Marriage Contract. -Vkook-

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Taehyung laughed wholeheartedly when he heard Jungkook ramble on about a story from his school. The younger walked Taehyung home. Oddly enough it wasn't as weird as the older originally thought. Mainly because Jungkook knew where he lived already and for all he knows, could know a lot more about his life than he let's on. At the moment he pushed thoughts to the back of his head and amazingly they stayed there for the time being.

"You know Jungkook... it's kinda hard to believe that you are the same boy I met mine years ago... You two are completely different. He was so shy and quiet but you, you are completely different." The blue-haired male smiled gently at the younger, noticing how the brunet turned a dark shade of red and suddenly turned quiet, the same as he was nine years ago.

"Good completely different?" Jungkook whispered softly, his head tilted low as he stared at the ground and continued walking.

"It's hard to tell yet."

Yet. That one simple word was powerful enough to make a smile the older has never seen before creep up onto the brunet's lips. "That makes me happy."

Taehyung didn't understand how that made him happy but he wasn't planning on questioning it.

They came to Taehyung's apartment complex. The two stud outside in awkward silence. "Thanks for today I guess. S-sorry, you can't come in." The older muttered. He didn't plan on incurring the younger into his home anytime soon.

Jungkook nodded none the less. "I understand, Hyung. Goodnight." Jungkook bowed politely.

"Goodnight, Jungkook." The older waved the younger off Bedford closing the door in his face. Jungkook continued smiling as he looked at the oak door that stood between him and Taehyung.

"This is a start." Jungkook mumbled to himself with a permanent grin that seems to not even falter once through our their meeting.

He looked down at his hands, the same smile still on his lips. "Thank god he didn't notice..." he tugged the sleeves of his jacket down lower to the point where it hides his hands.

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"Jimin! You here?" Taehyung called out lazily, hands tucked into the pockets of his extremely loose cuffed trousers. Three hours late to work isn't the best way to start the day. Especially when your boss is Park Jimin. Sure, the job is a dream. That is, until he gets angry.

Coming into work three hours late after ditching him the day before at their job is something that would definitely set him off.

When he got no answer he expected the same scene he would usually see most mornings. So he forced his legs to carry himself to the kitchen and just as he predicted, the very scene he thought of in his head did indeed play out.

Jimin's hair was pushed back with a black and white striped bandanna as he kneaded a football-sized -European Football- of dough covered in flour on the countertop. The bandanna was a new addition to the scene, yet a pleasing one at that.

"Hey, Hyung." Taehyung cheerfully greeted the older male, licking his dry lips as he watched Jimin knead the dough. Although, he was quite aggressive with it? "You okay, buddy? You're supposed to be making a tart but the way you are treating that dough it looks like you're gonna turn it into a crumble."

"씨발!" Jimin muttered under his best as he continued beating the lump of dough in his hands until it became as thin as paper and covered nearly the entire surface of the counter.

"Hyung, you know I don't understand that English none sense. What's wrong? You seem mad..." The young blue-haired boy frowned looking up at the older male.