook just mouthed O
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Jungkook was just out for a walk because he got nothing to do and it's weekend so he just decided to walk down the street.
He was walking when he saw two fimilar figures.
He saw tae walking with Alec , talking with him more teaching him about surrounding .
Jungkook went silent again.
"I can't believe he's married, but I doubt. Alec doesn't look like tae " jungkook was busy in thinking , he didn't realised when he was in front of the two unless he got interrupted by a small voice .
"Kookie" said alec hugging jungkook's leg.
He looked at the boy , then he saw tae standing there silently.
"G-good evening si- tae"
"Gud eve jungkook"
Everything went silent more awkward to jungkook. But stars are in his favour. Alec took jungkook's hand .
"Will you walk with ush" said alec with doe eyes which jungkook find hard to deny.
He glanced at tae and he nodded.
They had a long silent trip, they played with Alec, had a little ice cream party , jungkook got to know that hobi has night shift so alec and tae are alone.
It was almost 7 in eve , and it's getting cold and dark. They were heading towards their homes.
Jungkook suddenly felt that they're on a wrong way like jungkook lives in 35 street and tae in 34 but they're going through long cut which leads to 35 street first .
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"Aren't we are on the wrong way?"
"No I'm walking you home since alec forced you to walk , moreover it's getting late." Said tae shuffling the sleeping boy on his shoulder.
Jungkook just hummed but inside he's jumping because the elder still cares for him.
The silence is killing jungkook moreover he still want to talk a lot with taehyung and we all know he's the king of killing curiosity.
"Tae"
"Mhh"
"Is alec your child?" Jungkook blurred out , tae stopped in the track and looked straight into jungkook's eyes.
"Yes"
"But your eyes are lying" said jungkook as a whisper.
"You have nothing to do with my personal life jungkook"
"No tae I want to talk"
"There's nothing to talk jungkook" said tae raising his voice a little.
"Tae but-"
"Plzz JUNGKOOK it's getting late . Go inside" said tae as he walked with a sleepy boy over his shoulders.
Jungkook stood their silent.
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"Aarghhh it's trusfrating" said jungkook groaning with the mess he created in his room.
This morning jungkook got a letter to take stuff out of the next room right to his room because new couple is getting in here with him.
He was annoyed at first because he has to share his lawn with his neighbours but he's happy to have neighbours.
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"Ouuuuchhhh yoongi hyung , watch out " said jimin rubbing his head as yoongi smashed the second box of his music CDs on jimin's head
" I'm sorry baby but just a little" said yoongi shoving the last box in the store room.
"But why are you cleaning the mess up?? why so sudden"
" Just wait I gotta surprise for you" said yoongi winking at jimin
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"It's ok jungkook you can leave for your class ,you can practicing stroking tommorow" said tae leaving the class.
Jungkook made his way towards his last class more which is unfortunately not biology but English since they gonna meet their new English teacher.
He settled between his friends getting busy with pages of the books untill he heard a fimilar voice.
"Hello students"..
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I've to write this chapter again
Votes are appreciated :))
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