Taekook Oneshots

Little things

"Baby, your jealous side is showing," my boyfriend says childishly, laughing when I pout at him. "Calm down," he adds, pressing a kiss against my cheek. "I wouldn't leave you if someone threatened me with my life. You're everything to me."

I smile fondly, wrapping my arms around him and squeezing slightly, causing him to chuckle a little. "You do trust me, don't you, chocolate?" he adds, and I raise an eyebrow.
"Chocolate?"
"Chocolate," he repeats, "as in chocolate cookie. You're my Kookie, and you're my favourite thing, and you're delicious."

I wiggle my eyebrows at him, smiling smugly, and he hits me lightly on the arm. "You dirty minded-"
"Even you've got to admit that's dirty, honey," I point out, and he rolls his eyes, nodding.
"Okay, it is. But it's true either way," he manages to snap back, before squealing as he realises what he's saying.

I just laugh, shaking my head at him. "I love you, Tae," I say quietly, and his beautiful brown eyes soften.
"I love you too, Kook," he responds without hesitation, and my heart swells at the sincerity in his voice. He knows exactly how he feels, and he knows exactly how much he means to me.

We've been together for over four years now, four years and nine months to be exact. Before that, we were best friends, the sort of best friends that form that friendship when they're toddlers and never grow out of that shared fondness. But I want us to take the next step in our relationship. I just don't know if it's too soon. If I'm just being overly romantic.

"Do you ever see yourself getting married?" I ask him, out of the blue, and his eyes widen.
"What? Where did that come from?" he asks, and I shrug, hiding my nerves behind the action and hoping he can't read me as well as he thinks.
"I don't know, just a thought," I say quietly, and he shrugs, leaning his chin on his palm and his elbow on the table as he thinks about it.

We're sitting side by side on the bench of a Thai restaurant, sharing a pot of green chicken curry, just because we're that sort of couple. We come here once a month, for an informal date, and all of the staff know us by now. They know exactly what we order, what we like, how we see each other. The basic stuff.

And they've become our friends.

"Marriage has always been one of those far off dreams for me," Taehyung muses after a few seconds, his eyes flickering over to meet mine. "I never thought I'd be in a relationship that was stable enough to get to that point.  I don't know why. It was just one of those pointless insecurities. With the way I am, I thought-"

"What have I told you about that, baby?" I say, only half joking, and he smiles a little.
"I should never be ashamed of who I am," he recites, sounding almost bored, and I press my lips against his cheek gently.
"No. Because you're beautiful. What are you?"
"Beautiful," he repeats, his eyes shining once more.
"That's better. Carry on, baby."

He blushes. "I figured that my headspace would mean that I wouldn't ever get married," he continues, "because I wasn't grown up enough to have a ceremony. But now I think it's actually possible. And I want to spend my life with you. No doubt about that. You're the love of my life."

I smile so much that my eyes crinkle up, turning his head with my hand so I can kiss him properly. "Don't worry, Tae. I will make sure that far off dream becomes a reality. I want to see you walk down the aisle, in whatever headspace you want. I want to see you standing there with that shy little smile of yours, and I want to see you saying 'I do' in front of some random person just so that I can call you my husband."

His eyes fill with tears of joy, and he beams, kissing me eagerly. "I'd love that," he agrees enthusiastically. "Thank you, Kookie. It means the world to me."
"I didn't know that it meant yourself to you, Tae, that's adorable," I say teasingly, and he pouts at me, going red.
"I meant everything!"
"But you're my everything!" I return immediately, and he squeaks.