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[fifty-five] ugly gnomes

[ this is my longest chapter yet, i guess it kinda makes up for the missing update from yesterday ╰(*'︶'*)╯♡

& ALSO, this chapter contains some major typos and grammatical errors, i apologize Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) ]

jungkook heavily sighs at an addled taehyung who is fumbling with the gps, muttering sustains such as "i got this", & "no problem".

when jungkook thought he had enough, he fished out his phone. "let me ask siri."

"nO!" taehyung clamored. "i want to find it myself." jungkook grunts in exasperation and folds arms, unknotting his tense position on the leather car seat.

taehyung glimpses over his shoulder, perceiving how he possibly had rankled the younger. "naw, don't get all sulky. we'll get there."

jungkook scoffs, "someday, hopefully."

the brakes rattle when approaching a red street light, requiting for the silence. suddenly an eager hand climbs upon jungkook's thigh, fingers trickling on the sheer material. "sorry for annoying you, babe. i'm sorry, alright?" taehyung peeled his eyes from the road, facing a now-red jungkook. omg, he just called me "babe". aND WHAT IS HIS HAND DOING THERE--
dainty fingers gently squeeze the latter's inner thigh, a gasp escaping from his lips.

"taehyung."

"hm?" i oughta wipe that sneaky smile off his face-

"face the goddamn road."

taehyung whipped his head to the road, now aware of blaring horns from aggravated drivers who was waving hands hysterically. he mumbled "oh crap" before making a sharp turn to the right, pulling his hand away from jungkook.

"never noticed it turning green," taehyung awkwardly chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

jungkook couldn't help but smile, however dampens it when he recalls the memory of taehyung's seducing apology.

a sudden enthusiastic tone takes over, when jungkook spots a familiar gas station. "we're near! turn left after that curve, right there." the younger anxiously points at a run down construction painted in dusky colors, bringing out a gloomy feel. taehyung can't help but shiver, however grins when the younger frolicked in his seat. "i'm home," he beamed.

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"that's it! the brownish one, that's our house." taehyung pulls up on the slim concrete driveway, careful to not knock down the ugly, sneering gnomes planted in the garden. he aligns the car perfectly enough to his liking, hoping it's enough to impress jungkook's father. then the raven haired male takes off his seatbelt, only to be stopped by the latter. "what now?"

"i deserve something."

"like what?"

"a kiss. you promised me one." taehyung's eyes gleam with expectation, remembering jungkook's words.

"no, i said maybe."

"same thing, now just come over here." taehyung gestures for him to come closer, faking a pout.

"when my dad could be watching? no way." he shakes his head in disapproval, already imagining his father's horrified look. suddenly he gasps whilst mumbling, "speak of the devil", pointing behind taehyung.

taehyung turns around and scrutinizes his eyes, detecting a hunched-over figure in a wheelchair by the front door who is waving conscientiously. "is that your dad?"

"yep. now hurry," jungkook jumps out of the car, careful to not touch the stained door handle. after shutting his own door, taehyung follows behind him, watching how the two exchanged greetings. mr. jeon smiled warmly at his son, grey hairs evident on his scalp. which would remind the brunette somewhat of obi-wan, a wise aura surrounding him. the older man laid eyes on taehyung, tilting his head. "and you are?"

taehyung smiles proudly, running once again over his practiced lines. "excuse me for not introducing myself earlier sir, i'm your son's bo-"

"boiler operator!" jungkook hops in, using his heel to crush his toes ( a/n: not literally, ouch ). taehyung winces in pain, hissing lowly before shooting glaring daggers at jungkook.

mr. jeon blinks at this, repeating his son's words. "a boiler operator? is your dorm not functioning correctly?"

jungkook laughs awkwardly, shrugging it off. "it's just a bit funky at some times."

jungkook's father knits his eyebrows, nodding slowly. "if you ever have problems financially, call me." the old man slowly turned around, pivoting in his chair. "i'm really fine, dad. oh and by the way, where is the nurse that supposedly got sent from hongu hospital?"

"she's fixing my lunch. feeling like a toddler again!" mr. jeon chuckles at himself, turning around once again.

"now dear boiler operator, i'm sorry to have inconvenienced you by bringing my son all the way out here. feel free to stay for the night!"

taehyung felt oddly polite, bowing multitudinously. "thank you for your kindness, sir."

he shot a toothy grin, "no problem. it's nice seeing my son having friends his age."

once mr. jeon left, taehyung turned around while raising an unimpressed brow, spatting, "your boiler operator?"

"i'm sorry, i panicked! but don't you dare mention you're gay, or we'll get kicked out."

"what!? he seemed so nice." taehyung furrows his brows, eyes tracing where he last saw mr. jeon.

jungkook frowns at this, pursing his lips together. "people are much worse than they seem, tae."

"just don't say anything."