Taekook Oneshots

Last Goodbye

A raven haired male, of average height, sits alone on the school stairs, his head resting on his hand, and his elbow resting on his knee. A bright blue wire curls from his phone, which is sat in his lap, splits into two, and disappears into his ears. In one hand, the youngster holds a slightly used tissue, and the other is clenched into a fist.

"He looks so upset," a woman says, watching the situation on the screen, tears in her eyes. "Do you think he'll be okay? I don't want him to be alone for the rest of his life because of us."

An old woman near the front, one who hasn't been seen by the younger, coughs a little, catching her attention. "He still hasn't let go of me yet," she croaks, "and I've been gone for five years. It can take time. Do not worry though. Children are more resilient than they seem."

"He's old enough to understand death now, though," the younger woman argues back. "And we didn't visit you very often. So he never got to know you that well."
"Whose fault was that?"
"Mine," she admits reluctantly, lowering her head. "I'm sorry, Mum. I didn't mean to-"

"What's done is done," her mother says sharply, returning her attention to the screen. "Now we must watch over him together until we are no longer needed. Until he lets us go. Then, we will pass on. To a different place. A different world. This is how life works, dear. We can't be selfish."

The raven haired boy on the screen jolts as a figure appears, short and orange haired. The new boy gives him a sympathetic smile, offering a hand, and a friendly voice reverberates through the room.

"Hi there, are you okay? I'm Park Jimin, do you wanna hang out with me and my friends for a while?"

The younger male manages a shy smile, nodding in agreement and taking the hand after a moment of hesitation. "I'm Jeon Jungkook," he says nervously, his voice paper thin from crying throughout the night. "It'd be nice to have some company for a while."

The two of them stand up, and make their way to a school canteen. The old woman smiles slightly. "I get the sense he's found a potential way of moving on," she suggests, and her daughter nods in agreement, frowning a little in confusion at the same time.

"That quickly? I'm his mother, don't you think-"

"It's been two or three months already, dear. He shouldn't live for years without any source of happiness just because he's lost you. He's realised you're gone only now. That's why you're only here now."

The younger woman nods in abashed understanding, turning her attention back to the screen and watching as her son quietly follows the orange haired boy to a table. Five people sit around it already, talking to each other in quiet tones.

Jimin smiles a little at his friends. "Guys, this is Jungkook! I found him on his own, and offered to let him sit with us today. Introduce yourselves, and please make him feel welcome. I get the sense that he would appreciate the company."

A tall boy with an extremely handsome face and remarkably broad shoulders smiles warmly at the timid youngest, causing the two women watching on the screen to sigh in relief. "Kim Seokjin," he says, his voice reassuring and almost maternal. "it's nice to meet you."

An even taller boy raises a hand, waving at Jungkook a little awkwardly. "Kim Namjoon. If you ever need homework help, I am more than willing to be of assistance."

"He's top of every class except physical education," Jimin whispers to Jungkook, who smiles a little at that, the offer making more sense now. He whispers an awkward thanks to Namjoon, who beams at him.

"Jung Hoseok, at your service, happy virus and hope dispenser," a cheerful brunette says brightly, hugging the raven haired male without any sort of warning, causing Jungkook's eyes to widen in surprise at the unexpected gesture. "I'm known for my positivity, so if you ever need to cheer up, you can always come to me."