One shots

Taekook - Under the city Lights

The city skyline stretched out before us, glittering like a sea of stars against the night. The rooftop we stood on was quiet, secluded from the hustle and bustle below. The soft hum of distant traffic was the only sound that accompanied us as we leaned against the railing, staring out at the world beyond.

Taehyung stood next to me, his hand resting lightly on the metal rail, fingers brushing against mine. The contact was subtle, almost accidental, but it sent a warmth through my entire body, making me feel grounded—anchored to him. I stole a glance at him, watching the way the lights reflected in his eyes, turning them into a shade of amber that felt otherworldly.

"I love the city at night," he said softly, his voice almost lost to the wind. "It's like everything slows down. Like time doesn't exist here."

I nodded, but I wasn't looking at the city. I was looking at him. Taehyung had always been like that—someone who could turn something as simple as standing on a rooftop into an unforgettable moment. He made the world feel softer, quieter, even when everything was chaos.

"You're thinking too much, Kook," he said, turning his head toward me, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His voice was gentle, teasing, but there was a knowingness in his gaze, like he could see right through me.

I chuckled softly, feeling a little embarrassed at how easily he could read me. "I'm not thinking that much."

"Liar," he grinned, his eyes crinkling at the edges. "You always get this look on your face when you're lost in your head. It's kind of cute."

I felt my cheeks flush, and I turned away, trying to hide the sudden rush of heat. Taehyung always had a way of catching me off guard, making me feel things I couldn't quite put into words. It wasn't just his words—it was him. The way he made me feel seen, like no one else in the world mattered when we were together.

"I'm not cute," I mumbled, still looking away.

Taehyung laughed, a low, warm sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Before I knew it, he was standing closer, his body just inches from mine, his warmth chasing away the cool breeze of the night. He reached out, gently tilting my chin so I had no choice but to look at him.

"You are, though," he said, his voice softer now, more serious. His eyes held mine, and suddenly the playful banter between us faded, replaced by something deeper. The air between us felt charged, filled with all the unspoken things we'd kept hidden for so long.

For a moment, neither of us moved. The world around us seemed to blur, the lights of the city fading into the background. All I could focus on was Taehyung—his face so close to mine, his breath warm against my skin, the way his gaze flickered down to my lips before meeting my eyes again.

"Kook..." His voice was barely a whisper, his fingers still lightly holding my chin, keeping me close. "I've been wanting to tell you something for a while."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "What is it?"

He took a deep breath, his thumb gently brushing against my jaw, sending a rush of warmth through me. "I don't think I can keep pretending anymore. I don't want to."

My breath hitched, and I felt my pulse quicken. I knew what he was talking about. We'd danced around it for so long, neither of us daring to cross that invisible line between friendship and... something more. But standing here now, under the city lights, with him so close, I realized I didn't want to pretend either.

"Then don't," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Taehyung's eyes searched mine, and for a split second, I saw the vulnerability there—the uncertainty. But then, his hand slid from my chin to the back of my neck, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. His lips brushed against mine, soft and tentative at first, like he was testing the waters.

But the moment our mouths met, everything else faded away. The kiss deepened, and all the tension, all the unspoken feelings between us, seemed to pour out in that one, perfect moment. My hands found their way to his waist, pulling him even closer, needing to feel him, to know this was real.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless, Taehyung rested his forehead against mine, his hands still cradling the back of my neck. His eyes were closed, and there was a softness in his expression that made my chest ache.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he whispered, his voice barely a breath.

"Me too," I admitted, my heart still racing. "I just didn't know how."

He smiled, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine. "We figured it out."

We stood there for a while longer, wrapped in each other's warmth, the city lights twinkling below us like a sea of stars. In that moment, nothing else mattered—no expectations, no worries about what would happen next. It was just me and him, together.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt like everything was exactly as it should be.