Taekook/Vkook Oneshots [✔]

Jealousy

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Jungkook stood, looking at the cloth of the punching bag in front of him. The images from earlier that day flashed through his mind. Taehyung with Hoseok. Taehyung and hoseok laughing. Taehyung and Hoseok playing. Taehyung and Hoseok touching.

He let out a loud yell as he threw a punch at the bag, the force making the 50-pound bag swing on its chain. He didn't notice the pain that coursed up his arm, nor the redness of his knuckles. Pure anger overtook him as he swung again.

He yelled louder this time. And louder still. Punch after punch. Again. Again. Throwing speed punches and yelling in frustration the entire time, he exerted all his pent up energy and poured is pain into the punches. Pure adrenalin powered his hands, his mind blocking out the pain as his skin ripped and bled.

He didn't stop until he noticed the red prints his knuckles left on the bag. His hands were the stamps for the ink of his blood, all his jealousy and possessiveness captured in the aesthetic of red stains which shaped his knuckles. 

Finally, he felt the pain of his hands. Looking down at them, he watched blood ooze from the torn pours in his skin and down his wrists to drip.

Drip.

A drop reached the floor. A single drop of scarlet completely alone on the dusty tile.

"Jungkook."

Jungkook did not turn around. The sound of that voice which he used to seek comfort in now filled him with pain and resentment.

"Jungkook," Tahyung repeated from the doorway.

Why did he have to show up now? Why did he have to come here, to the place where Jungkook could let out his pain, and fill him up again with only the sound of his name slipping past those beautiful lips?

"Jungkook, you're bleeding."

It was inevitable. Jungkook had no excuse to have not heard for a third time, having stood here silently for so long, and Taehyung blocked the only exit.

"I noticed," Jungkook whispered.

His voice was small, weary, hurt. He couldn't pretend to be strong anymore. He once thought he had a chance with Taehyung. But it was clear now that Taehyung had chosen someone else. Taehyung was happy with Hoseok, it showed in his smile and his angelic laughter. It showed in his body language and his shining eyes. It was so, so obvious where Taehyung wanted to be.

And that's ok. It's ok.

It was ok. It was ok that Taehyung was happy with someone else. It was ok that the light of Jungkook's life had found a place to be, even if it wasn't by him. It was ok that Taehyung had found love. It was ok that Taehyung had moved on. All of that was ok.

So why is it so hard to accept?

Every thought was a needle in Jungkook's heart, every word a drop of blood. Every 'ok' that Jungkook repeated was a chip in all the lies he'd weaved around himself, revealing the truth that Jungkook was, in fact, not ok.

And with this realization, a single fallen tear.

Jungkook turned to face Taehyung. He stood for a moment before wiping the tear with the back of his hand, smearing blood across his cheek. To see Jungkook so utterly defeated was a bullet in Taehyung's heart.

"It's ok, Taehyung. Everything's ok because you're happy and that's all that matters."

His voice was nothing but an utterance in the still air.

"Jungkook, please stop. I don't know what you mean but I can see that you need-"

"It's ok, Taehyung."

"It's not-"

"It IS ok!" Jungkook yelled, whirling around to land another blow on the punching bag.

The punch was hard and pained him afterward, leaving a large splatter of blood on the bag and the scarlet liquid dripping from his fingers when he relaxed his fist.

"Jungkook..." Taehyung's whisper was full of bewilderment and fear, so much so that Jungkook winced.

They stood silent for a moment, Jungkook's back still turned, hand throbbing and blood dripping to the floor in a rhythmic pace.

"Jungkook," Taehyung repeated, louder this time, "Please tell me what's wrong."

"There's nothing wrong," Jungkook whispered, "That's why it hurts."

"If nothing was wrong you wouldn't be hurting."

Jungkook, unable to find the strength to stand sunk to his knees and hung his head.

"I love you. That's what's wrong."

Taehyung was silent for a moment.

"It's wrong?"

"Yes."

"Why do you think that?"

Jungkook looked up, tears dripping from his chin.

"Don't you?"

Taehyung was silent. Then, he knelt beside Jungkook.

"No, I don't."

Jungkook was silent.

"Jungkook, is that's what this is all about?"

Jungkook nodded, looking down again.

"I hurt you, Jungkook?"

"No, no. You could never hurt me. I just... You're happy. So, I should be happy. But.... I'm not."

"Jungkook, what do you mean?"

"I mean Hoseok, Taehyung," Jungkook murmured, voice small and defeated.

"I think you've had a serious misunderstanding, Jungkook," Taehyung murmured sympathetically, wiping Jungkook's tears with his thumb and sliding his fingers under the younger's jawline, lifting his head.

"W-what?"

"Jungkook, I'm not with Hoseok. I don't like him like that."

More tears fell from Jungkook's eyes, uncontrollably. He wasn't sure what these new tears were for. Was it relief? Guilt? Happiness? Shame? Confusion?

"Jungkook, I love you."

Jungkook met Taehyung's eyes.

"R-really?"

"Yes, Jungkook. Now please stop crying, it hurts me to see you so sad," Taehyung whispered, wiping away the new tears.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook murmured, almost inaudibly.

Taehyung pulled Jungkook into a gentle hug.

"Let's clean you up, ok?" He asked quietly.

"Y-yeah," Jungkook agreed, sniffling.

And with that, Taehyung and Jungkook cleaned up and decided to have a movie marathon.

[a/n: I like happy endings :).]