Taekook Oneshots

Drunk

Before we start: this is just going to be angst. i'll write a pt. 2 w a happy ending if anyone really wants it but i've been in a pretty sour mood lately and i hate it so i'm trying to get it out by writing a sad chapter. i've also been just writing chapters half-way, then feeling like they're not good, and then just deleting them. i originally wanted to get this one-shot book to 100 chapters before finally marking it as completed but i've been feeling so sucky lately idk if i'm going to. hope you enjoy anyway though you guys.

pls skip if angst isn't your thing.

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Angst 🥀⛈

Taehyung: emotionally the bottom, boyfriend
Jungkook: emotionally the top, boyfriend

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"Don't tell me what t-to do! Why won't you listen to me?! Why don't you care anymore!?"
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Taehyung chews nervously on his lip, waiting outside the bedroom door while just watching for Jungkook to get a break from his game. When he finally puts his headset down to go to the bathroom, that's when he takes his chance.

He walks in like he hadn't been watching him, stopping him before he can make it to their shared bathroom, "Can we hang out today?" he asks with a small voice.

The truth is, they hadn't been hanging out much. Even after they moved in together, Jungkook was busy. Either on the headset with his buddies or working.

"I'm sorry Tae, today is just a gaming day. We'll hang out tomorrow," he smiles apologetically, and sadly. Taehyung puts on a fake grin and nods.

"It's always a fucking gaming day," he wants to sneer out. Because it was the truth. And he wants to be rude, passive aggressive. He wants to hurt him like he's been hurting the last few months.

But he doesn't. He doesn't hurt him, or comment on anything, or say something to hurt his feelings. Because he can't. He just can't stand the thought, no matter how many times he himself is hurt.

So he walks out of the doorway, just going back to the living room and sitting down. He feels a buzz in his pocket and reaches down to pull out his phone, checking the notification.

Jiminie:
going out tonight, wanna come w?

He texts back a reply.

TaeTae:
depends on where

Jiminie:
the new club i told you about, the one that just opened. apparently it's rlly good

TaeTae:
sure but what should i wear?

Jiminie:
mm.. the dress you got w me at the mall. the short black one

TaeTae: okay, pick me up at 6:30?

Jiminie: sure, see you

TaeTae:
bye

Taehyung shuts his phone off, a bitter feeling left in the pit of his stomach. The black dress was bought for an intended date night, but Jungkook had cancelled last minute to hang out with his friends.

He tried it again, trying to get his attention one day but he didn't even look up from his phone. Taehyung was left in tears as he tore the dress off in their room, almost snagging himself with the zipper. He had shoved it to the back of the closet.

He just had bad memories associated with the dress, but that wasn't Jimin's fault. He would wear it out clubbing, maybe make better memories than the ones it already held.

Taehyung basically does nothing for the next few hours, having nothing to do with his boyfriend or around the house. It gets around dinner time, the intended time, and he eats a quick meal before going to grab the outfit he's going to wear.