VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

Autism

In the bustling heart of Seoul, a young man named Taehyung navigated the crowded sidewalks with an unmistakable energy. His eyes, a piercing shade of brown, darted from face to face, absorbing every detail and emotion like a sponge in a sea of humanity. He talked to himself in a constant murmur, a habit that made some passersby cast curious glances his way. Yet, amidst the urban pattern of honking taxis and chattering pedestrians, his voice remained a solitary melody, unnoticed by most.

Taehyung's thoughts swirled like a kaleidoscope of words and images, each one more vivid than the last. He had always had a gift for gab, a trait that both endeared him to people and set him apart. His mind was a whirlwind of ideas, a veritable cornucopia of thoughts that spilled out in a never-ending stream of words. To some, it was charming; to others, it was overwhelming. But to Jungkook, the love of his life, it was simply Taehyung being Taehyung.

Jungkook, with his gentle smile and quiet demeanor, was Taehyung's counterbalance. He had a knack for understanding when Taehyung needed space and when he needed a comforting touch. They had been together for two years now, and their bond had grown stronger with each shared smile and whispered secret. Jungkook had learned to navigate the complexities of Taehyung's autism with patience and love, offering support without making Taehyung feel patronized.

One evening, as they strolled through the neon-lit streets holding hands, Jungkook noticed Taehyung's grip tighten. The murmur of his voice grew more urgent, his eyes darting from side to side with a hint of panic. Jungkook knew this was one of those moments when the world around Taehyung became too much to handle. He gently squeezed Taehyung's hand and led him to a quieter alley, where the shadows danced in the soft glow of the distant streetlights.

Taehyung took a deep breath, his chest heaving with relief. Jungkook wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. "What's wrong, love?" he whispered into Taehyung's ear.

Taehyung leaned into Jungkook's chest, his words coming out in a rush. "It's just... the noises, the lights, the people... it's all so... much." He hated admitting his limitations, especially to Jungkook, who always seemed to handle everything with such ease.

Jungkook held him tighter, his voice calm and soothing. "I know it can be overwhelming, but we can take a break here for a bit. Just focus on my voice, okay?" He began to sing a song he made for Taehyung called, "Still With You". A simple melody that held all the love and comfort he couldn't always put into words. The song was theirs, a secret lullaby that had become their safe haven in moments like these.

Taehyung's racing heart slowed to match the rhythm of Jungkook's voice. He closed his eyes and let the music wash over him, the lyrics weaving a warm blanket around his overstimulated mind. The city sounds faded into the background, replaced by the steady beat of Jungkook's heart and the gentle strokes of his fingers through his hair. For a moment, he felt like he could conquer the world, as long as Jungkook was by his side.

As the song ended, Taehyung pulled away slightly to look up at Jungkook. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Jungkook's eyes searched his, a silent question lingering. Taehyung knew he was wondering if he was okay, if he needed more.

"I'm good," Taehyung assured him with a small smile. "Your song... it really helps."

Jungkook returned the smile, his eyes filled with understanding. "Remember, I'm always here for you," he said, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped Taehyung's lashes. "Now, let's go home, and I'll make your favorite dinner."

The walk back to their apartment was quieter, the cool night air a balm to Taehyung's frazzled nerves. As they climbed the stairs, he felt the weight of the day lifting off his shoulders. Jungkook's hand in his was a constant reminder that he wasn't alone in this world, that there was someone who truly knew and accepted him.