Language| Taekook ✔️

Chapter 2

Jungkook's POV

Then he started laughing like he heard the world's funniest Joke.

"You should've told me! I speak a lot of languages! Thought you speak french, I mean we're in Paris anyways!" He laughed again. I looked at him.

Finally, the meteor showers I see once a week really meant something. I found the person I wanted to find for so long.

Someone who finally understood me.

We sat on the bench and he smiled, I tried to hide mine. "What's your name?" He asked me. "I dunno. I don't like my name anymore, just make a cute name for Jungkook" I answered tsunderely.

"KOOKKKKIIEEEEEE" he screamed and hugged me tightly. My heart just wanted to burst out that day.

"Call me Tae-tae then, oh! What year were you born in?!!" He asked. "1999" I said while kicking rocks. "I'm your hyung then! I was born on 1997" he smiled again. (Remember that they have different ages in this story)

"Hy-hyung why kookie?" I asked him and looked at the sky since I was curious. He pinched my cheeks and said I was cute. I blushed. "Heh you look like a tokkie, and then your name is Jungkook, so Kookie!" He explained and smiled.

Why? Why is that wall that says don't trust anyone slowly fading. Should I give it a shot?

I smiled at him after 02747372)28 years.

Everything started there, we hanged out every afternoon since he had classes in the morning. He told me stories in french and translated them into korean that helped me atleast understood what people around me said.

Every summer, winter, spring break he spent all those breaks in the orphanage and we slept together in my room and cuddle. He'd host parties in the orphanage and I'd always stay in my room. I was introverted.

Tae-tae hyung always brought me extra food and we'd eat together and play games after.

2 and a half years passed by after that. When I was 11, I was adopted by a family, and hyung sent me a letter that day saying he was gonna start his career as a model.

It was sad, I cried when I first got into the home, saying I missed him. Gladly, The family who adopted me were big VIPs and knew korean, I didn't have to learn french. But I needed hyung so much at that time. No other reason. I just needed him.

I was a big crybaby but my adoptive mother wasn't strict and put me on homeschool, she helped me understand a bit more french, but I lost interest. I wanted to read the poems Taetae hyung used to tell me.

I didn't hear anything about him since then.

I could've gone crazy.

I'm now 19, gay, an instagram star yet still introverted, in college, major in arts. Single since birth. Virgin.

See, I took french classes since winter and I actually feel like I'm good at it but I'm actually shitty.

Again major in arts, used to be a dancer and well a beginner at bowling.

I sighed and continued drawing.

Suddenly someone came in making me look at the door. A tall guy all wrapped up.

I stared at him ordering. He cute and hot asf.

I laughed at myself and continued drawing. He came out and sat at the table next to mine and stared at me while sipping on his iced latte. I blushed at the action and acted like I was drawing.

I heard him chuckle. SO FUCKING DEEP. I blushed even more. Suddenly he's phone rang. "Yeah oh really hyung?"

KOREAN?

I looked at him curiously and we made eye contact. I looked away and continued to act like I was drawing.

I heard him chuckle again. "Okay I'm on my way" he said and walked away sipping on his latte.

The moment we made eye contact.

I felt Deja Vu.

Like I have looked at those eyes for a million times.