Taekook Oneshots

Falling For You

(I'm publishing this earlier than planned because Hobi is a fucking Angel and I love him more than I can explain, hixtape has officially killed me. So Hobi, even tho you aren't reading this, this is published to celebrate how beautiful you are as an artist and as a person.

I might be fangirling hard right now. That is very probable.

Izzy)

There's an art to falling in love.

Some people just sort of slip into it without realising, and then it clicks for them when they realise that they can't bear the thought of the person they've fallen for with anyone else. That epiphany comes as a relief for those around them, as they've made it quite clear what's going on in their heads.

Some people are quite the opposite, and the growing fondness for that loved one is something they're constantly aware of. They end up second guessing, wondering if anything is wrong with them. It's a stressful time, for everyone involved, and it often comes with a large amount of distance and separation. Which isn't fun for anyone.

But love can mean so many things.

It can be romantic, it can be physical, it can be just platonic. It could even be the love you feel for your parents, which is totally different to all three. And sometimes it's a mix of those first three, which is where things get messy, and emotions begin to twist together until nobody knows what they're actually thinking or feeling anymore.

People might try to get too close to the sun, and get burned, whilst others learn to cope with the pain and attempt to get even closer. Until they fall out of the sky and drown in their own agony.

Everyone has it slightly differently.

But I've never fallen in love before, at least I don't think I have. I've seen my parents drift apart and force themselves back together again, seen them break into pieces as they try way too hard to make it all work. I've seen broken hearted best friends and relatives on the floor with a handful of sleeping pills, about to end the pain they feel in a desperate move to just have a break from it all. And I've talked them down from it. I've made sure that they find someone who won't leave them.

I have one night stands, I hook up, like everyone my age in my sort of friendship group. I fool around every so often, but I don't date. I never have. I don't see the point, when everything is about to let me down again. I don't believe in causing pain unnecessarily. It just doesn't seem right or fair to me. For anyone.

At least, that used to be my attitude. That used to be how I thought. But I have changed a lot since then, in a period of maybe two or three years.

I first saw the boy that changed my mind in a dark alleyway, tears falling down his face like miniature waterfalls, first saw him just as he was about to shatter into fragments due to the efforts of the people that were beating him up. And the sight broke my heart.

I was there in moments, using brute force to get him out of there, letting him wear my jacket to keep him feeling safe, escorting him away from that street and back to his own house, which he was able to mumble out directions to. His mother's face was furious when she saw me standing there with a slumped over figure, barely even half conscious from the shock of it all, but I simply passed him over and told her that he would need some time to heal.

She slammed the door in my face. And I wasn't even annoyed. I completely understood her logic.

I found the gang, and I persuaded some of my friends to help me make sure they regretted ever attacking that innocent boy. I knew from the moment I first saw him that he would never have got involved if they hadn't approached him. And attacking somebody who never deserved it is never right. I would never accept that. I still don't.