Little Cub (TaeJinKook) ✅

Twelve

We arrived in twenty minutes. I got out of the car and walked inside. The familiar high pitched jingle of the bell sounded as I opened the rustic door.

“Is that Taehyung?” A raspy voice sounded.

“Namjoon.” I greeted.

“It’s been ages, are you trying to run me out of business!” He exclaimed, swatting my shoulder.

“Hey! I’ve just been a little busy!” I laughed out. “Got anything new for me?”

“Are you crazy! I’ve collected a pile just waiting for you to come back!” He hobbled behind the desk and picked up a box with a huff.

“Oh god.” I sighed, smacking my forehead. “I don’t think Jungkook will—“

“Who’s Jungkook?”

“Ah...right.” I sighed and leaned against the counter. “I haven’t had the chance to tell you yet. I moved about a month ago. It was really sudden. Jungkook is my...roommate.”

“Hmph.” Namjoon eyed me. “Well, he better show his ass up here so that I can determine whether he deserves my Taehyung.”

“Thanks Hyung.”

“You know, if I would’ve met you sooner...” I sighed as he launched into the normal speech.

When he was done I smiled. “Thank you, hyung. That means a lot to me. You know what? I think I’ll take them all. You always pick out the best for me and I’d hate to miss even a single one.”

“Of course. Would you like it to be put on your tab?”

“I don’t have any cards on me now. I’ll bring Jungkook next time and he can pay for me.”

“Rich fellow?”

“He’s my boss.”

“That’s even better.” Namjoon smiled and waved as I left. I slid into the car and picked the lid up off of the box, looking into it. I picked up the first book, wiping off the dust that had gotten onto it. I opened it up. This one was particularly old, which was why it was on the top.

It was Japanese, depicting many myths and legends that their culture had. It had real accounts of these creatures and everything. I began to scan through it, instantly interested in how the people interpreted what they saw and felt.

“Taehyung.” The driver said.

“Hmm?” I snapped my head up. “Oh, sorry, sunbae-nim.”

“No problem. Have a good one.”

“You as well.” I placed the book back in the box and slid the cover back on. I got out of the car and walked into the building.

I entered the elevator and walked into Jungkook’s apartment. He still wasn’t home, which wasn’t a surprise. He didn’t come back until late at night usually. I placed the box in the corner of the bedroom and then sighed, looking around. The place was always clean.

I headed down to where Misa lived. “Taehyung!” She greeted me.

“Misa. I was wondering if you’d made dinner yet?”

“No, but I can start it if your hungry.”

“No need, I wanted to cook something myself today. I’ll bring you some as well.”

“You’re too kind.” She smiled and I matched hers, going back upstairs. Misa was the only servant in the whole complex and she always cooked for us and the other men. Jungkook had a kitchen in his apartment, and I raided his fridge and cupboards.

I looked at what I had and set to work. It was eight when I finished. I dished up the dish that I had made, and started with Misa. “Thank you! Oh my god, it smells really good. I thought it would be a disaster, I honestly did.”

“Honest as always.” I said, laughing. “But I take pride in my cooking. Enjoy.” Then, I handed out the rest, since Misa hadn’t made dinner for them. I knocked on the first door. “Hello, sunbae-nim.” I said, smiling. “I made some dinner if you want some.” He took the plate and looked down at it.

“It smells good.”

“Thank you. I hope you enjoy.” And so I went, pulling a cart along with me. I put the cart away and then headed back upstairs. I noticed Jungkook's shoes by the doorway and walked into the living room. Jungkook was seated on the couch, seeming to be sleeping.

I walked over to him and kneeled down. “Are you awake?”

“I am now.” He Said. “What is that smell?”

“Hmm...does it smell good?”

“It smells like food.”

“But does it smell good?”

“Does it matter?”

“Perhaps? Are you hungry?”

“A little. I’ll try whatever Misa made.” I smirked and stood, walking to the kitchen. I dished him some and walked back out. “Did she use my kitchen?”

“No, asshole, I made this, so you’d better like it.”