The moment they met Tae had been asking Jungkook to call him Hyung as he's older but he doesn't. Will he ever call him that? And under what circumstances?
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The playground was bustling with the laughter and shouts of children playing, but amid the joyful noise, the small sound of crying could be heard near the sandbox. Little kookie, with his chubby cheeks streaked with tears, sat on the edge of the sand, holding his scraped knee. He had been building a sandcastle when he tripped and fell, and now, the tiny injury felt like the end of the world to his three-year-old self.
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(Ignore the background ehe 😅)
A boy, slightly taller and older, noticed Jungkook's distress and made his way over. Taehyung, with his curious eyes and a heart already too big for his age, crouched down beside the crying child.
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"Hey, are you okay?" Taehyung asked softly, his voice soothing like a gentle breeze.
Jungkook looked up, his big, tear-filled eyes meeting Taehyung's. He sniffled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, but the tears kept coming.
Taehyung quickly pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, one that his mother always made him carry. He dabbed at Jungkook's cheeks, carefully wiping away the tears. "Don't cry. It's okay, I'll help you," he said, his small hands moving gently.
Jungkook hiccupped, calming down a little as he felt the comforting presence of the older boy. "I... I fell," he explained, his voice still quivering.
Taehyung nodded understandingly. "Yeah, but you're strong, right? You can get up and play again," he encouraged, his words filled with the simple wisdom of a five-year-old.
