"Uncle Kookie, why aren’t you smiling ? 

- What ? »

Jungkook snaps out of his cold zone to look at his nephew, hand in hand, waiting for an answer. Jungkook is a wreck. Why of all people living in the house, did it have to be him ? I mean, if you want to protect a little boy’s privacy, the least you can do is warning his very famous and on top of a fresh scandal uncle to drop him at school! Right ?

AND ON TOP OF THAT THE DAY AFTER THE UNEXPLAINABLE FIGHT THIS SAID UNCLE AND ANOTHER UNCLE JUST HAD!

But nonetheless, Minho forced him to go, and here he is, next to the main entrance of the school, stared at by 90% of the present parents. 

« Uncle Kookie can you walk me to my class ? We did drawings yesterday and I want to show mine to you! »

Jungkook smiles - he would have rather die than enter this classroom - following his favorite nephew, the one he can’t say no to. 

Jungkook follows Chul inside the school, driven by the small hand and tries not to pay too much attention at the one he is getting, saying « hi » once in a while with a respectful bow, earning him some smiles and pictures. 

Safe and sound, Jungkook finally enters the classroom and while every little creatures carefully start sitting at their desk, he is conducted to the back of the room, where a bunch of colorful drawings are scattered on the wall. 

« Mine is right here. » Little Chul points with all his might to a random one. Jungkook tilts his head to the direction and analyses the thing in its deepest details. 

« This is daddy, this is mommy, this is you, this is Uncle Hos and uncle Yoon and Uncle Jimin, and this is uncle NamJoon and Uncle Jin, and this is Aunt Hochull. And this is me, right next to you. 

- Why am I dressed different than the others ? »

Jungkook smiles at the drawing, taking Chul in his arms. 

« It’s because it’s your wedding. »

Jungkook coughs. 

« What ? 

- Yes. And right there I drew doves flying and all the chairs have a white and pink flower, oh and I drew a cloud just under the sun so that it doesn’t get too hot while we’re waiting. »

Jungkook stares at his nephew. 

« Waiting for what ? »

Little Chul smiles at him, whispering in his ear. 

« Waiting for your husband. »

Jungkook whispers back.

« And whom might that be ? »

Little Chul laughs loudly. 

« Nobody knows! That’s why we’re looking in front of us! He is coming but nobo