Truth Or Love || Taekook

8

“Guess what, Noona?” Taehyung said, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “I got the job at the café I told you about! It’s owned by this hilarious guy named Seokjin. He’s so funny and friendly. The café has this really cozy vibe, and I’m just so thrilled to be starting.”

Tessa’s face brightened, her eyes twinkling with pride. “That’s wonderful news, Taehyung! I’m so happy for you. Seokjin sounds like a great boss. I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

Taehyung grinned, his boxy smile wide. “Yeah, he’s really something. The café is just perfect for me—friendly atmosphere, flexible hours, and a chance to earn my own money.”

Tessa’s expression softened into a more concerned look. “I’m glad you’re excited, but remember not to overwork yourself. Your health is important too. Make sure you’re taking care of yourself and getting enough rest.”

Taehyung nodded, his expression turning serious. “I know, Noona. I’ll be careful. I just want to make the most of this opportunity.”

Tessa’s smile returned, and she leaned closer to the camera. “And make sure to visit Eomma and Appa when you can. They miss you a lot. It would be nice for them to see you and catch up.”

“I will,” Taehyung said softly, his gaze growing distant for a moment as he thought about his parents. “I’ve been meaning to visit them. It’s just been so hectic with everything starting up here.”

Tessa nodded understandingly. “I know. Just don’t forget to take time for yourself and stay connected with us. We’re always here for you.”

Taehyung’s face lit up again with a grateful smile. “Thanks, Noona. It means a lot. I’ll keep that in mind.”

They continued to chat, sharing updates and laughter. Tessa’s supportive words and warm presence were a comforting reminder of home, even as Taehyung navigated his new life in Seoul.

Eventually, the call wrapped up with Tessa sending her love and Taehyung promising to stay in touch more frequently.

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Jungkook strode in the classroom, a casual swagger in his step, his signature black coat draped over his shoulders. His entrance did not go unnoticed; it immediately drew the attention of his friend group who were seated near the back.

Namjoon, leaning back in his chair with a teasing grin, called out, “Look who finally decided to grace us with his presence! Did you miss us, Jungkook?”

Yoongi, who was busy doodling on his notebook, glanced up and smirked. “Did you come here to study or just to disrupt the class?”

Jungkook, rolling his eyes, threw a playful retort. “Oh, shut up. I’ve been busy, alright?”

Hoseok chimed in with his trademark cheerfulness. “Jungkook! Now that you’re here, are you coming to Bogum’s party this weekend? You know he always throws the best parties.”

Jungkook, who had clearly been unaware of the event, raised an eyebrow. “Bogum’s party? I didn’t even know there was one.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “Seriously? You’re missing out if you don’t go. It’s going to be wild, as always. Our group is invited, and it’s a blast.”

Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly, a hint of interest in his eyes. “Well, if it’s as good as you say, I guess I’ll go. It’s been a while since I’ve been to one of his parties.”

Yoongi, still with a smirk, added, “Just don’t be a nuisance, alright? We don’t need you causing trouble this time.”

Jungkook’s expression turned playful. “I promise, I’ll behave—at least, I’ll try.”