𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓟𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵 | 𝓣𝓪𝓮𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴

•𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 III •

                 • PRESENT DAY •

                                   Jungkook- 24 years
                                   Taehyung-21 years

           • THIRD PERSON POV •

It's been a few years since the following set of events, Taehyung stopped asking about his parents or if he was ever going to go home.

It isn't that he forgot about them.

Truth to be said , he missed them.

He didn't remember a single memory of playing with them.

Because it never happened.

But he thought that he was too young then so he forgot.

As time passed ,he lost his bubbly attitude and became more quite and distant.

He made some friends but they soon left since they didn't like how they couldn't break the ice between him.

Eventually he realised he was better off alone.

He wasn't that close to Jungkook either though they were on speaking terms , they weren't exactly friends.

Jungkook made Taehyung follow by some morals when he was younger, atleast it was easier to talk to him then.

But he never really forced them on him and didn't involve much in his life.

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• J U N G K O O K •

I saw Taehyung bang the door with a slam today as he threw his jacket on the couch and sat on it , pinching the brigde of his nose.

To be honest ,the first few years of raising wasn't easy for me as a teenager.

My parents , well they couldn't exactly abandon me after the new law to protect omegas , so they instead sent cash and told me to live independently.

So I didn't expect any help from them.

I frowned seeing him upset.

I parted my lips to say something but then sealed them again and went to the kitchen instead.

I got him a strawberry milkshake and placed it on the table infront of him.

He eyed it and then looked at me , he then drank it , handing me the empty cup and muttered a 'thanks' before laying on his back on the couch. Staring at the ceiling.

I kept the cup in the wash basin and sat on the other side of the living room.

No I wasn't good at comforting people so I showed it in actions instead.

If I ever did try to use my words with out planning , what to say then I'd probably be a shuttering mess.

I sigh as I took a glance of the boy.

I looked at my hands as I fiddled with them.

'Where did I go wrong?'