✓BunBun Mine // taekook

Chapter 04

"Do anyone distribute kisses at your house?"

Jungkook doesn't know how to hide himself from these embarrassing words. The hot warm breath of Taehyung, whispering such careless words, sent waves through his entire being. An emotional tune played in his young heart, a battle cry ringing within him, and a tingling sensation spread through his body. Taehyung was still leaning towards him, saying things Jungkook could barely comprehend. Taehyung's face was so close that Jungkook could feel it by his ear. In a shy, almost trembling voice, Jungkook whispered,

"Can kisses be distributed, Tae hyung?"

"Then why are you asking these unnecessary questions? I gave you something in a packet, didn't I? It's clear what I came to give. Stop asking useless questions. I see you're growing bolder day by day."

In the stillness of the night, their bodies were dangerously close, with the open air playing freely around them. Jungkook's tied-up hair seemed eager to break free, strands rebelliously slipping out. His hair, soft cheeks, and forehead seemed desperate for Taehyung's touch. They were so close, yet no one dared to touch the other. Jungkook's heart threatened to lose control. Suddenly, a deep voice echoed in his ear,

"Jungkookie."

"Hmm?"

"You've grown so much. Three years ago, you were just a little kid, playing around happily. Why are you growing up? You're inviting your own trouble, Jungkook. Don't blame me for it later."

Jungkook was silent, completely at a loss. As if he couldn't stand any longer, his breath almost coming to a halt. Taehyung's words stirred a storm inside him. How was he supposed to handle this storm at such a young age? The possibility of being swept away felt all too real. As he tried to move away, a sharp command reached his ears,

"Don't move."

Jungkook's feet immediately returned to their spot. His heart shrank with fear, and in a trembling voice, he whispered,

"Someone might see."

"Am I doing something wrong with you that you're worried someone will see us?"

Jungkook quickly shook his head and whispered, "Someone from the house might see."

Taehyung responded in a dismissive tone, "Your aunt, my gluttonous uncle, they've wronged us too many times, you know? All the chaos your aunt and father caused-because of them, we're stuck. One day, I'll make sure your father pays for it. Just watch."

Jungkook's mind suddenly sharpened. He quickly asked, "How will you trap my appa?"

Taehyung grew irritated. He hated so many questions. Without warning, he raised his hand and smacked Jungkook lightly on the head. The unexpected hit made Jungkook want to cry out, but he stopped himself, knowing the situation. He had grown up receiving such harsh treatment from this merciless man. After three years of peace, it had started again. Taehyung replied,

"When my maternal uncle's nephew becomes his baby son's only husband."

The mild pain in Jungkook's head, combined with Taehyung's cryptic words, left him utterly confused. He didn't understand anything. His expression was naive, and seeing it, Taehyung said again sharply, "Stop rubbing your head like that. Cut the act. I didn't hit you that hard. Bring your ear a little closer."

Jungkook wanted to ask, "How much closer can I get, Taehyungie hyung?" But he didn't dare to ask. Another smack might come. Taehyung's hand was strong-even a light smack felt like his skull might crack open. Maybe it was from his political dealings. His Yoongi hyung had once said that politicians are often brash and rowdy, careless in their ways. Taehyung seemed to be proving that point.