Lion's Den - MIL trilogy third book #3 ⚣TK

Chapter twelve: will I ever change?

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Jungkook was as busy as ever. His working studio was quite famous and busy, so he completely understood why they needed another employee. And as soon as he came home, he had to make dinner for both himself and Taehyung, then making sure everything was all right in the house. Of course Taehyung helping, like he wanted to do the dishes after every meal, although Jungkook offered his help every time and didn't take his eyes off the elder whilst he was doing so, just in case he'd mess up like the first time.

"I bought you a new phone hyung," Jungkook announced proudly the day after. He had gone through stores and searched for a simple phone with keyboards and not a touch-phone. He asked the workers if it was possible to turn on sounds. When he finally found the one, one of the workers told him it had an built-in accessibility that was speaking up whatever was showing on the screen, so whenever the phone was showing one of the contacts, it had a voice recognition system that announced which number it was selected on.

The younger male had also helped the elder on settings on his laptop that also had a voice recognition system that worked the same as on the phone, so it'd be easier for him to use it. Luckily Taehyung had already memorised the keyboard and he managed just well to use it without having to see. Of course the markers on the keyboard made it easier if he got lost.

Jungkook learned to never disturb and make the elder lose his focus when he was using the keyboard; it'd be hard for him to remember in the middle of a sentence or word if he did, although he could use the voice recognition, but the male preferred to avoid it as much as he could.

In about a month Taehyung seemed to have mastered Braille. He practiced himself a lot by reading Braille books Jungkook bought for him every once in a while, as well as he tried to write. For Taehyung to write, he also had to learn the Braille writing machine. It made a lot of noise whilst typing and it irritated him, but he endured with it. He had turned his fashion office into his own learning and writing office instead. He shut himself inside whenever it came to reading and writing.

Jungkook was noticing how often Taehyung spent time in his office. He understood when the male first was learning, as he must've wanted to read and write as fast as possible, but Taehyung had already learnt Braille. Now he was only reading and writing to be alone. The younger even felt sad of how quiet the other had become.

"Taehyungie?" Jungkook called when he had knocked on the office door. "Dinner's ready."

Taehyung waved his hand in special sign. The sign that meant he was coming soon, but had to finish off something first. If he even remembered; sometimes he had forgotten about the dinner and ended up staying in the office for hours and Jungkook had to literally feed him inside. The young one had to be honest; he didn't like where this was going.

"How's Taehyung doing?" Jimin asked Jungkook, as they was grocery shopping and also more printing paper for Taehyung's machine.

"Good," Jungkook smiled, "he's mastered Braille and reads and writes a lot. He's healthy and likes to do things himself instead of receiving help from me," Jungkook simply said.

Jimin didn't seem convinced at all. "Then what is bugging you?" he asked concerned.

Jungkook frowned at him. "What makes you think something's bugging me?"

Jimin snorted, almost looking offended. "I can tell when something's bothering you or not. You don't really look happy."

Jungkook faked his best smile he could to his best friend. "I'm fine Jimin hyung," he smiled, "I'm just a bit concerned about him, that's all." He wasn't just concerned about Taehyung. He was incredibly concerned. He was already beginning to shut him out. What if it became worse?