When the school day had ended, Jungkook tried to come up with an excuse to let Taehyung into his house. He wasn’t really worried about Taehyung, as it was only natural for him to be with him all the time - even at night to guard him from the outside, which still made him a bit creeped out, but he could understand since he was an actual legit angel - but it was his parents whom he was worried about. Would they allow him to eat dinner with them again? Would they let him spend the night, and inside so he’d be more welcomed and comfortable on his behalf, even though they just met? Would they let him?

“Taehyung hyung?” Jungkook asked as they were standing outside his house, “would you, uh, like to come in?” he asked.

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “You...want me to come inside?” he asked, “are your parents okay with that? I mean, I’m fine being outside until tomorrow.”

Jungkook shook his head. “That’s ridiculous. Of course you should come inside. Are you hungry?”

“I don’t get hungry,” he said bluntly.

Jungkook stared at him for a moment in case he was joking, but apparently he wasn’t. “You don’t?” he asked stupidly.

“No.”

“Okay.” What excuse could he use now? “Uhm, do you sleep?” Taehyung shook his head, and Jungkook sighed disappointed once again. What now?

Taehyung jumped a bit, like something scared him, although his face didn’t show he was scared, only surprised in a positive way. “Would you mind me coming in? And possibly staying for the night? You know, being inside a room is a bit more comfortable than in a tree outside,” he explained a bit awkwardly.

Jungkook couldn’t help but to grin. “Of course,” he smiled, “wait a second, let me ask my parents.”

Taehyung smiled back with a nod as he waited outside for Jungkook’s family’s permission to enter.

The young human skipped through the house happily as the news of the angel continuing to stay by his side still had an affect on him, he couldn’t manage to calm himself down. “Mom? Dad?” Jungkook called as he couldn’t spot either of them in the lounge.

His mother made an appearance from the kitchen, having an apron wrapped around her waist and Jungkook’s father standing by the counter with the newspaper in his hands. “What is it love?” she smiled at him.

The sight made Jungkook’s jaw drop. “You’re...making food?” he asked astonished. He had never in his entire life even seen his parents near the kitchen, let alone by the oven, fridge, and even preparing a meal.

“Well of course,” she beamed, “what kind of mother would I be if I couldn’t even manage to make a simple meal?”

Jungkook hesitated. “A mother?” he replied unsurely. He wouldn’t exactly dislike her less if she continued to stay clueless about food.

“True enough,” she sighed as she flipped her towel over her shoulder, “did you want something as you called us?”

Jungkook remembered his angel outside the house again after being distracted for a moment. “Oh, yeah,” he muttered, “is it okay if Taehyung stays for dinner?” he asked, “...and overnight?”

“Spend the night?” his father suddenly asked as he looked up from the newspaper, “why?”

“Because his family is having some troubles,” the young male lied, “he really needs a place to stay. He’s kind of sad and worried, and I want to be a good friend to him.”

His mother smiled as