Sequel to That One Summer
13 year old Jungkook and 15 year old Taehyung are together lost.
Taehyung lost from the meaning of love and Jungkook lost in his cobwebs of twisted thoughts. The full spindle of lies and confusion.
Both are lost, from findi...
A/n: this chapter gave me so much trouble tbh... lol I'm bad with dialogue, even when I talk to ppl
Taehyung's POV
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"I'm telling the truth!" He exclaims, laughing out of slight frustration that I don't believe him.
"Look, you are not older than me Jin," I calmly tell him as I eat my ice-cream, looking him up and down. A little chuckle leaves me when I look at his face."You can't be."
"What's that supposed to mean?" He gasped, acting offended at my words. I shrug at his question, pointing my spoon at him.
"For the 2 weeks that I've known you, Jin you just don't act the age you're telling me you are." I inform him, watching as a big pout takes his lips. "Look your sulking like a child right now."
"No I'm not!" He whines, and I just raise my eyebrows at him, causing him to scoff softly. "Yah! I'm taller than you and everything."
A laugh bursts out of me. " Being taller means nothing."
"Why doesn't it," he argues, grabbing my pillow to hug it. "A 4 year old can't be taller than a 12 year old."
"That's different," I chuckle, dismissing his reasoning that wasn't wrong but just didn't make sense. "I'm not 4 yrs old."
"You get what I mean!" he huffs, pouting harder than he was before.
"Yeah but look I'm taller than Jimin and he's older than me." I remind him with a laugh, looking down at my icecream to scoop me another spoonful.
Enjoying how the vanilla melted on my taste buds, I do a little dance out of pure satisfaction. I've never had it before, so this was a new experience that caused me so much glee.
The delightful feeling I had felt like it could be almost permanent because of this cold dessert. I shimmy a little once again, happy with it, but once the little imaginary happy music stopped playing, I realised that it was only silence between us.
Does he realise I was right and got quiet? The thought made me feel victorious about being right, and I was definitely ready to rub it in his face.
I laugh, looking up at him vigorously. "I'm right right! Guess I made even you speechless..."
My voice falls to mute; inaudible when I see his expression.
My smile fades when I see no trace of his left, and a nervous feeling tickles me.
He isn't doing his playful pout anymore, where I can tease him about being overdramatic and childish.
