• Take My Hand • | A Taekook fiction|

(Chapter 23) • A lead •

Narrator's POV

A week had passed as usual, quite uneventfully.

The boys still went to their uni and back, did their works and visited their Halmoni often.

Speaking of her, she got better; alot better than before. She was almost completely back to normal. Taehyung was still hesitant to let her go back to work, but she assured him she was okay and healthier than ever.

He was still hesitant, but agreed anyway. He told her numerous times to call him whenever she needed him, and let Mr. Park make her work less from now. Which of course, she didn't really agree with in her mind, but just so her grandson could calm down, she told him she'd do all that.

And so she was fine.

But a pen always wrote more smoothly just before the ink ran out, didn't it?

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"Okay ma, yes.. mm yes I'll call you tomorrow. Love you too ma. Tell Dad I love him too yeah? Hmm.. okay, bye.." he ended the call and flopped on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

He sighed, "what am I gonna do now..." Jungkook mumbled to himself, feeling utterly lost.

It was a Saturday morning, and he had done nothing but laze around till now, thinking about what he was going to do. Both at the moment, and about the situation with Taehyung.

"Realize my true feelings, huh?" He muttered to himself again, thinking about how exactly he was going to do that.

And that was when his stomach grumbled.

"...Well then." He picked himself up, heading downstairs to feed himself. Maybe he'd make some toast and scrambled eggs. Oh and nutella milk too.

As he fixed himself some of those, his mind wandered back to the cute and funny moments he had shared with Taehyung, thinking maybe that could help.

He thought back to the fun sleepovers, cuddles, the times when they had played like five-year-olds, the times when they had taken so many pictures, as if they were modelling and being professional, sometimes taking hilarious ones too. It had been really fun, he couldn't lie. Those pictures should still be in his phone.

He almost lost focus on his eggs when he got lost in the memories of Taehyung and him.

After he finished up making his breakfast for the day, he sat down and started munching on it, swiping through the many pictures he had taken with Taehyung.

And he may or may not have felt that flutter in his heart as he did so.

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He placed his pen down on his desk and stretched his limbs, twisting his torso as he squirmed on his seat, a sound similar to the cracking of bones resonating in the room.

He had just finished a week's worth of uni work, and now he once again didn't know what to do.

After some pondering, he thought it would be better to take a breather and step outside of his home and go for a walk.

And so he did just that.

He stepped out of his house, locking it safe. He let himself relax in the chilly autumn evening. It was quite refreshing to have the breeze whiz past him as he walked aimlessly further down the streets, to gaze at the children playing with their playmates and friends at playgrounds, to watch the sky slowly but surely turn into an astounding hue of vermilion, with a tint of lilac washing over it in a light wash. It helped him take his mind off of the negatives of his life, and provided him with a sense of serenity amidst all the stress; even if it was only for a few moments. It really was quite refreshing.