Chapter 4: Friend

The times wile rapidly, Jungkook was 21 years old while Taehyung was 26 years old. Taehyung barely scolded Jungkook since he was at the right age.

Like, right now, Jungkook was caught vandalizing the University's restroom and Taehyung ended up going to arrange Jungkook's fault.

"And what's your excuse right now? Your friends? You're bored? Do you find it fun? What else?" Taehyung bombarded him with a question when they were in their house.

"Hyung, I just got bored and you know I love art." Jungkook grinned, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Then, you should use your notebook not the wall in your University's restroom." Taehyung chided.

"Hyung, stop scolding me, you acting like you don't love me anymore." Jungkook pouted, hugging Taehyung.

"Ah, Jungkook, that won't work in me. Stop acting cute!" Taehyung groans, pushing Jungkook away.

This day, Jungkook was being mature, gaining weight but with muscle, he has the same height as Taehyung, has a buffer body as Taehyung, but still Taehyung's baby.

"Let's make a deal, hyung." Jungkook smiled innocently.

"What kind of deal?" Taehyung soughed.

"If I get an A in class in our test, you will forgive me." Jungkook giggled.

"Don't be so unfair, you know you can get an A, you're the top student in the whole class." Taehyung retorted in disagreement. 

Jungkook might always get in trouble but his grades were vice versa of his action. The principal can forgive him because Jungkook was their model. It was just his friends who were a bad influence on him.

"But that's the only way I can get your forgiveness. So please, hyung, let's make that deal." Jungkook uttered with slight whines.

"Fine, if you didn't get any A, I'll kick your face." Taehyung sighed in defeat.

"Thank you, hyung, that's why I love you." Jungkook chuckled, hugging Taehyung once again.

Peppering kisses all over his face, not his lips, making it tickles for Taehyung.

"Okay, enough, do your activities." Taehyung stopped Jungkook.

"Alright, hyung." Jungkook uttered, running back to his room.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, sighed, and was about to go to the kitchen but he heard the doorbell rang. He went on the door, opening it and he saw Michael who was courting him.

Taehyung wasn't ready for any relationship, he want to focus on his career as owner of a coffee shop and taking care of Jungkook. He let Michael court him because he seems kinda trustful person. Besides, Jungkook doesn't let him focus on other guys.

"Michael, what are you doing here?" Taehyung inquired, confused.

"I miss you, you are busy these days and I guess, I want to surprise you." Michael replied.

"I'm glad you visit me, but I'm sure, Jungkook won't be glad if he sees you." Taehyung retorted.

"Why are you afraid of him? He's always your reason when we're going to meet up. He's also bothering us when we're dating." Michael stated, kind of annoyed with that Jungkook.

"I'm not afraid of him, I'm just afraid he might get upset." Taehyung explained.

Jungkook did interrupt Taehyung when he dating someone, calling for an emergency but when Taehyung came to check him, he's fine, sitting on the couch, and sipping his banana milk.

"I'm already here, are you going to shoo me?" Michael asked, sighing.

"No, fine, you can go inside." Taehyung soughed, feeling guilty of him.

"Thank you, my gift for you." Michael smiled, his face enlightened.

Taehyung simply smiled, taking the bouquet.

"Take a seat, I'll prepare a snack for us." Taehyung invited.

He set down the bouquet on the table while Michael sitting down on the couch. Jungkook was confused, Taehyung wasn't calling for him to lunch with him.

He was done with his activities, he stood up, leaving his room. He saw Taehyung serving a snack with an ugly guy.

"Oh, hyung, why you didn't tell me you have a visitor." Jungkook started with his deep and solemn voice.

Taehyung froze when he heard Jungkook's voice, he knew he fucked up. He mumbled a curse under his breath, smiling innocently at Jungkook.

"Uh, Jungkook, this is Michael, my friend, Michael, he's Jungkook, my brother." Taehyung introduced them.

Michael stood up, turning around to look at Jungkook.

"Hi, Jungkook, it's nice to meet you. I'm courting your hyung." Michael introduced, extending his hands for a handshake.

"I'm hungry, hyung, did you cook for lunch?" Jungkook totally ignored Michael, going to the kitchen.

Taehyung facepalmed while Michael awkwardly down his hand.

"Yeah, I cooked meat for you." Taehyung replied.

"Okay." Jungkook replied

"Taehyung, come eat with me." Michael joined, patting the space beside him.

Taehyung was about to sit down but a flash Jungkook came with his own food in his hand and drinks with his left hand, sitting beside Michael.

"It's my spot, hyung, you can sit beside me instead." Jungkook said innocently, setting his drinks on the table.

Taehyung slapped himself internally, sitting down beside Jungkook.

"Jungkook, aren't you busy with your activities?" Taehyung inquired to lessen the awkward silence.

"Already done, hyung." Jungkook replied, eating the meat while watching.

Michael sneakily slid his hand on the backrest of the couch, tapping Taehyung's shoulder. Taehyung noticed it, smiling at him. Jungkook suddenly leaned his back on the backrest, putting his feet on the table.

He leaned his head on Taehyung's shoulder, taking the popcorn on Taehyung's lap, watching squid game. When Michael sneakily tried to flirt, Jungkook always caught him.

"Hyung, it's already midnight, we should sleep." Jungkook yawned.

"I'll go too, mom looking for me." Michael said, standing up.

"Sure, you can go Mama's boy!" Jungkook grinned.

Taehyung pinched Jungkook's arm, laughing nervously at Michael.

"Thank you for visiting me." Taehyung smiled.

"See you again." Michael smiled back, leaving the house.

When Michael left, Jungkook stood up, ready to go back to his room.

"Jungkook, did you see the flower here?" Taehyung asked, noticing that the bouquet was nowhere to be found.

"Ah, I threw it on the trash, it smells bad, hyung." Jungkook snickered.

He got inside his room, leaving Taehyung who was shocked by it.