A DAY FOR LOVE ( TAEKOOK )
[ EPISODE - 7 ]
PARK JUNGKOOK
(Sat in the library, flipping through a textbook he wasn’t really reading. His eyes kept wandering to the window)
Final-year senior. Musical prodigy. And apparently now, Jimin hyung’s boyfriend
He had heard too many stories. Too many warnings from upperclassmen. Yoongi had a reputation
People said he didn’t believe in love—that he’d grow fond of someone, let them close, then suddenly leave without a word
PARK JUNGKOOK
(Chest clenched. He didn’t want to see his hyung like that)
Not the boy who once cried for days over a wilted flower. The one who called Jungkook “baby” even though he wasn’t one anymore. The one who never let go of his hand when he was scared
He had to protect him—even if that meant staying in the shadows
The warm smell of kimchi stew filled the dining room.
MR. PARK
(sat at the head of the table, reading his newspaper)
MRS . PARK
(Refilling side dishes, her eyes flickering between the plates)
Jimin and Jungkook sat beside each other, quiet but smiling politely
MR. PARK
Eat more, kook ( said kindly, putting a piece of bulgogi on his plate)
PARK JUNGKOOK
Thank you, appa
PARK JIMIN
(Nudged Jungkook under the table, grinning)
MRS . PARK
(Didn’t say much. She just stirred her soup and glanced occasionally at Jimin—just a little too cold, a little too tight in the lips)
The unmistakable sound of a phone unlocking
His phone had buzzed against the table, and as his screen lit up, so did Mrs. Park’s eyes.
MRS . PARK
(Squinted and saw the name)
MRS . PARK
(Her spoon stopped halfway to her mouth)
MRS . PARK
Who’s that? (asked sharply)
PARK JIMIN
(Froze. His fingers trembled slightly as he picked up his phone, quickly pressing the power button to turn the screen black)
MRS . PARK
(Eyes narrowed) Friend? Or something else?
MR. PARK
(Looked up from his newspaper)
PARK JUNGKOOK
(Instinctively placed a hand under the table—gripping Jimin’s)
PARK JIMIN
(Body shivered faintly, but he gripped Jungkook’s hand back)
PARK JUNGKOOK
His name’s Yoongi
PARK JUNGKOOK
(Looking directly at Mrs. Park) He’s a senior at our college. Music department.
MRS . PARK
(Gaze flicked to Jungkook,Her face hardened. Her chopsticks clinked against her bowl as she picked up more food, saying nothing)
MR. PARK
(However, set his newspaper down)
After finishing their dinner Mrs. Park leaves from there
MR. PARK
I’d like to speak with both of you after dinner (said calmly) In your room, Jimin
crazy ßish
Please ignore my mistakes
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