Taekook Oneshots

Mad Hatter (2)

(A/n: I don't write very good action or crazy kook but I tried....tw violence insanity scaring people all that stuff?

Enjoy? If it's possible to? I don't know? What I'm doing???? I'm sleepy but school exists????)

He tips his hat, a familiar smirk appearing on his face the moment he realises that she's no longer looking. There's a darkness in his eyes, a strange sort of insanity that only he possesses, something that still sets my blood racing even now, even though I'm used to it now. I've known him for years. And it still feels like that crazy first meeting, whenever I see that hungry look in his eyes.

And when the expression returns to normal, it stays in my mind, a ghost of his true self hiding in my head like a shadow that's disengaged from the original object.

"Your Majesty. Wonderful to see you again, as always," he drawls in a low voice, his hand performing some elaborate gesture that only he would be able to master in such a way. "I'm honoured that you've come to my humble abode today. How may I be of assistance to you, my queen?"

My oblivious mother manages a small smile, turning in her spot and looking around my lover's house, taking in the slightly disorganised mess that he's living in. Hats sit around the room, made of silk and velvet and various other fabrics, tied with ribbons or golden thread or leather. He truly is an artisan, and this place reflects one of his best-known skills. He isn't the Mad Hatter for no reason, after all.

The 'Mad' bit is due to his eccentricity, everyone says. His odd mannerisms. They're harmless, just a part of his natural charm.

Or are they?

"I'm sorry to interrupt your day, Jungkook," she says delicately, not noticing the way his jaw tenses ever so slightly when she uses his name. I am the only person he usually likes to hear say his name, everyone else 'says it wrong', he says. I suppose, however, that when he's heard me say his name in a variety of situations, it becomes more pleasant to his ears.

Nobody else can say that.

"Do not worry about it, Your Majesty. You know that you are always welcome here. But if you do turn up unannounced, it won't be the tidiest, as I'm sure you understand. My craft, it means that certain things can be left out at inappropriate times."

The queen nods in understanding, her gaze falling on the wickedly sharp knife left out on one of his tables. Jungkook picks up on the way her eyes widen ever so slightly, and he curses to himself, making eye contact with me. I'm hiding once more, as watching him interact with others is one of my favourite things.

"I've come to see if I could speak to Taehyung. I believe he may be here?" she says after a few moments of tense silence, and Jungkook's perfect face breaks into a fond smile at the mention of me. An act, of course. The only genuine expressions he ever forms are seen by only one person. Only one person has survived such a thing.

Though I like to think I have special privileges, given my position in his life.

"Taehyung, my love? Your mother is here," Jungkook calls out, louder than he needs to, simply to keep up the act that I'm not anywhere near, listening in. But he knows I'm there. He always knows when I'm there.

I wait an appropriate time before walking into the room. "Yes, darling?" I say innocently, tilting my head at my lover and then bringing his face closer to my own with a hand to press our lips together before pulling away to face my mother. "Ah, I didn't see you there, sorry Mother."

She purses her lips, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at me, but she lets it go soon after that. A sense of irritation builds at her lack of understanding of our relationship - he is the first person I see whenever I step into a room, and if I am able to go to him and show him a glimmer of affection, I will. It's that simple.