Taehyung chuckled, "What are you thinking, bunny?"
Jungkook responded, "What? Am I not sexy like your Binna or any other girls?"
"You're so cute, Jungkook. I don't want to use you; I want to make love with you."
"Then make love with me... I'm so needy."
"Go to the bathroom and take a cold bath; that will help you." He laughed again.
Jungkook retorted, "I hate you."
Changing the topic, Taehyung asked, "Did you call your mother?"
"Yes, she said she's missing me. I plan to go home this week. Appa and hyung are also coming this week." He hugged Taehyung.
"What are your Appa and hyung doing in Japan?"
"Appa has a tourist home there, and hyung is helping. His girlfriend is Japanese, so he went to see her."
"Are those really your parents?"
"No, Tae. Actually, my father and aunt... my mom's sister, died in an accident. After that, my mom and my aunt's husband married each other for their children—me and my brother. Then my mom died during pregnancy. My stepfather married another woman, but she's very lovely."
Taehyung mused, "Hmm..." He then asked, "What was your Dad's name?"
Jungkook hesitated, "Name? I don't know. I mean, I don't remember anything about them. I told you about the accident. I got hit on my head, and I forgot everything until it happened." But my step father and step mom loves me so much... Jungkook said...
Taehyung hug the boy.... Then why your step father send people to kill you little one?... Taehyung didn't said that loud but he thinks...He kiss Jungkook's head... I won't miss you again little one....
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'Who sent people to kill Taehyung?'"
"That's none of your business, baby boy," Joon replied.
Hoseok insisted, "Tell me, Mr. You always said everything to me."
"That's what you're thinking, but no. We have a lot of other secrets." Joon looked at him seriously.
"I know, but still, who tries to kill Mr. Kim's little bro?"
"We're announcing a new series tomorrow. Soojin will be the main lead. It will be a adventure story."
Hoseok asked, "Did she say something about the last day? I'm sorry; Kooki said that to me. Then she annoyed me, so I..."
Namjoon interrupted, "Why are you explaining too much, Hoseok? Don't act like a child in front of others. I don't want to shout at my wife in front of others. Be careful with your behavior." Namjoon sipped his coffee.
Hoseok looked down,
"Don't be sad. You need to finish your dubbing today."
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"Who invented math?" Jimin threw his pen, hitting Jin, and apologized.
Jin glared at him, continuing his work.
Jimin threw the pen again, saying, "What should I do? If I fail, she will kill me."
Jin shouted, "Jimin, what's your problem?"
Jimin complained, "This book is full of problems," showing his math textbook.
Jin sighed, "Come here; I'll help you."
Jimin teased, "Do you need bus fare to come here?" He took his books and walked towards Jin's working table.
Jin said, "Sit down. This is just basic math, Jimin. Why did you choose math, anyway?"
Jimin explained, "I didn't choose math; my mom did."
Jin began explaining a problem, asking, "Did you get it?"
Jimin pointed to 'y' in the book, asking, "Why is 'y' here?"
"Idiot, listen carefully," and continued explaining.
Jimin said, "I got it. It's simple," shrugging his shoulders.
"Then do this problem." Jin gives a challenging look.
"This isn't an exam question." Jimin scratch his head.
Jin smacked him, saying, "Do this, idiot."
"Don't call me an idiot! I'm not. My mom always calls me an idiot."
Jin caught Jimin's collar, "Why are you crying for that? Leave my shirt."
"Hyung, will you teach me biology?"
"Are you studying biology too?"
"Just for a horror. Jimin laughed.
Do these problems and go to sleep. I need to finish some work."
"No, teach me. I want to," but he stopped when he saw Jin's expression." Why he changing his expression all the time".... Jimin returned to his table with his books.

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Belongs to Kims
FanfictionThe eldest seeks perfection in all things, disdainful of imperfection. The middle one craves peace, detesting the clamor of louder souls. The youngest, a perilous spirit, wears arrogance like a cloak, harboring disdain for those less fortunate.