This is a Taekook Fanfiction.
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Is it possible to get homesick for people too?
Because that is exactly how it feels to both of them.
The feeling of being so comfortable around them that you feel yourself melting. That you feel so truly alive...
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Hey, lovely readers am so happy to announce that His Phantom has finally reached 1 Million. I cried seeing it yesterday and i just can't thank you guys enough for this, you all and this book is literally the best thing that happened to me. And I will always be grateful to you guys. Thank you for being with me through all the highs and all the lows.
This special chapter is for that celebration. Hope you guys like it!
Congratulations to all of us. ;)
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Saturday mornings in the Kim household were never peaceful anymore.
Sarang stormed into the living room, dragging her bunny by one ear, hair wild and sparkling with tiny clips.
"DADA! DAD!" she hollered like a siren.
Taehyung and Jungkook, both half-asleep and clutching their drinks (Taehyung's was always green tea, because coffee was absolutely off-limits), tensed immediately. They knew that tone.
"What happened, baby?" Taehyung asked cautiously, setting his drink down.
Sarang climbed onto the couch with the grace of a tiny tornado and puffed out her cheeks dramatically.
"Jihoon said he likes my braids!" she declared proudly.
Silence. Utter, deadly silence.
Taehyung stared at her for a long moment before his eyes widened in horror snd he slowly looked at Jungkook as recognition flickered through their brain.
"NO MORE BRAIDS!" he shouted, voice cracking in panic.
