Taekook Oneshots

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• Never was a leader
Never had a thing for fairy tales
Merely a believer
Small voice in the quiet
In the corner I was dancing by myself
Can my heart beat quiet •

Jungkook POV

I wasn't born with avoidant personality disorder.

It was middle school that changed me completely.

The people that hurt me. Seungri, the senior form prefect. Every word left a scar. The teachers, who did nothing about anything. My nonexistent parents. Mom, who was somewhere in Busan, drunk, between two perverted men. Dad, who was behind bars, sentenced for another 40 more years for murdering all 5 of his ex girlfriends.

22 years old, and I was still just an afraid little boy, with barely any friends or family to lean on.

Recieving an invitation to the party in celebration of the 50th anniversary of the school? A nightmare.

I tilted my head back into the soft leather seat of my therapist's office, legs kicked up on another seat.

Doctor Kim clutched the pastel blue envelope, and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. His perfect fingers trailed across the wax stamp on the cover.

"So are you going?" Doctor Kim asked.

"Of course not!" I muttered. "There's no reason I should go."

"Jungkook, I think it's really time you get out there."

"I don't really see the reason, Doctor Kim-"

"I told you to call me Seokjin hyung," The tall doctor sighed. "And I do have a good ass reason for you to go to the party."

I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow, challenging him to a reason.

"As your professional therapist, I hereby decide that the party is part of your road to emotional healing," Seokjin said firmly. "And I'm going with you."

"Why would you be at by school anyways?" I argued. "You didn't go to my school."

"I'll be your plus one," Seokjin answered. "It's final."

I sighed and chewed the tip of my index fingernail. This wasn't going to end well.

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Obviously, I wasn't what people would call a 'party animal' . I mean, I didn't even know what to wear.

Seokjin helped me out on that part. It was as if he had been waiting his whole life to dress me for a party.

I had to admit though, his taste in tuxedos was amazing.

"Stay still."

Seokjin slicked back my hair with a comb, and studied me with the eyes of a stylist. He smirked and unbuttoned two buttons on my dress shirt.

"You gotta turn up looking ready to steal the hearts of both woman and men," Seokjin grinned, smoothing out his own v neck shirt. His tanned collarbone peeked out, honey dew skin on show.

"I'm not going to flirt, hyung," I rolled my eyes, slipping on my shoes. "I'm not going to stay long."

Seokjin pouted.

"Party pooper."

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The car ride was silent.

Seokjin spent his time touching up his makeup, for he had abandoned his glasses to show off his eyes.

I watched him dab his eyelids ever so slightly with bronze dust, and glide a shiny sheen of lip gloss across his already lucious lips. I admired how confident he was, how proud he was to show of his body. He had every right to. Seokjin was the most beautiful person I'd ever met.