Comfort | Taekook

Four

Jungkook waved off Mrs. Eun, locking the classroom door behind him and sighing, walking outside. He slung his bag over his shoulder and started walking down the street, when a honk of a car startled him.

He turned quickly, his eyes widening at the sight of Taehyung in his car, window rolled down.

"H-Hyung."

"Get in."

"I told you—" Taehyung held up a bag of McDonald's in his hand.

"I have food."

"Are you bribing me?"

"No?" Taehyung grinned, and the tell-tale sound of a car door unlocking was heard. "Come on, I'll give you a ride home."

"You really don't have to." Jungkook said, but he got into the car anyways.

"My baby girl made me, Isn't that right?"

"Jungkookie needs a ride home every day." The little girl nodded, looking pointedly at Jungkook.

"J-Jinnie, thank you, but that really isn't—y-your dad—"

"Doesn't have any problem with it. You live quite a bit of a ways away. And I'm beginning to think you walk to your school as well, Jungkook, and I know for a fact that that's even further away from your home than Jin-ho's school is. Do you not take the bus?"

Jungkook looked down, shaking his head, a fry in his mouth. "Can't afford it." He mumbled around the food.

"Hmm?"

"I-I can't afford the bus fee." Jungkook said, blushing with embarrassment.

Silence filled the car.

"What time does school start for you?"

"W-Why?"

"Never mind, I'll find out myself." The man muttered.

"M-mr. Kim?"

"Hyung. Stop calling me Mr. Kim, I'll feel old." Jungkook blushed once again, he swore his cheeks would never not be red when around Taehyung.

They finally, and thankfully, made it to Jungkook's house and the boy scrambled out, offering a quick bow of thanks before making it inside. His father wasn't home today, thank god, and the boy immediately went to his room, falling onto his bed.

-

What the hell was he thinking? Taehyung wa snot some weird older men, preying on underage kids, no he was not.

Yet the man couldn't stop the beginnings of thoughts. Thoughts about the boy holding his daughter. Then not holding his daughter, instead running up to him and kissing him on the lips, a smile on his face, an apron around his body, a warm dinner ready for them on the kitchen.

And then...

The blushing boy in his bed, sprawled out for him, shyly trying to cover his body at his unrelenting gaze, Taehyung having to force his legs apart, a firm grip on his thighs to keep his legs open to be able to drink in the sight.

Taheyung shook his head, growling lowly. It was wrong. He was just being a good person, he was helping out a kid who obviously needed it.

But that didn't even begin to explain why he had woken up his daughter half an hour early, gotten her dressed, and then drove all the way out to the boy's house.

He understood that he didn't want him to walk all the way to school.

But he could've just gotten the kid a bus pass.

But instead he was taking the kid himself.

What had gotten into him?

He sighed, resting his head on the steering wheel, but sitting up straight when he saw the kid, Jungkook, walking out of his home.

He watched the boy freeze at the sight of his car, waiting for him in the driveway. Taehyung gulped down his nervousness, rolling down his window and smiling at the boy. "Ready to go?" He said casually, as if he hadn't just drove to the other side of town to pick up a kid he was mildly attracted to but had only met a few days before.

"W-wha—"

"Come on, don't want to be late for school, hmm?"

"Hyung!"

"What? I don't want you walking, this isn't the safest part of town, and school is at least a four mile walk. Uh uh, get in."

Taehyung smiled in victory when Jungkook got in, and he was even more pleased to see the blush adorning his cheeks.

That blush, he decided, would be the death of him.

Taehyung drove to the school, dropping Jungkook off with a promise of seeing him later before heading off to his daughter's school.

Jimin was standing at the edge of the playground like always. "You're later than usual."

"Had to drop off another kid."

"Wh—" Jimin's eyes widened for a moment, before he smirked.

Taehyung cursed at himself. His friend knew. He definitely knew.

"Mr. straight had a little dent from how long he's been bent it seems."

"...shut the fuck up, Jimin. What kind of things are you teaching my daughter here? How to break school property?"

"Wh—"

"Seriously. I ought to talk to the board about you. You're a hazard to the safety of my child—"

"Get the fuck out—"

"And the foul language, honestly, I'm concerned or the well-being—"

"Kim Gayhyung!"