jungkook pov ↓
"These clothes are comfortable." Taehyung said, hugging himself.
"That's why I bought them," I explained. I let Taehyungtake a bath and gave him some of my clothes. I want him to live with me because I didn't want him to go back to his awful parents, "Do you want to blow your hair dry?"
"Huh? With like, a fan?" Taehyungs expression was adorable. I chuckle and pinch his cheek.
"No with a hair dryer." He still looked confused. I reached into the cabinet and pulled out a black hair dryer. I took the plug and stuck it into the wall, "Come in front of me." Taehyung slowly made his way in front of me. I pressed the blue high button, "You do this." I ran my fingers through his wet blonde hair, drying every inch. Taehyung was watching me in the mirror.
"Oh, oh can I try?" Taehyung jumps. I could never say no to such an adorable person. I nod, handing him the hair dryer.
I watched him struggle a little, but he got the hang of it, "Like this?" he asks, turning away from the mirror.
I smirk, "Yeah! Perfect!" He smiles at me and looks back into the mirror.
I still don't understand how anyone could hurt such a boy. I shuffled over to him, tilted my head, and pressed my lips onto his soft cheek.
I pull away and watch his face turn bright red in the mirror. I smile and leave the bathroom.
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"Jungkoooook," I here Taehyung yell for me at the top of the staircase. I lower my tablet and lift my head, "Jungkooooook." Taehyung yells again, his voice getting louder. I hear his footsteps coming down the stairs.
He appears in the hallway, "Jungkoooooook!"
"Yes sunshine?" I giggle at his adorable behavior. Taehyung through himself over the kitchen island.
"I'm hungry." He complains.
"What are you in the mood for?" I ask.
Taehyung responds without hesitation, "California rolls! Please."
"Kikus?" I ask, grabbing my phone from my pocket. Taehyung nods, his face bright.
"Yay! Thank you Jungkook!" Taehyung runs behind me and hugs me, burying his face into my neck.
"You are very welcome."
