𝕋'𝔸𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕣. 《Taekook》

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It was evening and Jungkook was sitting on his mother's lap, who was brushing his hair softly, 

'How was school, baby?'

Jungkook further snuggled up against her neck and spoke in a muffled tone,

'Kwookie was bwored...'

'Why so?'

'Nwo twalk...'

'No one talked to my Kookie? Hmm?;

'Yeshh...'

'It's okay, baby. They will talk, but it will take some time. But, tell me, did anyone tease you?'

'Nuu~ B-bwut...'

'Yes, baby?'

'Me swee hwyungies...'

'Huh? Can you be more precise, sweetheart?'

'Twhey all bwig, and twey frweinds twoo, bwut, twhey dwon't lwike Kwookie!'

'Aww, my baby. It's alright. You see, they don't know you right now, but with time, they'll all be your friends.'

Jungkook's eyes sparkled at the thought, 'Rweally?'

'Yes, lovely. Okay now, it's late and you need to wake up early too, go and brush your teeth and then I'll tell you stories. Hmm?'

'owkayy!'

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Mrs. Jeon closed her son's room door and went to her room, which was just beside the first's. She sat on her bed and looked at the photo frame which held her's and kookie's picture, where the boy was smiling his bunny-toothed smile. She felt bad, for lying to her son. She knew that people won't take him nicely and might even tease him, that's why she had homeschooled the boy all those previous years, but it won't be too bad, would it? Trying to let the boy know what's the reality and make him face the world? She massaged her forehead and laid down, praying for the boy's safety. The same thoughts of whether she was doing right or not, haunted her the whole night.

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Jungkook was jumping down the empty hallway, wearing a faded blue jumpsuit, with a striped white and black tee, and navy blue high tops. He looked down with his eyebrows furrowed when he saw his shoelace open. 

But then he looked up when he heard laughs from somewhere. He was about to go there when he tripped. 

'Ahhh!'

He began to sob, when he looked at his hand, which had a slight cut, and was showing blood. Anyone would simply ignore it, but for the boy, who had been distraught at even a slight injury, it was a big deal. You can't complain. 

Hearing the sobs and soft cries of the boy, a door of an otherwise empty classroom opened at a distance, and a few shuffling steps were taken, before Jungkook finally looked up with his now red, puffy eyes, and a big ass pout displayed on his lips. 

All the people in front of him were almost tackled in their hearts, seeing the bunny-like boy who looked so squishy. One of them, bent low and looked at the boy, who was looking back at him.