• Take My Hand • | A Taekook fiction|

(Chapter 4) • The Encounter •

Narrator's POV

It had been three days since Jungkook's reunion with Hoseok. And Hoseok had introduced Jungkook to Namjoon and Seokjin the next day itself.

Safe to say that they had clicked right away. And Seokjin being the 'parent' he was, he had claimed Jungkook as his youngest child, after about an hour of knowing him–though he technically wasn't the youngest.

Jungkook had found Namjoon extremely fascinating. No, not in a romantic way, he'd been simply fascinated by his intelligence and his unique view on things. And also how he would go from an absolute genius to the God of destruction in a split second. It was hilarious, to say the least.

Jungkook loved it. He felt very welcome in his new little friend group. He felt comfortable enough to be himself around them.

He had found out that Namjoon and Seokjin were dating, for almost 2 years now. He was of course, completely chill with it. They had also told him that they knew three more people that were just as cool and nice, although one of them tended to be a bit cold at first. He thought that was interesting, more than anything else.

If it meant that he could become friends with more people like the couple he'd met, then he'd be more than glad to befriend them.

Although he would have to wait till the first day of University to meet them. Which was tomorrow.

And that was exactly why he was packing up the things he'd need for tomorrow at the moment.

To say that Jungkook was excited, would be an understatement. He was beyond excited.

    Tomorrow would be the day he'd meet the other three guys, the day he'd start his first class, the day that would mark the start of his new experiences. He knew this excitement would be short-lived, but he didn't care and made most of it.

   He had already bought all the stuff he'd need for Uni with the help of the three roommates yesterday. So he was all set. All he had to do was get up the next morning, freshen up, eat something, grab his bag and head to Uni.

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Jungkook's POV

I woke up to my alarm, which thankfully, was not emitting that awful noise, but a calm piano music instead. Hobi hyung had reminded me to change it yesterday when we'd called for a bit, and I had immediately changed it. Thank god for that.

  I checked the time; 7:00am. I headed to the bathroom, did my normal morning routine, and when I got off from the shower, I changed into a pair of dark blue jeans and a white long-sleeved turtle neck sweater with one black-red stripe, both just below the neck area.

It was a simple outfit, but quite nice and presentable. And comfortable. That was what I looked for in clothes. Comfort more than anything.  

  I then headed to the kitchen and started making a few slices of toast and eggs, sunny side up. After those were done, I shifted them onto a plate and started to spread nutella on the toasts.

Yes. I love nutella. Don't judge me.

After breakfast, I cleaned the dishes and grabbed my bag, heading to my doorstep to put on my shoes. I checked my watch, 8:30am. Perfect timing. Exactly 30 minutes left till the first class. I'd probably reach there in about 10-15 minutes, which meant I'd have 15-20 minutes to tour around the Uni, maybe I could ask Hobi hyung to show me around. Great!  

And like that I started walking.

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