A Little Taehyung • vkook

Chap 6

Jeon groaned, massaging the tip of his nose with his fingers and looking at him as he pointed to the smaller one.

— You came inside my bag and now you're in my office, Taehyung. — he complained with a tone of impatience in his voice.

Tae turned her head and looked fascinatingly into that room before getting up and going back to the sack.

— I will not bother you if you let me sleep. — said the little boy as he thrust himself into his pocket.

Jungkook arched his eyebrows not believing the confidence that had taken the little boy to him, but did not complain, letting him fall asleep in his clothes.

He had to surrender to the whims of a boy who barely climbs on a chair without the help of two boxes.

At noon, his mind was so deep in the pile of papers in front of him that only when the little one came up on his neck and pulled his hair, he realized that it was really necessary to eat.

— If you had left me something to prepare breakfast, I would leave you alone. — complained the little one reprovingly, as he stroked the older man's cheek with his hands, he realized how smooth the skin was since he almost fell asleep before him the day before.

Jeon sighed raising the phone as he called his desk asking him to order something from a famous fast-food restaurant.

Taehyung was satisfied and leaned his head against the eldest, falling asleep on his shoulder.

Jeongguk did not complain, quite the opposite, he did not realize that the little one was there until he had to get up to find the food at the reception and Taehyung almost fell to the ground.

{...}

While they ate at the table, Taehyung played with the pens of his larger.

— Today I was in your room while you were changing, but I quickly covered my eyes.

The little one was sincere as he filled his mouth with a piece of Jeon's burger.

This one who looked at him with frowned brow ready to complain, but he just exhaled while eating the chips.

He would not bother with the boy for something so simple.

{...}

The rest of the day was quite fast, Taehyung had found entertainment in one of the ornaments of the office and falling in the afternoon, he fell asleep in front of the window.

Jungkook barely moved the chair, he really appreciated that small was not a hassle

Only at 9 o'clock in the evening did he get up from his seat and stretch, have to go home and be more comfortable, it was decided that he would return by taxi.

Saving everything in his briefcase, he headed where the little one was and, very carefully, he put it back in his pocket and placed his bag gently placing his hand in his pocket to take care of Taehyung.

Was he making a lot of discomfort?

Yes, but deep down there was that feeling of protection he did not like.

He left the building after saying goodbye to the few remaining workers and taking a taxi, checking at times that Taehyung was still sleeping peacefully.

One thing that did not change much, the little one grabbed his thumb as he whispered things in his dreams.

He arrived at his house a little late and barely had the energy to prepare a tea before bed.

He pulled Taehyung out and laid him on the bed and the box, taking him to his room, felt he could take better care of him.

Jeon took a shower and, after turning off the lights, he returned to the bedroom with his body ready for bed.

He approached Taehyung and watched as he slept, his hands gripping the makeshift cushion, and Jungkook could not help but feel moved by how helpless he was.

He brought his index finger to his face carefully and stroked his cheeks and his hair.

Taehyung asleep looked like a doll.

Jungkook sighed before taking a sip of tea and lying in his bed in silence, he felt agonized without knowing the reason and his heart beat wildly.

He was getting frustrated too, and deep inside he knew that Taehyung held the blame.

{...}

Taehyung sat up panting successfully, felt his heart beat a thousand and for an instant his vision went completely black.

Kim took a deep breath a few times before lifting her gaze from the floor and setting it somewhere, but the darkness from wherever it was that he did not allow him to feel safe

He crawled on the floor before hitting a wall, but he did not move from there.

Supporting his back against him and hugging his legs tightly closed his eyes trying to stay calm, he was not cold and was not hungry, so he should not worry his only doubt was therefore where he was.

He did not recognize the furniture, much less the wooden box in which he slept normally.

The air was not strong and he could not see the lights of the lanterns.

Terror flooded him inside, maybe he was stuck in some box, because someone wanted to play with him.

A sob escaped his lips and the little boy covered his face with his hands, he was not a toy, he was not that would play.