Table for Two | TaeKook

Twenty

"Here we are!" I looked up from my phone to see rows of tents and games. I grinned, although it was still a little hard to make out everything in the faded light of morning. There wasn't much sun up to shine light on the little carnival, so they resorted to lighting up the tents and games with Christmas lights.

I jumped out of the car, shoving my phone in my pocket, full of excitement and enthusiasm. Jungkook followed closely behind me, despite the fact that this was his idea in the first place. When we finally got to the entrance booth, Jungkook ran ahead of me and paid, before letting me walk ahead of him once again, through the double doors. "Hyung?" He asked, quietly. I looked at him with a questioning face, letting him continue whatever it was that the younger boy had started. "Do you ever feel like there's something that you should tell someone but know that it will hurt them?"

"Uh... Yeah? Why?"

"No reason." Jungkook gave me his pretty bunny smile as he took my hand and ran to the nearest game. "Look, look, I want that!" He yelled excitedly, pointing to a large stuffed turtle. I chucked, realizing how much of a little boy he resembled. Looking around, I took in the amount of people apart from us and the workers — very few. Since Jungkook had chosen a really fucking early time, I'm pretty sure everyone who was anyone who had sense, was still sleeping.

I mean heck, even I'm not stupid enough to be up this early, usually.

Today is an exception. It was Jungkook's fault. Not mine. I didn't sign up for this at all.

I finally focused my attention back on the pouting boy. "I want the turtle, please, hyung~?" He used his aegyo, making my eyes widen and just want to kiss his face a million times at his cuteness. "Fine," I huffed, snatching the little ticket from Jungkook's muscular palms and giving it to the person running the game.

He gave me five balls and put up seven pins. The fuck? After realizing what this game was about, I cringed. I've always sucked at aiming. Always. I hated anything to do with aiming.

So I aimlessly threw all seven balls.

Guess what?

I hit all of them, surprisingly. But that was just the beginning of a long day.