Boboiboy Oneshots

Thunderclone Bonding

It was a late afternoon, and the house was surprisingly quiet for once. Hali had been out back, working on some repairs, while Taufan was inside, sorting through his books on the couch, mumbling as he organized. He tried to keep his focus on the task, but today, something felt off. Every few minutes, his mind drifted to things he didn't want to think about, moments he'd buried long ago, memories he'd sworn never to revisit.

As he placed one of the books on the shelf, his fingers suddenly trembled, and the weight of a familiar dread sank into his chest. His breath started coming in shorter, shaky bursts, and before he knew it, he could feel the panic building. No, not now, he thought desperately, clutching at the edge of the couch for support.

Outside, Hali noticed the quietness seeping through the open window. With a frown, he wiped his hands on a rag and walked back inside. That's when he saw Taufan frozen, his back to Hali but his posture tense, fingers gripping the couch as if it were a lifeline.

"Taufan?" Hali called softly, his voice a blend of concern and curiosity.

No answer. Instead, Taufan's breaths grew more erratic, his shoulders shaking slightly. He looked trapped, as if he were fighting something invisible yet all-consuming.

"Taufan, hey," Hali said again, quickly walking over, his worry escalating. He reached out, placing a steadying hand on Taufan's shoulder. "Hey, what's going on?"

At the touch, Taufan jerked back slightly, his head turning to Hali with wide, fearful eyes, almost as if he didn't recognize him for a split second. And then it clicked.

The haunting memories came rushing back. He wasn't in the living room anymore. He was back in that moment, feeling the crushing weight of manipulation, the helplessness as he remembered being used against his brothers, hurting them in ways he'd never intended. It was like he could hear echoes of that day, see flashes of their faces — the shock, the hurt, the betrayal.

Hali's heart sank as he noticed the panicked look in Taufan's eyes. "Breathe, Taufan, just... breathe," he murmured, moving in front of him, his tone as steady as he could manage.

But Taufan wasn't hearing him. His mind was swirling in a dark cloud of confusion and fear, all tangled with regret. In that moment, he was back there, that day when he'd lost control — the day he'd been turned into a weapon against the very people he loved.

"Taufan, focus on me," Hali tried again, leaning down until his face was directly in Taufan's line of vision. "It's just me here, okay? Just me."

Hali's voice started to pull him back, bit by bit, like a lifeline through the fog. Taufan blinked, his vision slowly clearing as Hali's face came into focus. Hali's gaze was intense, his grip firm yet gentle, like he was anchoring him back to reality.

"Hali... I..." Taufan's voice was barely a whisper, strained and thick with suppressed emotion.

"I'm here," Hali reassured him, his tone unwavering. "Come on, deep breaths. Just follow my lead, alright?"

With a shaky nod, Taufan tried to match Hali's slow, even breathing. In and out, focusing on Hali's voice, grounding himself in the present. Gradually, the tightness in his chest began to ease, though the ache of old guilt lingered.

Once he seemed a little steadier, Hali guided him to the couch, helping him sit down. Taufan leaned back, feeling drained, his head tilting back as he closed his eyes.

"Here," Hali handed him a glass of water, waiting patiently as Taufan took a few slow sips. He watched as Taufan's shoulders relaxed slightly, though he could still see the turmoil flickering in his gaze.