Taekook Oneshots

Thunder In My Heart

(Okay, time for me to be honest with y'all. I'm gonna have to slow down updates on this book to only Mondays and stop updating on a Friday. Why? Because I simply can't keep up with this and constantly write two a week whilst also trying to work on other books. I'm sorry, this means updates are less often, but hopefully you can understand why I feel the need to do this.

Thank you for your support,
Izzy)

"Hyung, would you do me a favour and look over there?"

Jimin frowns in confusion, glancing in the direction I'm pointing. "What am I looking for?" he asks, baffled.
"Doesn't matter, I think it's just my overactive imagination playing games with me again," I mutter, a flash of irritation appearing in my eyes for a moment.

The orange haired male smiles fondly at me. "Tae, I really hope you never let that part of you go. It's been ages since my imagination worked. And yet here you are, with it still functioning, at the ripe age of nineteen. It's amazing."
"I wouldn't call it amazing," I mumble in response, rolling my eyes when Jimin turns to glance in the direction I pointed in once more. "The things it shows me give me nightmares."

The two of us stop moving when a group of five males, our age, rush past us, calling out apologetically to us both as they do so. "That's weird," I comment quietly, "they're headed straight for my imaginary monsters. It's almost like-"
"They can see them?" Jimin finishes, rolling his eyes. "Don't be silly. They can't-"

"And now they've started trying to attack the-"
"Come on, Tae, surely-"
"Holy crap!"
"What?"
"The creatures just turned to dust, what the actual fuck-"
"Seriously?"
"Honestly, they did!"

"Things don't just turn to dust, Tae," Jimin tells me, rolling his eyes. "That's not how it works. Your imagination really is going wild these days. Are you sure you don't need to be checked out?"
"Just five seconds ago you were telling me that it was a good thing," I say in response, a little irritated, and Jimin shrugs. "Make your mind up, jeez hyung."

The five boys from earlier walk over to the two of us, slightly awkwardly. "Sorry for bumping into you," the tallest one says politely, bowing at us. "We thought we saw something over there, is all."

"I mean-" a mint haired boy starts, only to be cut off by another, incredibly handsome one.
"Yoongi, what have I told you?" The shorter male rolls his eyes, his expression becoming bored.
"Never to mention stuff they won't understand," he says, sounding tired.

"Are you both okay, though? We didn't get a chance to check on you when we were rushing?" a pale kid with black hair asks quietly, and I blush. For some reason, I find myself being flustered by the fact that he seems to care. Which is unlike me. He just has an aura of power.

"We're fine, don't worry. What was it that you were chasing after?"

Jimin hits me on the arm. "You can't ask them that! It's rude." I shrug.
"I wanna know what was going on, I'm curious. And they don't have to answer," I return, pouting a little bit and turning my attention back to the strangers. "Who even are you? I've never seen you around here before, are you-"

"Taehyung! You can't just question people like that!" Jimin repeats, more urgently, and the tallest of the group of five chuckles a little.
"Curiosity isn't a crime," he says calmly. "I'm Kim Namjoon. You are?"

" Kim Taehyung, and the shortie is Park Jimin."
"Hey! I'm not-"
"You are, sorry," the pale boy says, an amused smirk appearing on his face. "You're even shorter than Yoongi hyung. I'm Jeon Jungkook, by the way. It's nice to meet you."