Taekook Oneshots

Any Way The Wind Blows

@jxngxlden asked for some pirate themed taekook. I think I can manage that xD
(Sorry it's so late, I don't know what days are what anymore :(  )

The first time that Taehyug met the Pirate King, he was a child. He had no way of knowing the future that was ahead of him, no way of identifying the destiny that lay ahead of someone he viewed as like him: a kid, nothing more. 

They were preteens, and Taehyung was sitting on some old play equipment, playing cards with his friends, when the stranger appeared. He was tall, silent, the sort of spooky adult that demands respect wherever they go from anyone, of any age. He was missing a few teeth, and his left eye was covered with a tattered patch. His skin was wrinkled with age, with the sunshine, and a dirty brown. 

"Oi, kids, scram," he commanded in a voice that accepted no rebellion. "This ain't your shit anymore. Move along now." There was a moment of silence, as the group of friends stared up at the interrupter with wide eyes. He was clearly the type of person that should be avoided. But they were starting to dream. Starting to get to the age where they didn't fear things quite as much as they used to. 

Taehyung's friend Yoongi, the bravest of them all, squinted up at the stranger with suspicious eyes. "And who might you be, Mister? Why should we do what you say? You could be a creep for all I know." 

The man scowled, and was about to reply, when a young boy peeked round the side of him, barely visible. "Wait, don't make them move, Dad. I wanna have friends. I wanna see kids my own age," the tall guy's child complained. 
"You are made for more-"
"You always say that and then you stop me from doing anything. If Mum was here-" 

"Your mother was a whore."
"Not what you said a good few years ago," the guy's son said stubbornly, causing his father to raise an irritated eyebrow. He turned to look at the group of preteens in front of him, smiling a little. "Hi, by the way, I'm Jungkook, I'm eight. This is my dad, in case you hadn't figured that out already. He's a bit of a grouch but he's pretty cool. He's-"

"They don't need to know your whole sob story, son. If you're so desperate to speak to these little ragamuffins, I won't stop you. But when I come back, you are coming with me. End of. Am I understood?"
"Yes Dad."

The tall man shuffles away, and Jungkook pulls himself up onto the equipment without seeming bothered by the difficult exercise at all. He finds himself a space, and then smiles toothily at the baffled group of friends. "Hi! What are your names? How old are you?" 

"Jin. Twelve." A kid with a remarkably pretty face and some rather wide shoulders for his age. 
"Why should I tell you?" Yoongi demanded, scowling at Jungkook.
"That's Yoongi, he's twelve. I'm Namjoon. I'm eleven."
"Fuck off, Namjoon. It's none of his business. His dad's a weirdo." 

"Hyung, that is rude." The kid who'd just spoken smiled widely at Jungkook, returning the younger's expression to the smile of before. "I'm Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi! I'm ten and a half. Don't mind Yoongi, he's a bit of a grump but he's not as much of an ass as he seems. He's making up for his height in sass."

"I'm Jimin. I'm ten as well." The shortest of them all beamed at the younger male, running a hand through his dark hair and offering a hand to shake. Jungkook shook it awkwardly, glancing at the last person. "He's Taehyung, and he's ten as well. He's got selective mutism, so don't be offended if he doesn't talk much." 

Jungkook shuffled forward a little, curiously. "What's that?"
"Means that sometimes when he wants to speak he can't. Clogs up in his throat like a cough or a sneeze," Namjoon explained wisely. 
"Oh, that sounds rough. I'm sorry, dude. If it makes you feel any better, one of my dad's employees had his tongue cut out last year, so-" 

"Actually, no, that doesn't help, what the-"
"Thank you for caring, Jungkook," Taehyung mumbled awkwardly. Jungkook's smile widened impossibly further. 
"Aw, your voice is so cool!"