Language| Taekook ✔️

Chapter 1

Tae's POV

I'm currently resting in my apartment on my phone listening to Agust D's Tony Montana. I finally reached home after traveling the world in 3 months.

No I am not in Korea with my Mother, I am in Paris which is my home, I've been living here for 6 years and I call it home.

Suddenly my manager called but I ignored it, being a model is so damn hard, Rest for like 2 days, travel for months and basically living in a damn airplane.

Nobody knows I'm gay even though my fans are making lots of memes that I am. My father is very homophobic and strict so I decided to keep it to myself.

I put my phone down and grabbed my coat and got my phone again, it's spring and it's really cold outside. So I decided to get some coffee.

I walked outside the building and went to the coffee shop noticing a guy probably younger than me wearing a black coat and a scarf  around his neck. His nose and lips and cheeks were red from the temperature and kept sniffing.

I realized he was drawing. After checking him out I entered the coffee shop causing him to look my way. But I ignored it.

I got my Latte and sat a table across from his and checked him out he signaled with his hand for the waiter and the waiter direcyly gave him water.

He bowed his head as a thank you. He's that quiet? I asked myself.

My thoughts were interrupted when my phone rang it was Namjoon,my manager.

"Yoboseyo?" I said  and the guy drawing looked at me in complete shock

"Namjoon hyung please stop calling me it's been 2 hrs from my break what do you want?" I asked still noticing the cute guy looking at me.

"Oh really? Okay I'll be back in a few minutes" I answered him.

He said I forgot to sign the contract and the slutty director who keeps showing her boobs like I care about them.

I jusy want to say "bitch im gay" but then no because Namjoon would kill me.

I got off my chair and left the coffee shop, rode a taxi on the way to the photoshoot again.

Jungkook's Pov

I just got out off My french class and headed to my favorite cafe to draw while drinking coffee.

Should I tell you my story before anything else?

Well it all started when on my 7th birthday,

I was in my house in Busan, I was playing with toy cars and then suddenly my mother came to the living room where I was playing.

She was sobbing coming near me. I didn't know anything but she was crying shouting "Jungkook pack your things we're going somewhere else! Now Jungkook! Pick those feet up and pack your things!"

I ofcouse panicked and ran to my room, I got my iron man bag and stuffed clothes and in another bag, my shoes and slippers.

After packing I got out of my room only to see my mother still crying. She ran to me and dragged me outside.

I was confused but kept quiet, We rode a taxi to a big building, it was called an airport. My mom paid the driver and we walked to the building and she did some stuff with some cards and a weird handbook, which was a passport.

We sat down on some gray chairs and since my curiosity was just bulging I asked her "Mom Why are yoy crying? And where are we going?"

My mom faced me with tears still on her eyes but she still managed to smile "Jungkookie, we're just gonna go to a place you'll enjoy okay? It is your birthday tomorrow right?" She smiled while talking, she was also hiccuping.

I smiled at her and pecked her cheek "ok mommy". Soon we were on an airplane and we flew.

When we reached the other airport for a few hours my mom let us stay in a hotel for the night.

The next day we went to a cafe! She bought me cake too! We ate and enjoyed. In the end of the day, we went to a building and there were lots of kids too.

My mother went to the desk lady and I she told me to wait there. After a few minutes, my mother went to me and cried and cried and cried.

"Jungkookssi mianhae, This is the best decision for us, it might hurt but please wait for me ok?" She told me while tears continued to flow from her eyes.

"Mommy?" Then a lady dragged me to some room and I was crying, my mother was crying and I couldn't do anything.

All I heard from her when I dragged was "Mianhae my son"

And after that I started living in an orphanage, I was a loner because everyone was speaking another language I couldn't understand.

Even the caretakers wanted to talk to me but I didn't because I didn't know the language

Nobody would talk to me because I'd just yell at them in korean and they'd bully me saying "A monster that doesn't know how to speak"

When I was 9, there was this boy  who was the owner's grandson and he kept visiting the orphanage and would talk to everyone but I just kept myself from him.

But apparently one day he caught me playing all alone in the orphanage park and he talked to me.

He said something and I didn't understand a thing. I just looked at him and glared at him. He said something again that I couldn't understand.

He sat on the other swing and just started talking and again, I couldn't understang anything.

Since it was so loud and I just wanted to hit him I just walked out and then suddenly he grabbed me and we were suddenly hugging like in the dramas the caretakers watch.

He said something again that I couldn't understand but this time he had a more upset look. I realized we were hugging and I pushed him off really hard that he fell off

"JUST STAY AWAY OKAY?" I yelled at him.

"Oh you're Korean?"