Taekook Oneshots

Who We Are

(A/n: okay 2 things v quick
1. Euphoria is actually the reason why I breathe FFFUIUCCCK it's so beautiful. Why didn't we get a warning???? Because BigHit like to see us suffer I think that's why. Sorry I had to fangirl for a moment. Leave your opinions here, I wanna hear them.

2. Erm so this is basically me ranting about how stupid people are sometimes (you'll see what I mean) because I'm a sneaky bitch who uses her books to show her opinions (end of His Muse anyone? That was also a rant)

This was longer than I expected but have a wonderful day 💜
Izzy)

"Mum, Dad, I need to talk to you about something. And you have to hear me out here," I say nervously, walking into the living room slowly, followed by my favourite person (he's as nervous as me, he's just hiding it for my benefit).

I've been dreading this moment, but I know that I have to get through it at some point. If I don't, I'll never be able to move on with my life and build my future with the person I want to share that future with. I will never have that chance. He's come with me for moral support, because I've always been scared of coming out to my parents. I know that he will always defend me. I trust him with my life.

"Of course, honey, what's wrong?" My mother turns to face me, a sweet smile on her face. "Is anyone bullying you? Any issues at school? Are your friends okay?" My father walks over as well, saying similar reassurances, and I know that it's now or never.

I glance nervously at the boy by my side, allowing myself to take in his beautiful features, and admire how his pale skin fits his dark hair perfectly. He gives me a reassuring smile, our hands meeting and intertwining under the table, and I take a deep breath, preparing myself mentally for the worst.

I'm doing this for the both of us. And it has to be done.

It would've come out eventually, even if I tried to hide it. And I'm not ashamed of who I am. Not anymore. I'm proud to be with the gorgeous man sitting next to me. I'm proud that I'm the one he would go through something like this for. I'm proud that I'm the one he trusts and loves more than anyone else.

And I'm tired of concealing the truth. It's been too long.

"Mum, Dad, I'm in a relationship," I announce bravely, watching as they react to this information.
"That's wonderful! Who's the lucky girl? When will we meet her?" My mother's smile couldn't be wider, as she leans forward to ask for more information. "How long has it been going for? A few days? A week? A month?"

"Two years," I admit, my voice cutting through her endless questions in mere moments. Her eyes widen in surprise, and my father sits down across the table from Jungkook and I.
"You could've mentioned it before now," he says, sounding slightly amused, and I shake my head, closing my eyes.

"No, I couldn't," I say calmly, taking another deep breath, "because I didn't know how you'd react. I wanted to make sure my relationship was stable before I told you. So that whatever you had to say wouldn't affect it. And also, so that I had somewhere to go if you really didn't like it."

"Why wouldn't we like it? Who's the lucky girl, Taehyung?" my mother asks, her voice sounding slightly sharp, and I glance at Jungkook again. He smiles ruefully, the corner of his mouth lifting up.
"I would appreciate it if you used the right pronouns," he says extremely calmly, a sort of dark amusement in his eyes. My parents frown in confusion, glancing at each other to try and see it the other understands what's going on.

"Excuse me?" my father eventually manages, and Jungkook takes a deep breath. Preparing himself to say what one of us must.

"This 'lucky girl' you're talking about is me," Jungkook explains after a few seconds of awkward silence, and I squeeze his hand to thank him for getting the truth out into the open. "Tae hyung and I have been dating for just over two years now, and we have bought an apartment together. The deal was hard to get through, but-"