Baby [Taekook/VKook]

Chapter One - Boy

Taehyung POV

The sky was dark today. Rain was falling lightly, and I had just gotten off from work. I decided to go to the cafe to visit an old friend of mine-- Park Jimin.

.....

"It's raining really hard now, isn't it?" Jimin was slurping his bubble tea in front of me.

I replied slowly, "Yeah... it was only sprinkling just a second ago..."

Jimin began to speak, but I didn't listen to anything he was saying. I just stared out the glass door.

"Hey, are you even listening?" Jimin laughed and knocked on my head.

I quickly snapped out of my daydream.

"Y-Yeah?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"I don't know... I just feel weird today..."

"You're always weird."

"Hey!" I pinched Jimin hard.

"OW!" Jimin yelled.

I laughed and apologized half-heartedly.

"Anyways..." Jimin began, "as I was saying..."

I looked out the window again.

Rain was pouring.

The garbage pile hadn't been taken away yet.

And there was a boy with a dirtied white t-shirt and pants walking around that area.

A boy.

A young boy.

"Hey, um, Jimin..." I cut Jimin off.

"Mm?"

"I have to go. I'll catch up with you later, okay?"

I left before Jimin could reply. I just wanted to catch up to the boy.

.....

"Hey!" I yelled at the young boy I saw earlier. He was walking away now, not even turning to look at me.

"Hey... wait up!" I ran after him, although I didn't know why.

I grabbed his arm when I caught up to him. He was shivering.

"W-What are you doing?" The boy looked at me with wide eyes.

"I... was just wondering why you were around the garbage pile, you know?" I tried to give my best reassuring smile to him.

He looked scared.

"I... It's none of your, um, business." He tried to leave again, but I held on tight to his arm.

"Do you have a home?"

What are you even saying, Kim Taehyung? I needed to have a quick check on myself.

"W-What?" The young boy questioned me. He was clearly shocked.

"Do you... have a home?" I said it slowly this time.

"No... I don't need one... I'm perfectly fine on my own... I think..." The boy whispered the last two words, but it sounded loud and clear in my ears.

"Come on; follow me," I told him.

"I'm not going to follow a stranger anywhere," He said stubbornly.

"I'm not a stranger... I'm nice!" I smiled again.

The boy stared at me a little bit then smiled a cute smile.

"You're not a stranger! You're nice! You are not a stranger anymore! Okay!" He followed me towards my car.