Completed Taekook One-shorts

Mizpah - 2

The world was dark and silent when Taehyung's eyes fluttered open, drawn out of his fitful sleep by the insistent knocking that echoed through the quiet room. For a moment, he lay still, disoriented, his body heavy with exhaustion. His head throbbed with a dull ache, a painful reminder of the hours he had spent crying before sleep finally claimed him. His eyes, swollen and tender, protested as he blinked them open, and his nose burned from the salty tears that had flowed relentlessly.

Taehyung sat up slowly, the blankets falling away as he winced at the tightness in his chest. The sadness, that deep, aching emptiness, hadn't left. It still lingered, heavy and suffocating, making it hard to breathe. His throat felt raw, and when he touched his face, he could feel the dried traces of tears on his cheeks. He inhaled shakily, trying to pull himself together as the knocking grew louder, more persistent.

With effort, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, swaying slightly as a wave of dizziness hit him. His body felt sluggish, like it had been drained of all energy. The tears had taken their toll, leaving him hollow and weak. He glanced at the clock on the wall, the soft ticking the only sound besides the knocking. The glowing numbers showed it was nearly 1 a.m. A frown tugged at his lips. Who would be knocking at this hour?

Taehyung's heart raced as he slowly made his way toward the door. The fear crept up on him, cold and unsettling. It was the middle of the night, and the last thing he wanted was to face anyone in this state. He was scared—scared of what waited behind the door, scared of confronting the mess his life had become.

The knocking continued, relentless. Taehyung hesitated, his hand hovering over the door handle. For a brief moment, he considered ignoring it, letting whoever it was walk away. But something in him—perhaps curiosity, or maybe a need for distraction from his own thoughts—pushed him to open the door.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself as his fingers wrapped around the cool metal handle. Slowly, he pulled the door open, his heart pounding in his chest. As the door swung wide, his breath caught in his throat.

Standing in the doorway, swaying slightly on unsteady feet, was the last person Taehyung expected to see—Jungkook. His Jungkook. The person who had held his heart for so long, the person he had broken up with only a month ago. The person who was still, despite everything, the love of his life.

For a moment, time seemed to stop. Taehyung stared at Jungkook, his mind racing to catch up with the reality of the situation. The younger man looked disheveled, his clothes wrinkled and his hair tousled as if he had been out all night. And then the smell hit Taehyung—alcohol. Jungkook was drunk, his eyes glassy and unfocused, a lazy grin playing on his lips as he blinked at Taehyung.

"Ggukie..." Taehyung's voice came out as a barely audible whisper, his throat too tight, too choked with emotion. He wasn't sure if it was disbelief or shock or a mix of both, but he couldn't stop staring at the man he had spent countless nights crying over.

At the sound of the nickname, a giggle escaped Jungkook's lips, and before Taehyung could react, Jungkook stumbled forward, throwing himself into Taehyung's arms with surprising force. Taehyung barely had time to steady himself, his arms instinctively wrapping around Jungkook to keep them both from falling.

Jungkook was heavy, his weight pressing against Taehyung's smaller frame. He clung to Taehyung like a lifeline, his head resting on Taehyung's shoulder as he slurred his words, the alcohol thick in his voice. "My baby... Hyungie was still waiting for his Ggukie, right?"

The words, so familiar yet so distant, pierced Taehyung's heart like a knife. Hearing the nickname from Jungkook's lips, in that soft, drunken tone, stirred a flood of memories that Taehyung had tried so hard to bury. Nights spent in each other's arms, stolen moments of laughter and warmth, promises whispered in the dark. And now, standing here, holding Jungkook in his arms once again, it all felt so painfully close.