Kim Taehyung 10

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Another attempt to construct a complex sentence is unsuccessful - and Taehyung discouragedly drops his head on his tutor's shoulder, sighing so pitifully that Jungkook feels an overwhelming instinct screaming at him to pity the careless student.

“It’s okay, Taehyung, you’ve almost mastered the past tense,” the man says softly, in his pleasant, deep voice that matches the dim lighting in the younger’s room.

And even though English was difficult for Kim, even though he was capricious because of it, for some reason he wanted to return to this apartment.

Maybe Jungkook just liked the painting the younger boy had drawn, his interior, or… himself. Who knew?

“No, I’m a fool,” the young man whined again, butting the older man in the shoulder.

In his language, it meant to feel sorry.

And Jeong felt sorry: continuing to speak words that combined support and affection, he stroked Taehyung’s slightly curly hair with his hand, allowing him to relax.

Twilight shyly seeped into the room, quietly spreading into the corners, and the two men continued to sit, forgetting about English.

Especially the younger one, whose quiet snoring suddenly reached Chong, who only felt how the young man’s body grew heavier, finding excellent support in the form of the older man’s shoulder.