Taekook Oneshots

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so this is love <3

(A/N: Lmao that sucks 👆🏻.)

Taehyung POV

People described my life as an opposite Cinderella story.

Even since I was born, my life seemed to be perfectly planned out for me. My parents loved me too much to send me to school, so they hired a home school teacher instead. Two, actually. The first one grew old and died, then I had Seokjin, only a few years older than me.

He was my only friend.

"Taehyung?"

"Taehyung!"

"Ye-yeah?" I stuttered. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

Seokjin sighed and put down the textbook in his hand.

"You're so distracted recently," He said. "Is something up?"

I toyed with the pencil on the desk, watching it roll back and forth, before it fell to the floor. I diverted my gaze to the pale pink envelope sitting on top of the coffee table. Seokjin caught me staring.

"You're thinking about the ball, aren't you?" He asked. I dropped my head guiltily.

"I know I'm not supposed to be thinking about it," I sighed. "Mother would be so mad."

"Now Taehyung, your mother is only worried about you. There's going to be a lot of people at the ball."

"Oh Jin," I exclaimed. "I'm 21! How long are my parents going to keep me locked up for?"

Jin rested his hand on my back.

"They only mean the best for you."

"The best for me?" I said, raising my eyebrows. "They're overprotective."

"Go talk to them about it then."

"They won't listen."

"You haven't asked yet!'

I stood up from the couch, pushing away the flimsy desk, causing the flimsy books to wobble dangerously.

"Okay! I'll ask!" I gave in exasperatedly, leaving the room with heavy footsteps.

The mansion seemed cold. Everything felt so cold to me. Then again, it always felt cold to me. Servants scurried past me, bowing respectfully, before scurrying away.

The main guard, Min Yoongi, a family friend, gestured to the large wooden doors of the sitting room. From the cracks in the hinges, you could see the glow of fire light. I carefully pulled the doors open, and took a small step, peeking at my parents who were sprawled out on the sofa.

In the midday light, I realized again how beautiful both my parents were. I was lucky to have their genes.

Kim Sung Ryung, my mother. Her hair always maticulously styled, she had never aged a day since she retired from her acting career to marry my father, Kim Seong Su. His ever present smirk was always on display, despite his mood.

(A/N: Real actual actors, go check out their movies. I've been binging a lot of kdrama recently, so I know my actors.)

"Mother, Father," I said meekly, pattering up to the warmth of the fireplace and standing directly in front of them. "Hi."

"Good afternoon dear," Mother purred. "Is there anything you need?"

I fidgeted with my gloves and I rubbed at my cufflinks.

"Well I - you see - I - "

"Spit it out Taehyung," Father commanded, impatient thunder in his eyes.