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"Why are you here?" Jungkook asked, not giving a look at Tae. He's busy reading a book — a philosophy book.
Tae put the aid kit on his table, and it caught Jungkook's attention. "Why do you have that?"
"The trainer taught us first aids. So I might wanna try it on you."
Jungkook's wounds are a bit fine now. But the stab on his abdomen is still aching.
Jungkook shook his head. "Mr. Kim, I'm literally wounded—"
Tae pouted, "I want realistic things. And it'll train me more. Come on!" He said and opened the kit.
"That's not how it works. Besides, don't you still have another training—"
"Its already 6 in the eve and the trainings are done. Just please, please, let me do this? Pleaaaaase?"
Jungkook doesn't know what to think. How can he reject him when he's acting cute like that?
"Fine." Jungkook sighed, closing the book he was reading.
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Captain Jeon ; since 1894
Fanfiction"When the war is over, we'll get married and I'll grow flowers like you, and our story will be one of the most beautiful love tales in the universe." - a letter found in the pocket of a dead soldier ; Captain Jungkook Jeon, 1895. Taekook fanfiction...
