A Little Taehyung • vkook

Chap 8

Jungkook served breakfast in silence while sitting at the dining room table. Taehyung was drinking from his mini cup in silence and with his eyes completely fixed on the wood where he was sitting.

They were still silent. Jeon supposed that it was going to cost the little one to be able to let go and tell him what was happening to him, but he didn't want to push him, not for the moment. Tae looked at him sideways waiting for Jungkook to say something to him, but he was grateful he turned on the television and didn't ask him. It would be difficult to explain his situation without ending up getting worse.

In the end, the morning had passed most of it was boring. Taehyung sighed for the fifth time in what he had been during the day after Jungkook said goodbye to him hours before. He felt alone in a place as large and empty as Jungkook's apartment was.

He was sitting in the middle of the sofa with his eyes lost on the ceiling and a tremendous emptiness in his stomach. Hunger was also becoming a problem. Then he sat down on the couch and a smile formed on his face. He had an idea.

Jungkook groaned, fixing his hair desperately, he couldn't concentrate on reading the contracts, the image of the little boy was passing through his mind and, being honest, it caused him too much tenderness. And pity, of course.

He wanted to help him, to know what had happened to him and to be useful, but Taehyung seemed much more comfortable without telling him about it and he preferred to stay on the sidelines.

— Fuck. — He cursed looking at his laptop. I had searched the internet for ways to make people grow, but they were all tips for children to drink a lot of milk or eat healthy. He couldn't do anything if Taehyung didn't cooperate.

He put the papers aside and took his cell phone ready to call home, maybe if Taehyung was fast enough he could answer and they would talk.

He needed to make sure the little boy was fine, that nothing had happened to him.

— You have not advanced anything. — commented his best friend while quietly entering his office. Jungkook growled nodding.

— I'm not fine. — He justified himself by rubbing his eyes.

— Go Jungkook, it is better that you are at home and useless, that you are here bothering and dirtying the papers. — He advised his friend with a smile while taking the contracts.

Jungkook nodded and got up taking his briefcase. He was his best friend for a reason. — Thanks Baek, I owe you one. — He smiled before leaving his office as if the devil was chasing him. That day he was going to know what had happened to Taehyung, by hook or by crook.

He opened the door while controlling his breathing, it had barely taken about 40 minutes to arrive, and with the rush and almost lost his briefcase on one of the trains. He was a little desperate. He instantly felt the smell of food entering his nostrils and frowned, surprised. He also could not ignore the music that played throughout the house, something similar to the music his mother listened to, and that missed him even more. Leaving his briefcase at the door he entered the kitchen, surprising himself instantly. Taehyung had set up an ideal kitchen system for his height, with all the things he had found throughout the house. He ignore the fact that his toothbrush was hanging on a thread from the ceiling, and he approached Taehyung who sang at the top of his lungs while preparing a tremendous plate of pasta. Tremendous for its size.

— Uhm. — He crossed his arms, and Taehyung jumped into place, hitting a pencil that activated a mechanism, turning off the music instantly.
— H-Hi Jungkook. — The little one muttered while making a quick bow. Jungkook sighed and arching an eyebrow came closer.

— Can I know what you've done to my kitchen? — Inquired hiding a smile.

— E-Eh, I was hungry... Y-Y-I'm very small. — Taehyung excused himself while playing with the fabric of his shirt. Jungkook smiled.

— I'll cook to you, okay? But don't make such a mess again, next time call me. — Jungkook explained as he rolled up his shirt and began to keep everything he saw out of place. Taehyung nodded, but his eyes were more focused on Jungkook's hands and arms than anything else. Something he had noticed thanks to all the times that Jungkook had taken him in his arms and, he couldn't lie, he loved how muscular he was.

He blushed, covering his face with his hands and sighed, he didn't know how to take what was going through his head. He felt bad, weird.

Jungkook looked sideways at Taehyung, noting that the change in the attitude of the little boy opened one of the kitchen drawers taking out a box of cookies and put them in front of him, with a smile.

— Eat something while I cook, yeah? — He murmured before turning his back and continuing to cook. Taehyung looked at him feeling his heart beating with happiness and couldn't help smiling from ear to ear as he struggled to open the package. Jungkook was his savior. His all.