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Long time.... How have you been babygirls?? Missed Uncle Jeon?

How much?

😉

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A bright smile on his face, he hopped into the silent house to get the drinks for himself and Jimin, who was currently doing laps around swimming pool, but he couldn't even take ten steps in the house when he was pulled by his wrist.

His feet—wet from sitting with his feet in the water—slipped against the tiled floor.

His eyes widened. A silent scream escaped his lips as he lost his balance but before he could lose it completely, he was pinned against the wall.

His mind malfunctioned.

"Uncle Jeo—" He gasped as his eyes found a smiling Jungkook but could not reach to the end of it. Jungkook pecked his lips. His mouth lingered against Taehyung's for a moment longer than just a peck—interrupting him.

"Hey!" He breathed mischievously.

Taehyung blinked, taken aback, his heart racing in his chest. He didn't know if it was from the horror or from his uncle's presence. His dark eyes or that teasing smile. His hand on the wall beside his head or the one at his waist beneath the shirt as if it belonged there.

Or... Or from the way he stood so close, Taehyung could feel him all over himself.

"You—" He began once more but Jungkook pecked his lips again.

Taehyung couldn't help but feel his heart skipping a beat.

This was... new?

"What are y-you doing?" He asked standing on his toes, his back pressed against the cold wall but fuck if that didn't make him feel even smaller.

He expected Jungkook to peck his lips again. His gaze drifted down to his uncle's mouth waiting to feel it against his parted lips once more, but Jungkook held it back. 

Taehyung looked up at him only to find the familiar tease and smugness floating in those dark pools as if he already knew what Taehyung was waiting for and shrugged casually. "Saying hello." 

God! A small action like that shouldn't make Taehyung want to curl into himself. It was stupid!

"That's a dangerous way of s-saying hello." He complained despite the flutter in his stomach. He noticed how his voice came out in a soft, breathless whisper. His jaw hurt from smiling so wide. His blood roared in his ears. "You scared me. I might have gotten a heart attack." 

Jungkook's lips curved slightly. "Mm. Maybe you need a little scaring now and then."

The hum, and the way he said those words slid down to Taehyung's core like vodka and his dick twitched in his pants. His bare toes curled on their own as he tried to hold back the urge to be scared again in ways only his uncle could do.

Instead, he stared at the other closely, his eyes roaming over Jungkook's features greedily as if his gaze didn't know where to land while his breaths came in shallow pants. Holy hell...

Jeon Jungkook was capable of leaving him breathless with just his smiles. With his eyes and the raw, huge, masculine presence. Nothing else could make him feel so small or his body react like that. And when he said nothing—he meant absolutely nothing.

His fingers scratched the wall behind him.

Jungkook stared into his eyes, searching them, peeking into his soul through those windows to his being. The waves crashed against the shore in the distance. Boys hooted in unison, but it all sounded too far away. Taehyung blinked softly as his stomach somersaulted. 

The silence of those few moments felt too loud.

Jungkook removed the black hair falling into brown eyes with the pad of his finger and butterflies fluttered in Taehyung's belly.

"W-When did you come back?" He asked, trying to carry on a conversation and not focus on the way his uncle caressed his cheek now.

Jungkook smiled looking down at him. That beautiful curve of his lips put his dimple on display. "When you were sitting there by the pool, laughing, making the day a bit brighter than it already was." He breathed softly.

With his back pressed against the wall, Taehyung stared at him, agape.

"Are you.... flirting?'

That was... oh god. What's that? Something felt so different about it all. About the way his uncle looked at him. About the way his chest felt too small for everything that stirred inside. About... about the way the air around him suddenly felt like it was shimmering gold.

Jungkook shook his head, his eyes still soft. "Are you okay now?" He asked instead. Taehyung didn't even feel offended anymore for not getting an answer. His heart fluttered at the realization that Jungkook was still concerned.

He nodded his head.

His uncle studied his eyes.

Those dark eyes, deep and mysterious and bottomless, made Taehyung's heart race faster. Swallowing, he tried to control the bright smile on his face, but he just couldn't.

He didn't know just how not to feel so happy when everything within him was buzzing with it. He had dreamt about having Jungkook's attention to himself but never the concern that his eyes held or these— these intimate moments. And now when he was living one, he didn't know what he felt.

It was a feeling he couldn't describe in words. A feeling he couldn't hold inside.

"You look happier than usual." His uncle pointed.

Taehyung's gaze did a onceover at his features, at his beautiful beautiful eyes he had always admired, lips with the softness of flowers, sharp cheekbones, grey strands amidst the long, charcoal hair that has felt so silky against his fingers, the glinting stud on his sharp eyebrow, those almost invisible fine lines that somehow just added to his appeal and back to his eyes before he nodded almost hesitantly.

"I am happy." 

Jungkook's thumb found the corner of his lips. "I wonder why..." He raised an eyebrow delighted, his gaze flickering up to Taehyung's eyes for a moment before they went back to his thumb which pressed slightly at Taehyung's bottom lip.

The urge to lick his lips or lean forward and bite on the thumb was insane. But Taehyung controlled it and suppressed another smile. "What do you think?" God! He sounded like he hadn't breathed in ages.

Right... He wasn't breathing. The reminder made him fill his lungs with the air. His breath came out hitched and he licked his lips.

His uncle shook his head, clueless. "You tell me."

His knowing gaze drifted up to Taehyung's brown eyes again. Like he already knew the answer. Like he only wanted to hear it. Taehyung's heart skipped a beat while his breath turned heavy.

"Shall I tell the truth?" He asked, teasing back. Oh God! It was fun. Three days and he had forgot what it felt like to go through this back and forth of endless tease.

He raised an eyebrow as he waited for his uncle to reply but Jungkook just watched him silently, his thumb nudging his mouth. The way he looked at Taehyung, it made his heart crash.

He realized it was not about teasing. His lips parted on their own. Jungkook's thumb caressed his teeth, as if gauging the sharpness of his incisors. Taehyung stuttered, his nails scratching against the wall harder. "Uncle Jeon-" 

Jungkook shook his head, not allowing him to speak.

"Just say it's because of me, wildflower." He demanded instead.

Taehyung's breathe stilled in his throat. Everything around them dissolved—walls, time, the fact that they were in open and in plain sight. The only thing real was the weight of that thumb in his mouth and the burn in his uncle's gaze, so dark and intent it felt like it was dragging something raw out of him.

He didn't know how to not say that.

Especially when it was the truth.

He was happy for so many reasons. He sent out all his applications, everything was good between him and Jimin, summer this year felt more beautiful for some reasons but the reason why his eyes were bright, why stars left the skies and found home in his brown gaze, or why his chest felt so full that he was scared it might explode, it was his uncle.

Jeon Jungkook made him happiest by just existing. By doing something as small as smiling. By sparing a glance to Taehyung. By holding him the way he did right now. Like he was something precious he didn't want to let go of.

"It is." He confessed. The word came out in breathless whisper, a mix of unknown fear and hesitation coiling tight in his stomach.

He watched his uncle staring at him, saw the small curve of his lips, and the slight brightening of his already bright eyes. And for some reason, that small reaction added to the blooming feeling in his chest.

It was so stupid. He didn't even know what they were doing. Their conversations, their tease and intimate moments like these didn't make a damn sense because what it was between them was nothing serious but the strange emotions curling in his stomach, they felt all too nice.

Everything within him was a mess of fluttery feelings and racing heart, but his uncle seemed to be enjoying it all.

Of course.

He loved doing it to Taehyung—leaving him a trembling mess of overwhelming emotions. The boy knew it too well now. And for some stupid reason, it didn't offend or bother him at all. In fact, it left him feeling too many things at once.

Like an addiction.

An intoxicating dose of adrenaline and serotonin.

He felt alive. Happy. Lightheaded. Like he was on clouds and nothing could pull him down.

The day was hot, but he hadn't felt it burning him before that moment. His eyes drifted down to Jungkook's mouth before his soft, sparkling gaze found those dark eyes again. "Just kiss me already." He whispered. His words sounded pleading to his own ears. He heard the longing. The yearning there.

And maybe his uncle heard it too.

Jungkook paused. His gaze burnt with possessiveness--like he had been waiting to hear that visceral need to be kissed and touched by his uncle. Like he had imagined it. Wanted it. Needed it. Taehyung's breath hitched. His body buzzed with heat even when everything within him folded. He tried to swallow down the air stuck in his throat but couldn't.

His chest heaved erratically against the other. He struggled to keep himself together, but a desperate curse left Jungkook's lips before he kissed Taehyung.

And the kiss—

Oh god the kiss, left Taehyung gasping for breath.

His bare toes curled again as he felt his uncle's possessive lips against his own. His heart hammered violently. His hands left the wall and gripped Jungkook's shirt tight at his chest before he pushed himself higher on his toes.

He tasted life on his tongue. He tasted happiness. The first and last wish of his heart which raced as if it was never coming back to its original pace again. It was funny how the realization made him cling onto the other tighter as if they were not already close enough.

Pressing himself harder into his uncle's warm, hard body, he wrapped his hands around Jungkook's neck and pulled him closer even when he could feel everything within him shaking like a leaf.

Jungkook pulled him even closer in response. 

Taehyung's breath hitched.

Jungkook growled lowly as he kissed the deepest part of Taehyung's mouth—his fingers on the waist digging into the soft flesh on both sides as he kept the boy flushed to himself.

It was urgent. It was messy. Like none of the two could get enough.

Taehyung could feel Jungkook's eagerness against his abdomen. It pulsed hot and thick, as if it wanted nothing less than Taehyung's warmth. His lips parted as he tried to breathe but Jungkook took it as an invitation.

His tongue slipped past, deepening the kiss with the kind of hunger that made Taehyung's head swim. The kind of hunger that shouldn't exist between an uncle and his nephew. And yet here it was, alive and breathing against his mouth.

Throbbing against his abdomen like a desperate rogue searching for home.

Everything around Taehyung rotated. He whimpered. Soft. Almost soundless. And Jungkook drank on it like he had been thirsty all his life.

The way that kiss felt, it created a havoc inside Taehyung. God! He clung onto him desperately. His fingers curled around Jungkook's hair and he tugged on them. His knees felt weak. His fingers trembled while black and white static filled his head. It was like the first time again. He wanted more and more but it was already difficult to take what he was getting without losing his senses.

His neurons fired while his breath turned difficult. And even when his lungs burnt, he wanted nothing more than to be kissed to death by Jungkook.

Everything within him begged.

Please!

Tears of pleasure and happiness gathered at his eyelashes. Jungkook groaned against his mouth in warning but Taehyung tugged harder at his hair.

"Uncle J-Jeon!" He moaned.

"Keep clinging onto me like that and I wouldn't care who see me fucking you right against this wall, wildflower." His uncle warned biting against his jaw now.

Taehyung's head fell back, his eyes closed tight. Sweat formed at his hairline. He felt like he was going to turn into ashes. Or melt into nothing at his uncle's feet. He wanted that. It scared him just how much he wanted that.

He wanted to fucking combust. In that moment, Jungkook could suck the soul out of him and he would thank his uncle for touching his essence with his lips. He just wanted to feel that close with the other.

At the back of his mind, he knew it was not safe. They were outside. But the fire burnt hotter inside. Insane! How could... how could one want something so fucking bad?

His dick ached against his jeans. He would never want it in his right mind, but he was never in his right mind around Jungkook. "Wanna c-cum." He demanded.

"Fuck!" Jungkook cursed angrily, his voice a dangerous combination of dark warning and gentle reminder. "You don't want me to do what I fucking want to right now, baby."

He sucked a dark hickey into Taehyung's neck making his head fall back even further. Taehyung felt like a wax doll melting under the heat of Jungkook's touch, his small frame fitting so right into his uncle's muscular one that for a moment, he felt like he was made for the other. His nails dug into Jungkook's shoulders as he clung onto him tighter.

"What do you want to d-do?" His voice trembled.

"Jesus. I—" Jungkook groaned, leaving it incomplete.

"You?" Taehyung provoked, the tingling in his toes just burning more intense.

His uncle squeezed him tight in his arms and bit into his shoulder like a hungry animal trying to restrain himself. "I wanna make you cry so fucking bad."

"W-What?" Taehyung's eyes snapped open. Something tightened in his stomach, and it was not a nice feeling. 

Jungkook stilled as if realizing what he just said but he didn't let go. Everything suddenly felt too silent even when Taehyung's blood roared. He heard Jungkook let out a sound in disapproval against his ear. He could literally taste his uncle's guilt and regret in the air as if those words were never meant to be said out loud.

"Am sorry. That sounded so wrong." He apologized, sounding too husky and regretful.

"I—" Taehyung began, unsurely but his voice didn't support. He tried to pull away to look at him, but Jungkook didn't let him. Still holding Taehyung into himself, he closed his eyes and placed his head against Taehyung's shoulder.

The two stood there breathing heavily.

Taehyung stared into the distance trying to understand what it could mean but he couldn't. His throat felt too dry as if he had been exercising for hours.

He licked his lips only to taste Jungkook all over there. He swallowed, trying to compose himself. His body still burnt. His legs were still weak. His dick was still hard in his jeans, but Jungkook wasn't anymore.

"W-What—"

"Forget it, wildflower." Jungkook didn't let him complete. Taehyung blinked trying to understand what just happened. Jungkook still had his head against Taehyung's shoulder. His heart pounded hard in his ears.

I want to make you cry so fucking bad!

What—

He swallowed. "You meant that in a b-bad way?" He questioned a moment later as his heart still beat somewhere in his stomach.

Jungkook shook his head where it still rested against the other's shoulder. "I could never mean anything in a bad way with you."

It was not only the words, but it was also the way he told them that made Taehyung's breath hitch. His voice sounded so unlike him. A guilty whisper. A raw confession. Funny thing, he trusted the words.

He trusted Jungkook.

Hell, he, for once, didn't think Jungkook might actually mean them in a wrong way. He was just taken aback by the way he said them, and the way he went still after he did that.

Jungkook pulled back.

Taehyung searched his eyes. Those orbs were blank again, like always, but Taehyung saw the hint of hesitation.

"You want to make me cry with how good you make me feel?" He questioned childishly just to see the other smiling. And Jungkook did. His lips curved up in the faintest of smiles before he cupped Taehyung's face and kissed him again.

Taehyung couldn't stop himself from smiling against his lips.

"You are so fucking pure, wildflower." He whispered against Taehyung's lips.

Pure. Taehyung wanted to laugh but his eyes sparkled in mischief. "Is that a bad thing?"

Jungkook searched for something in his eyes before kissing him again. Taehyung's eyes closed and his fingers found the dark locks again. This kiss, it was none like before. So soft and slow and gentle. Taehyung's heart raced in his chest again.

Something has changed.

He could feel it in the air between them.

He could feel it in his own stomach. He could feel it in Jungkook's hold. His actions. His eyes and the way his lips moved against Taehyung. And that change, for some reason, excited the boy. Jungkook's rough hand slid to cup his nape and Taehyung's eyes fluttered because that—was hands down the best thing he had felt in his life.

The two kissed each other until his legs were jelly again and they were struggling to breath. The fact that they could be seen was nowhere in Taehyung's mind anymore.

"Fuck wildflower!" Jungkook cursed pulling back, resting his forehead against Taehyung's. Their hot, shallow breaths mingled together in the space between them. "I love the way you taste."

Taehyung's chest rose and fell like he had ran a marathon.

Jungkook's fingers still dug into his waist beneath the shirt, burning him while the other still cupped his nape. Taehyung's lips curled into a smile before he licked his lips, trying to sooth down the tingling feeling there.

"What do I taste like?" He asked, his voice trembling as he opened his eyes. His hand rested on his uncle's hard chest. He could feel the heart thudding wild beneath his palm.

His own chest rose and fell hard against the others.

Jungkook's lips curled up into a grin before he opened his eyes, their foreheads still pressed together.

"You taste like young days."

Taehyung's smile brightened even more.

He liked the sound of that.

Jungkook held onto him for a moment longer. Taehyung couldn't tell who he was steadying. Taehyung? Or himself? But whatever it was, he was thankful for it. His legs needed a moment to solidify. Hell, his body needed a moment to solidify.

Jungkook finally pulled back, straightening Taehyung's shirt. The boy sucked in a breath when his uncle's fingers touched his hardness.

"Oh... Sorry." He apologized innocently. But Taehyung knew he did it deliberately. It was clearly written in his super beautiful, dark eyes, and that smirk.

He narrowed his eyes playfully and pointed towards Jungkook's crotch. "It's okay. You are no different."

His uncle chuckled as he watched him silently, that smug smile never leaving his face. Taehyung bit on his lower lip out of habit and saw Jungkook's eyes drifting down to it.

He stepped into Taehyung's personal space once more.

Taehyung's breath hitched having Jungkook close once more. Too close. The kind of close that blurred the air. The kind of close that made his knees feel like rice paper.

If it could, he would give his right kidney to know what was going in his head.

He opened his mouth, trying to find words to break that gaze that burnt him in the most delicious ways but before he could, his uncle held his chin, lifted his mouth all too gently and kissed him again.

As if he couldn't get enough.

Taehyung's heart skipped a beat.

His fingers curled around the fabric of Jungkook's shirt as the older man kissed him gently. Slow. Soft. Aliving. It wasn't supposed to feel like that. It... it wasn't supposed to make his chest ache and bloom at the same time. It wasn't supposed to make his lungs forget how to work. To... To make his heart crash or to make his soul long but it did...

It--

It left so many things unsettled inside him.

When Jungkook pulled back again, Taehyung blinked, dazed, like someone had just shaken his entire world loose. His lips parted, but no words came out—only that shallow, uneven breath he couldn't control. And then those eyes—those dark, endless eyes—were on him again, searching, waiting, asking something he didn't understand but felt everywhere.

"I'll see you later?" 

Taehyung nodded, because what else could he do? His body wasn't listening to him anymore. Jungkook smiled removing the hair from his eyes and stared at the boy for a few moments and that... somehow made everything worse.

He saw his uncle nodding lightly before walking away but that few moments of staring--of those black black eyes on his own, the small flicker of something he couldn't name... and the way those hesitant fingers lingered on his waist as if not wanting to let go just yet... 

Taehyung watched his retreating back with a mix of confusing as well as overwhelming emotions.

What... was that?

He wanted to know. What just happened in those few seconds of eye contact because his stomach felt too full while his body buzzed. He raised his hand hesitantly to feel the wild thud in his chest.

His heart was racing. Again. Something felt empty inside. A strange, aching emptiness curling deep inside him, right beneath all that heat and chaos. Like something had been given to him and taken away in the same breath.

He didn't understand it.

Didn't understand why his lips still tingled. Why his skin still burned where Jungkook had touched him. Why his chest hurt in a way that didn't feel entirely painful. Why he suddenly wanted— More.

It was when Jungkook was out of his sight that he remembered he needed to breathe. He swallowed, trying to suppress his smile and fanned his burning face while his body yearned for the other to come back and touch him once more. Touch in ways only he could. Make him feel a thousand things with just his eyes.

Make his heart dance like a high school girl, his body glow like it did after that morning in the cave. Because Taehyung— He was done for.

He smiled, biting on his lip while butterflies still fluttered in his stomach. He bit on his lower lip but when he couldn't control it, he let out a squeal that was born somewhere in the pit of his stomach.

God! He cursed looking into the direction into which his uncle just disappeared and smacked himself mentally. "Hold yourself together, Taehyung!" Because he... he was losing all his control over his feelings. But again, he never had it when it came to Uncle Jeon. Not his fault.... that man was capable of doing that to anybody. Huh!

When his heart calmed down, he walked out again with the drinks—hair finger-combed and cheeks still suspiciously flushed—Jimin was texting someone. "You took long." He glanced at him.

Taehyung nodded placing the can beside him carefully. His finger still buzzed with an excitement. His stomach still did funny things from everything that happened in last twenty minutes. He opened a drink with his shaking hands and took a sip but ended up spilling some into his shirt. The cold droplets against his nipples made him curl his toes in water. 

He licked his lips trying to distract himself and shrugged. "Got caught up with something." 

Jimin nodded locking his phone. "I was—" He began, that look on his face that screamed he was about to tell Taehyung about one of those stories Taehyung was not at all interested in listening. Okay maybe he was. Jimin's stories were always wild. He just acted not to be interested.

But Jimin trailed off.

Taehyung licked his lips, watching his gaze trained on his mouth.

"W-What?" He asked touching his lips.

Amusement appeared in Jimin's eyes before it was replaced with laughter. "Fuck you, Taehyung! Which dick were you sucking?"

*******

The first thing he noticed when he walked into his room was a wooden box on his bed. His eyebrows furrowed as confusion filled his eyes. He walked over to it. Dropping his phone on the mattress, he picked up the box and opened it.

A bright smile made it to his eyes the moment his gaze fell on the wild strawberries inside. 

He didn't remember exactly how long it had been, but his love for wild strawberries had always been loud. Loud in the way he used to beg Jimin to come with him to pick some as a child, loud in the way he'd stain his fingers red and not care, loud in the way something so small could make him so unbelievably happy.

But then growing up, that childish excitement had slowly been tucked away somewhere deep inside him. Wild strawberries were not so easily available in Korea anyway. And he did not like the ones that were sold in plastic packaging. And moreover, when you grow up, some things just fade.

His love for that fruit didn't fade though. It just... got quiet? Was that the right word? He shrugged, not sure, and his gaze did a onceover at the strawberries inside. They looked perfect. Not those shiny, oversized ones from stores, but small, slightly uneven—real. Exactly how he remembered them.

He took out one and plopped it into his mouth without thinking twice.

The taste of it burst on his tongue, exactly how he remembered it. He took out another and flopped onto the bed wondering who could have left it there. He blinked, lost in his thoughts, but somehow, only one name kept coming back.

He picked up his phone and typed a quick text.

Thank you.

The text was delivered in front of his eyes. Two ticks appeared but they soon turned blue. Taehyung bit on his lower lip as the seen turned into typing the next moment. His phone pinged with a reply.

Uncle Jeon: For?

Taehyung blinked.

For strawberries.

Three bubbles appeared on the screen, indicating his uncle was typing but soon, they disappeared. Taehyung waited for them to appear again, but they didn't. He blinked confused. He waited, and waited a little more, but the text never appeared on his screen.

He sat up straight, placing the box of the wild strawberries to side to type something but no words could make it to him. He made a face not understanding what just happened. Jungkook just... left him on seen?

Huh?

How could he?

Did--Did he say something wrong?

Wait-- It clicked him then. What if Jungkook was not the one who left it for him? But who else would leave them there. Must be someone who went out into the forests. If not his uncle, then? His father? But again, he would have told him if it was him.

He couldn't come up with another name. But the blank screen of his phone said otherwise. He made a face. Even if he hadn't left them for Taehyung, he could at least reply to him.

An angry pout replaced his smile. He couldn't believe his uncle could really do that. Especially after looking at him the way he did a few hours ago down in the hall. He threw the phone to the side and took out another strawberry from the box and plopped into his mouth frustrated.

He tried to control himself, but everything inside burnt. So, when he couldn't, he huffed. "Asshole!" 

His phone pinged.

His eyes found the screen at the speed of light.

A message from Jungkook waited for him. For a moment, he decided to ignore it. Tit for tat! But he couldn't control his fingers for too long. Picking up his phone again, he unlocked the device. The message from his uncle stared at him from the screen.

Uncle Jeon: Spend the night with me.

The sharpness in his eyes, or the pout on his lips, or even the burn in his chest, all of it evaporated as if it had never been there. Funny muscles clenched in his abdomen at the thought of the night. A shy smile made it to his lips and he reread the words. 

Spend the night with me.

God... He missed it. He missed him. Missed the way his uncle made him go all giddy without even doing anything. The silent confession made his ears heat up. He fell back onto the bed and read the message once more.

Spend the night with me...

Oh, Taehyung was dying to. His body was aching in ways that couldn't be described in words.

He couldn't wait for the sun to go down.

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Ah! How does it feel to be inside Taehyung's mind when you read it??? When I write, I feel all tingly and giddy and happy in ways I would never be able to describe in words.

He is so pure. And whatever he feels for Jungkook, despite the kind of relationship they have, it all feels so sacred. Doesn't it? Or is it just me?? Maybe I just imagine a character and the role I want him to play but if that's true, if I am not depicting it right.... Trust me, it's beautiful in my head. Not just beautiful, it's too fucking perfect actually!!

I'll be really sad if I don't give you that experience.

About Uncle Jeon.... I only have one word. CHA-DAMN!! Man is being bold, isn't he? And his words.... Oh lord!!

That should be illegal.

Who says that they want to make you cry? 😂😂 Why do you think uncle Jeon wants to make TeTe cry? Bad uncle!! Bad Bad uncle!!! 🤣

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I know I was to update two chapters as promised, but I got an eye infection and all of you have been waiting for it for so long so I didn't want to make you wait longer when the chapter was already written.

Just gimme some time. I'll update soon. I promise. And this time, I pinky promise. Just pray my eye gets better soon.

Also, many of you were asking if I have abandoned the book or forgot about it or forgot the storyline, the answer is No. I haven't abandoned it. I haven't forgotten about it. I haven't forgotten the story line. And Summer Secret is NOT my middle child as many of you were assuming 😂😂

It's just that I have been too busy lately and have been losing the motivation to carry on, not just the summer secret but the writing as a whole. There's no interaction. There's no appreciation. There's is no excitement. Everything is just too.... Regular!!

I know and I am not blaming or complaining, everyone has a life and not everyone has time to be too into fictional world but I have had such an amazing time here that anything less than that just feels nothing.

But I hope I get over it. I hope you guys help me get over it. I really need you all. I really need all of your love and support and the words that keeps me going... 🫂🫂

Until next time, take care of yourself, babies. I love you all so much. Take care of yourself. ✨❤️