Frosty trek || kth•jjk

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I couldn't sleep, ANSWER is literally 12 hours away.

Short chapter ahead!

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Even in an appalled state jeongguk relished Taehyung's laughter. It was somehow hearty and tender unlike his voice. He liked the way his lips formed a distinct box. Was it weird he wished it lasted longer than a minute?

Taehyung snickered a bit before collecting himself and peeping at jeongguk. "Dude, I was only joking. Can't believe you fell for that."

Jeongguk bit his bottom lip, flustered and dismayed. He wondered how many times he's gonna make a fool out of himself in front of the silver head and he doesn't know why it keeps happening continuingly either.

"W-why the hell would you do that?!", he bleated after rallying up the courage to confront him.

Taehyung shrugged half heartedly "Don't know, S' fun"

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, "Did anyone ever tell you you're a nincompoop? Cos' you definitely are."

"A what? Did you just insult me in japenese?"

"A nincompoop and No, it's not japenese. I just called you stupid in English." Jimin was the one that told him about that word, when he called him it after he broke his iPad. His best friend was a dictionary worm and it came in handy in this type of situations.

"Stupid? You literally have a death wish, don't you?" Taehyung snarled, poking the inside of his left cheek with his tongue.

Jeongguk didn't quiver this time, he looked straight into his eyes and spoke, "Yeah, whatever. Mind stepping aside the only reason I came here is for my wallet, not to back chat with an insensitive Dick head." If taehyung decided to take out the so called knife and stab him. He sort-of deserves it, with all this faux, short-lived bravery.

But the silver head didn't reach to where he has a knife tucked instead he moved aside with an amused smirk playing on his lips.

Jeongguk thanked the heavens he wasn't gonna get gutted tonight. He opened the door and walked inside the coffee shop.

After he grabbed his lost wallet and stepped back outside, Taehyung had already left.

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"Mom, I'm home!" jeongguk called out, the moment he entered through the doors of their white-headed house.

"In the kitchen." He heard sujin say. He grinned, immediately taking off his black converse and making his way to where the pleasant smell of food was coming from.

He saw his mom in a flower imprinted yellow apron near the oven. "What are you making? Smells really good." He complimented peeking into the pot.

"Oh hey, jeongguk. My trip to Busan was alright, thanks for asking." His mom said from where she stood beside him, her words glutted in sarcasm. He chuckled, leaning in to plant a small kiss on her cheeks.

"How was it really?" He asked, genuinely curious. He made his way to the dinning table and sat on one of the chairs.

"Was good. The usual. You know I met with a kid who was orginally from this neighborhood, he moved there with his family a year ago and guess what?"

"What?"

"He is a former drug dealer and a recovering drug addict. He was in that villainous gang. You know the one causing problems around here. He's only eighteen, it's doleful really. I would be devastated if I was in his parents position, they are trying their hardest to help with the withdrawal symptoms but it's a rough journey." She told him. Jeongguk's mom was a child psychologist who often focused on helping kids under the influence of illegal drugs. "I'm gonna travel over there a few times a month to check up on him."

"He will get through this mom. Don't worry." Jeongguk assured her, like the optimistic and supporting son he is. "Oh, I really hope so, kookie."

"Food's ready!"

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Like I said, it's really short.

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