Taekook Oneshots

Nothing Compares To You

"They tell me not to love you, it's kind of funny. They're like 'no, you're a church boy with a reputation to keep and a future and he's a rebel', but I don't care," I tell my boyfriend, and he chuckles through the phone.

Calls like this barely ever happen, mainly because he's busy, and my parents are never out. It's just something that we've learned to deal with over the last few years. And I know that I'm able to deal with it.

My family don't like my choice of a lover, for numerous reasons.
1) he's male
2) tattoos and piercings are not to their taste or something
3) he has a motorbike (it's way too fun to go on)
4) he's not religious. Like, at all
5) a bunch of other reasons I can't be bothered to add here.

But I have slowly become used to their disproving stares, used to the desperate searching for excuses when I've been out to see him, used to the idea of losing the vast majority of my family who simply can't understand that I'm happy with the man I've fallen in love with. At the end of the day, my life is my own, and I'm not going to be unhappy for them.

Why should I sacrifice my own chance at happiness just because they don't think it's the right way to be happy? At least I'm not hurting anyone (intentionally) or damaging my own body. To me, that's the most important thing.

"Will you be able to slip away sometime soon?" Jungkook asks, and I sigh, leaning back on my bed and thinking for a moment.
"Jimin doesn't get back in town for another few days," I say quietly, nibbling my bottom lip, thinking hard. "He's my go-to excuse, as he always covers for me. His family is really nice, as you know."

He hums in understanding. "I understand, I just miss you, Tae," he admits, his voice rasping when he says my name. My eyes mist over, and I bite my lip harder.
"I-I'm sorry," I blurt out, covering my mouth moments later. "I don't mean to be so cautious and wimpy, but-"

"Babe, relax," he says smoothly, cutting me off before I start to get ahead of my own mind, "I get it. I really do. It's not wimpy. It's sensible. I think if you weren't this smart, you'd find it hard to see me at all because you wouldn't even have your phone. And then how would I be able to reach you?"

I shudder at the thought. "Don't bring that into my mind," I say quietly, hearing him apologise swiftly, "I don't want to think of a world where that was the situation. You're the love of my life. I don't need anything else."

I hear an intake of breath, and frown in confusion. "Kookie, what-"
"Sorry, I just love hearing you say that," he admits, and for once, he's the one that sounds shy. I giggle to myself at the change in his attitude, almost imagining the pout on his face at my amusement. "I love you too, I guess."

"Only guess?"
"I know."

My heart stops at the sound of a car pulling up on the driveway. "Sorry, Chim, gotta go," I say quickly, "I think I'm needed for something. I'll call you later."

"I understand. Don't let them know it's me. Love you, and stay safe."
"You too. See ya soon, bun," I say, the nickname slipping out before I can stop it, a wistful smile appearing on my face as I do so.
"I hope that's possible," he says sadly. I'm stuck sitting there in silence for a moment, then there's a beep, as he hangs up.

"Kim Taehyung!" my mother calls from downstairs, in the front room. I shuffle out of my room, phone still in hand.
"Yeah?" I reply haphazardly, not really caring about whatever she has to say. "What's wrong?"
"Come down here a moment, I need your full attention for something."

I sigh, rolling my eyes and trudging down the stairs reluctantly, in a pair of scruffy jeans and one of Jungkook's hoodies. "What's up?" I ask tiredly, leaning against the banister and watching my mother with wary eyes.
"I've brought someone round to meet you!" she says excitedly, stepping to the side to reveal a young woman.