BTSxTaehyung OneShots

Taekook- Bun?

Ship: Taekook
Top: Jungkook
Taehyung and Jungkook were best friends as kids, Jungkook being the shy, innocent younger, and Taehyung being the more outgoing and eccentric of the two. Now, at the ages of 22 and 24, they meet again.

Yes this is bottom tae. it wont seem like it, but it is.
This is a long one, over 3,000 words omg wtf.
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(Kook is 5 and Tae is 7 here):

"Oww!" Jungkook whined, being pushed to the hard concrete of the playground.

The 8 year old who pushed him laughed, "Aww, are you going to go cry to your mommy? What a wimp!" He snickered with his friends.

Jungkook's big doe eyes filled with tears, but he refused to let them fall. He needed to be strong, just like appa said!

His will cracked when the older kids started tearing his iron man backpack apart. One tear slipped, then another. Until his face was wet with tears.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

"Oh, Taehyung! Hi!" The leader stopped, hiding Jungkook's destroyed backpack behind his back.

"I said, what do you think you're doing?"

"U-uh. I was just.... we were just helping this kid out! Someone pushed him and we just wanted to help," He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Hey kid," Jungkook finally looked up at the new presense. "What happened?"

The small group of bullies glared at him, daring him to tell the truth. Taehyung noticed this, but looked at Jungkook for answers.

"Th-they just s-started hitting me. T-then they broke m-my Iron M-man back-backpack," Jungkook sobbed.

The bullies breath hitched. Oh no.

Taehyung turned to them, deadly glare set on his cute face. "Leave,"

"W-what?"

"I said leave," They did, running away after dropping the remnaints of the 5-year-old's precious item.

The blonde elder sighed, picking up the backpack and putting the one good strap around his shoulder. "Come on kid, let's go,"

"W-where are we going?" Jungkook asked, but got up anyways. He winced, his knee got scratched when he fell, blood dripping down his leg.

"My house,"

"But Eomma said don't talk to strangers. Or follow them home,"

"My name is Taehyung. There we go, not strangers,"

"M-my name is Jeon Jungkook!" When the younger smiled, butterflies erupted in Taehyung's tummy, maybe he has the flu?

"Alright Kookie. Let's go!" He wrapped Jungkook's arm around his shoulder, helping the kid walk all the way back to his house.

Once Jungkook's knee was bandaged and his backpack was fixed, as much as possible at least (the straps were taped with the duct tape Taehyung knew his father used for 'things that needed serious fixing'), Taehyung settled the younger on his bed, "Do you want anything to drink? Want a snack? I have Scooby-Doo gummies,"

(A/N: dude that shit was all i used to eat as a kid. damn i miss them)

"Gummies!" He exclaimed, snuggling into Taehyung's soft sheets. They were much softer than his own Iron man ones.

"Ok kid. I'll be right back, the TV remote is on the thingy next to the bed," He softly closed the door, smiling at how cute the younger looked bundled up.