@TheGayBrit asked for genderbent taekook: 'Jung-sook and Taehyun are BigHit Academy's top students, and you'd expect that they'd get along, as they were the best in singing, acting, academics, you name it. But no - they hated each other with a passion. Everyone (including the teachers) was fed up of this childish rivalry so the head decided they would be the protagonists of a lesbian love story. They know they can't do anything about it so agree and end up on an emotional rollercoaster of love, hate and confusion.Jung-sook is more of a "lipstick lesbian" with longer hair than Taehyun and a fit yet curvy figure (small waist, big butt big boobs).Taehyun gets confused for a boy, she appears a lot more masculine, with almost no chest and actual muscles.British High School AU where they're year 10s and in all the same classes' .....okay. also, yes, the title is named after the love yourself outro, I am a nerd who couldn't resist the opportunity. We been knew. Enjoy the oneshot.
I literally can't stand her. I can't tell you why, because I honestly don't know why. She's just a pain in the ass, because she thinks she knows everything better than I do. Like, wake up, bitch. Wake the fuck up. You're not better than me just because people can tell you're a girl. At least I know how to fucking punch.
She sits there, beautiful bitch, laughing with her best friends, loving life, and I'm on the other side of the canteen with my best friends, wishing I was anywhere else. I love my style, sure, and I chose to be the way I am. But that doesn't mean that I enjoy being mistaken for a boy. It doesn't mean I'm happy when people look at me like I'm a freak. Meanwhile, she can just be whoever she wants, simply because she's pretty and she doesn't mind wearing a dress.
It doesn't seem fair.
Sure, I don't really like the idea of male attention, because she gets more than her fair share of that, but I'd like to be attractive like that. I'd like someone to think I'm hot, and feminine. It's not that much to ask, right?
We've known each other since before school even started, and we used to be friends, back then. Until Jungsook decided that she wanted to be smarter and better than me in everything, even though we get the exact same grades. We have the same interests. We're like two copies of the same person. The pretty version, and the ugly version, I suppose you could say that.
And then we just distanced ourselves from each other, because we were compared and pitted against each other so often that we gave up any sort of friendliness. Now, we're open rivals, and I think everyone's tired of it, but I don't care. I'm tired of trying to be better than someone I'll never best.
I mean, just look at her. Even her laugh is pretty.
Fucking bitch.
"Are you looking at Jungsook again, Tae?" Hoesung asks me, leaning forward on her elbows and watching me with an amused expression.
"Shut up," I retort, tearing my eyes away from a certain beautiful bitch. Hoesung scowls, flicking my forehead and turning to pout at her girlfriend, a surprisingly short girl.
"Don't tell her to shut up, Tae, please, you know she gets sensitive." Yoonji is tired, her voice a low and husky rumble that's remarkably sexy. "It's okay, babe, you're my grump translator, remember?"No homo, but my friends are absolutely stunning. Hoesung, an average height long-haired pixie-like person with mid-length black hair and abs, of all things, from years of gymnastics training. Yoonji, a more masculine presenting girl with a bob and a preference for all things gothic. The perfect happy couple, I reckon. They're openly together at school, and I will happily fight anyone who dares to say anything about them.
And I know they'd be right there with me, fists up and ready to deal out bloody noses to the dickheads around the school who think they can talk down to these queens. Not on my fucking watch, I'll tell you that now.
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Taekook Oneshots
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