Taekook Oneshots

Things We Lost In The Fire

(Trying out a new style of writing with this one - songfics. So, if you can, make sure to play the song above (which is by Bastille) as you read the story. Warnings: fire and angst)

*awkward silence*

Things we lost to the flames

"Jungkook! Get the hell out of there before you get smoke inhalation or just outright burn to death!"
"But what about-"
"It's too late to save her, don't get yourself hurt!"

The raven haired male jumps through a wall of thick, dark smoke, coughing and spluttering. His father stands, a wall of support, as his mother and Jungkook's little brother weep into his chest out of sheer despair and loss. His little sister is only three years old, an unexpected addition to the family of four. She's still there, trapped in a house taken over by the roaring flames.

Things we'll never see again

His heart shatters at the thought that she'll never get the chance to grow up. She'll never learn to drive a car, even though she was so eager to once she saw her oldest brother pass his test first time, barely a week ago. He'll never find out if she would've accepted his sexuality after being exposed to the rest of the world properly. He'll never know who she would've fallen for, married, who would have been her first love.

Those chances are gone now.

All that we have amassed

His photo album is still in there, hidden at the top of a shelf, covered with real honey brown leather, kept shut with a heavy golden padlock. His memories of his past, all of his old certificates, the memory stick safely hidden under his bed just in case the dog bit through his album. He forgot to grab them both, his first thought being his vulnerable younger sister, whose screaming woke them all up.

All his memories are here. That building in front of him is a living record of everything he's ever done, everywhere he's ever been, every achievement he's ever made.

Sits before us, shattered into ash

And all of that is gone, in the blink of an eye. 

These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire

He doesn't quite know what happened, doesn't quite understand where the first spark was. Some part of him doesn't want to know or understand it, as he figures it would just hurt more if he knows what he could've done to avoid it.

Whatever the cause, it doesn't matter now anyway. The damage is already done. They can't turn back time, make everything okay again. They can't fix this, even though they want to.

The dead can't be brought back to life.

We sat and made a list
Of all the things that we have

It takes the firefighters a good seventy two hours to douse the flames, another week to make it safe to search, and by then it's too late to save her. They've already mentally prepared the majority of their relatives, already told the school that there will be a space available for another student in the seat she would've of sat at for the first time in her life.

The Jeon family is depleted of strength now, struggling to hold on to their sanity after the agony of such a needless death. They've received everything that the emergency services could salvage from the destroyed remains, and they've done their best to pull together and move on.