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"jeon fucking jungkook you son of a bitch come back and give me my book!" the tiny man said, his cheeks red and fists clenched together.
it looked like he was angry, but the younger just coos and laughs, not taking the older seriously due to his appearance,
a cute toddler.
and the oversized soft baby blue flannel draped against his shoulders weren't helping him either.
"yoongi hyung you're so cute" he giggles, mocking his sweet little hyung.
"i need to go to school, pretty please give me my book back! and don't sprain your ankle!" he whines out, a frown visible on his face.
jungkook smiles and gets down from the balcony, the book kept securely in his jeans, stuffed against his tummy.
"you're such a stupid bitch, you didn't have to climb all the way up to the balcony to run away from me, and give me my fucking book back shithead, you could've ruined it" he scolds the young boy.
he giggles and shows his hyung a toothy grin, that he gets slapped om the thighs for, actually.
sweet. hyung is so, very, sweet indeed.
yoongi checks his watch and sighs, patting his brother's head and putting the book in his tote bag, giving jungkook an "adios satan, take care of the café for me!" before leaving off.
a lovely start to a fresh new day with sweat trickling down his god damned armpits.
jungkook was gonna get his revenge soon and the boy knows it.
he sits down on the bus seat, listening to his favorite artists as he reads his new book, "the art of silence" by p.jm
it was a really good book, it was a story about kindness, and all sorts of love.
and yoongi loves it most when he finishes a chapter because there is the writers own drawings in-between the new chapters.
It's special, because he felt like the stories written were just for him. it was dumb, yes, but it just- feels that way.
and yoongi would never ever listen to anyone who thinks otherwise.
