Taekook Oneshots

Cracked

I've seen him try to fly a million times. I've seen him fail a million times. I've seen him fall a million times, watched from the sidelines as he stands back up and shakes his head in disappointment at himself. He won't ever stop trying, I know, but I also know that he's unlikely to succeed. It's not his fault. It never was his fault. And I just wish the others could see that.

Jeon Jungkook smashed his left wing at the age of six years old, whilst he was trying to escape from the jaws of a particularly vicious cat, and his mother barely managed to save him. She was hurt too, and died a year later from the complications resulting from the accident. They tried to fix it, tried to piece together the damaged fragments, find every single shard so that he could fly again. But they never told him that there was still one piece missing, one that was never found.

A glass fairy can't fly unless they have every single part of their wings. And, as a result of something he couldn't control, Jungkook was left grounded for life. He can't leave our tree stump, or he could die at the claws of a predator or the sword of another fairy clan. It's simply too dangerous to let him out of the safety of our haven. And so he's never been able to escape into the fresh air, not since he was but a child.

I never knew him, but I wanted to. I still do, because I admire his determination, the sheer grit in his soul that keeps him going, makes him try again and again even if the outcome is always the same. Every day, he goes to the top of the city, and lets himself attempt to glide to the bottom, several metres underground, but he always plummets down way too fast and is caught by someone who's going past. It's always someone different. Nobody seems to care about him.

But I do. And I've finally got the courage to wait for him to fall, to be the one to catch him. I want to help. I want to know him, to explain to him why it never works out properly and hopefully find a solution for him. I want him to be happy, after everything he's been through. Not many people really pay attention to him anymore, even though he's technically like a prince in our clan. His younger brother is the healthy one. He's the one who gets the praise and the power. But he's a dick to his older brother and I just don't get why.

This is my chance to introduce myself to the prince that lives in the shadows, and bring him into the light, something I've wanted to do for years, ever since I first learnt about him when I was a kid. I'm only two years older than him, so maybe I can be friends with him.

A poor glass fairy like myself can only dream.

Jungkook starts his climb up to the top of the tree stump, ignoring the calls of other fairies to just give it up already. He must be about eighteen years old now, and he's beginning to show the lack of confidence in himself that a teenager often has. But he's more stubborn than most, and this is one thing that he will never stop doing. His parents are tired of it now, but they know better than to make a fuss of it.

I watch as he prepares himself from his usual launching spot, translucent wings fluttering slightly in nervousness. As always, he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and jumps, letting his wings spread out in a desperate attempt to persuade them to work as many other fairies' wings do.

It doesn't work, and he ends up plummeting toward the ground as he always does, wings flapping determinedly as he refuses to accept the truth, that they will never work. And this is when I leap from my spot into the air, diving down to catch him, wrapping my arms around his torso and gently bringing us to the floor, trying my best to ignore the shocked stares of fairies around me.

My social class don't have the right to go anywhere near royalty, so this action is practically treason, but I don't care anymore. I've watched this same event so many times, where someone from the upper classes finally reluctantly jumps out to save him from shattering on the ground a the last minute, to try and look like good people. They're not bothered, to put it simply, and they don't want to save him. They just have to.