Taekook Oneshots

Stay With Me

Most people wouldn't think that this many mistakes could be forgiven. Most people would have left a long time ago. Most people would give up on it, believe that the love is gone, and move on.

Maybe that's why Jungkook felt like an idiot.

He'd been with Taehyung for four years now, and the elder's one night stands weren't even showing signs of stoping. His boyfriend was addicted to the thrill of it, of having sex with a stranger, of being discovered, of making sure that his long suffering lover forgave him and believed it wouldn't continue.

It wasn't like Taehyung went to someone else when they argued, either. They could be in a really good place, and he'd just go out and meet someone hot and have his way with them. It never made sense. There was never a pattern, except for one.

Every time it happened, Jungkook fell apart a little bit more.

And every time he did, Taehyung felt a little bit worse.

The problem he had was that he was addicted to it. Jungkook was his life, and both of them knew it. But there was something that he couldn't get anywhere else, a rush of adrenaline that got his blood pumping and his heart racing. He needed it like a drug, and he didn't know how to quit.

He'd been trying for four years, and he was still struggling.

Nobody else who knew about Taehyung's habits seemed to understand it, how Jungkook could possibly stand so many others being in the position that only he was supposed to be, on top of his boyfriend. And nobody else seemed to realise that there was something very wrong with the pair of them, something that would eventually tear them apart.

"Jungkook," Taehyung said one night, in their shared apartment, turning to his boyfriend with a guilty expression, "can I tell you something?"

Jungkook glanced over at the love of his life, nodding tiredly and raising an eyebrow. He already knew what was coming, and he hated the fact that he was already thinking of ways to tell Tae that it was fine, that he didn't mind. He knew that his boyfriend knew that he was lying.

But they constantly played a game of pretend, one where they tried to make it seem like nothing was wrong. Every time, they just painted over the pain and created new artwork on Tae's body, ignoring the fact that some of the marks that were already there were made by somebody else. They didn't want to think about a future without each other. They didn't want to imagine any moment where they both had to be alone.

Despite everything that was going on, they were in love.

"What's wrong, Tae?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung sighed, reaching out for his boyfriend's hand to hold, searching for the courage to tell him the truth. Something that the younger always told Tae to do, no matter how terrible that truth was.
"You remember the guy from the bar? Last week?"
"Yeah?" He was playing it like he didn't already know. It was the only way to hide how much it hurt. "What about him?"

"He fucked me two nights ago," Taehyung said bluntly, his tone apologetic, and Jungkook nodded, the agony doubling at the fact that he was right. It was stupid, how much it pained him to know that, even if he was expecting it. Even if he'd prepared himself to hear it again.

"He did?"
"Yeah, Kookie, I'm so sorry, I don't know how you put up with this." Jungkook sighed, lifting Taehyung's hand to his mouth and kissing it gently, reassuringly.
"Was he better than anyone else you've had?"
"No," Taehyung said, tears falling down his face, because he knew he'd made a mistake again. He knew what he was doing, and he hated it. But regret and guilt are reflective emotions, not something you feel when you're actually doing the wrong thing. "Nobody's better than you, Kookie. I promise."