BOOK 1
Jeon Jungkook, a quiet boy who loves to draw, One day, as he cleaned his room, He found an empty notebook in his drawer.
He decides to take it and draw. He never thought magic would appear in between the pages.
Kim Taehyung, a nerd who loves...
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Jungkook looked at Taehyung as if he was the only person in the room. Taehyung was taller than the last time he saw him, he just couldn't think about it when he was so emotional and scared, but now, back in his senses, he saw it. Taehyung was becoming a man. And Jungkook is still behind, still a child, his eyebrows only reaching Taehyung's mouth. He felt ashamed, falling at fifteen, toward and seventeen years old who will become a man sooner than it feels. And yet, the words echoing inside his head, about how two years is not much when you love someone. Is this love or a crush that will pass like his last one?
Kim Taehyung, now that he noticed, his face had become sharp, cheeks not as puffy, and his hair had become longer that his black roots were showing. All these signs tell him that he is still a child. Shameful really, and yet the older keep on looking at him with such adoration, is he close to him and staying by his side because he looks like a younger brother to him? Or is it actually the romantic love Jungkook was so hopeful to get. Reading people was hard, maybe he just needs to wait for the older boy to tell him what he thinks. A word out of a young man's mouth. And yet Taehyung's soul was still so child-like. Two years away from Kim Taehyung felt like two years too much and yet Jungkook's heart was still beating while his crush turned into something more, what a shame.
"Are you okay? You are just standing there," Taehyung shook him out of his thoughts. "Yeah, fine. If you are not looking at the mess this place is, I can totally see how much you love sci-fi." "You can come inside, maybe help me organize my room?" "This is your room, not mine," Jungkook tried to evade the responsibility that wasn't even his. "Please, Kookie, I'm tired from working all day." the brunette said, his lower lip protruded in a sulky pout. Technically, Taehyung was right about being probably exhausted from serving people all day and walking back and forth from class to class.
"Will I get credit?" "Probably all of the credit, I hate organizing my room," Taehyung lied down on his bed as Jungkook stepped a little further inside, almost stepping on a stash of comics. "You know," Jungkook started to talk as he reached to lift the pile of comics off the floor, "my room is most of the time tidy because of my aunt." "She's tidying your room?" Taehyung sat down from his lying position. "No, I am the one who's tidy. She is scary when it comes to untidy rooms. Where do I put these?" The room was small. Yes. But only because of the furniture who appeared to be in big size, since the owner is a seventeen-year-old teenager.
Taehyung stood up and took the comics from the younger's hands, "you don't have to, I was kidding." "That's okay, if I'm going to stay here tonight then I prefer that my host will have a clean room." "If only I knew you would come and have such a big request." Jungkook giggled and took back the comic books. He walked to the shelves where a lot of books were held in an unorganized order. "You can clean the other things while I'll organize your bookshelves." "so you are this kind of person." "what?" "when I was in your house I noticed that all the books were in order, left to right by the author's last names." "My mother is an author, and I love books. My father is a lawyer. There is no such thing as an 'unorganized bookshelf'."
