Taekook Oneshots

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ꪖꪶꪶ ꪖ𝕣ꪮꪊꪀᦔ ꪑꫀ

Jungkook POV

I wake up to the same whisper again. Low, soft, all but a small breath of word. Jungkook, it says. Jungkook.

The clock upon the wall reads 6:45. Dawn is just about breaking, tips of light rays making their way through the ruffle of the partly closed curtains. I groan and get out of bed, approaching the drapes to pull them back. I bask in the bluish glow for a while, gazing at the beautiful scenery upon me. 

Dew covers the mass of grass before me, trees peacefully swaying in the wind, the basin of the long lake ending right at the beginning of my garden. I reach out, as if my hand can pierce through glass and straight into the fantastical side.

I refrain, and instead I slip into my morning jacket, and quickly head outside. All the maids and butlers are still asleep, so the estate grounds are quiet and undisturbed. Perfect for a morning stroll.

How odd, I ponder. The air is warm, sweet even. Rare, so early in February. I pace myself slowly, taking my time with every branch, every leaf, every ripple in the water. Ripples. I stick my fingers out. There is no wind. I kneel closer to the lake surface. If my eyes do not deceive me, I'm sure there's something beneath. 

Algae, perhaps? The turquoise wisps of hairlike features glow with the gentleness of fireflies. I reach into the cool water to grasp it, and suddenly it jolts and fades into the blue. Strange. I'm sure aquatic weeds do not move like so. Intrigued, I lean closer, so close I'm on the brink of falling in. To my utter surprise, the surface bubbles with foam and more definitive and obvious ripples begin to form in across the pond like shattered glass. 

I stumble onto my back in surprise, falling on to the wet dewey grass. A creature rises, from the waters, an aura so bright I have to squint to even make out the faintest shape. It looks perplexed, for a moment, then falls to its hands and knees, warily but curiously crawling closer and closer to me until his body hovers directly over mine.

My vision is clear as day, as I study the man staring at me with wide, long-lashed eyes, the colour of crystal blue waters in the bay of the Wisteria beaches. Every one of his features appear as delicate as the pond's surface, every inch of skin from his cheeks to his feet pale and soft like sea sponge. His hair, too, a rich ultramarine, swept in locks as if they were the waves of the ocean. He was clothed in a gown of silk and satin, the colours so iridescent they seemed to never stop changing shades.

"W-what are you?" I stutter out, rooted to the spot as this strange deity's eyes roam me. 

He tilts his head, and blinks, and a daisy that had been tucked behind his ear falls upon my lap. 

"Jungkook," He utters with disbelief. "Jungkook?"

"Yes-Yes I am," I reply hastily. "How do you know my name?"

The man claps his hands together and gasps with visible joy.

"You are the owner of these lands, are you not?" He smiles, pleased. "I have been watching you, sire."

The voice. The voice that rings in the mornings, the one that shakes me from my sleep and awakens my curiosity. It belongs to this beauty of a man? 

"Why have you been watching me?" I ask warily. "What could a...a..."

"A water spirit," He cuts in. "I am a water spirit. And my name is Taehyung."

"What could a water spirit find so interesting about me?" I finish.

Taehyung blushes a little, his pale cheeks going noticeably pink. He cradles his arms together, and his flowing sleeves flutter in the breeze. 

"You are handsome," He admits, allowing his fringe to hide his shy eyes. "Very, very handsome. And I like that. And kind, I have seen you explore nature with gentle hands, and I have read your soul. You are good."

Me? This ethereal spirit is calling me handsome, and kind, and good?

I rub my eyes and pinch the back of my hand to ensure I am fully awake. Taehyung watches me and giggles. Contagiously, I smile as well, more bashfully than ever. 

"Y-you are very beautiful as well," I manage to say. "Very, very beautiful."

There is a long, awkward pause. 

"Ehem, um, would you like to come inside and join me for breakfast?" I blurt. "The cook should be serving it around now."

Taehyung goes wide eyed, and he looks so full of joy for a second it is as if he is really truly glowing with radiance. He grasps my hands by surprise, sitting up my lap. Right. I forget the position we are in. He seems completely undeterred by it, but I on the other hand, cannot stop glancing at the nearness of his body on mine. 

Stop it, I scold myself in my mind. Stop it, you stupid man. You've only just met him, his thighs should not be of your interest.

"It would be an honour, sire!" He exclaims, another daisy drifting down from his hair. This time, I catch it and tuck it back behind his ear. It's unusually bold of me, but today feels like a brave kind of day.

"Please, call me Jungkook," I assure him. "None of my friends call out to me so formally."

"Friend?"

"Well, you are my friend now, aren't you?"

Taehyung bows his head.

"I...If you say so, I suppose I am."

I laugh, and he follows suit, producing those bubble-like giggles once more. We stand, and stroll into the main hall. I stand a little taller, trying to exude dominant energy, but the moment Taehyung slips his arm through the loop of mine and edges into me a little closer, I'm a quivering mess.

The dining hall, as I had expected, is ready for me. Plates of golden breads and pastries, selections of fresh fruit, mountains of pancakes and waffles cooked to perfection. The server boy glances at us and bows with a warm smile.

"Good morning, sire," He greets us. "I shall prepare another set of cutlery."

He takes a swift exit, and Taehyung rushes over to the steaming hotcakes, eyes shining.

"What are these glorious things?" He asks perkily. "Do we eat them?"

"Yes," I laugh, admiring his innocence. "They are delicious."

The server boy returns with gold laced plates, and place them neatly beside the seat of mine. Taehyung makes himself comfortable, and I join him after a quick thank you to the boy.

Taehyung looks at me, his previous childlike aura fizzled out and replaced with an intimidating glare, his eyebrows raised. 

"He seems awfully comfortable with me here," He notes. "Do you bring boys in for breakfast on the usual?"

"Of course not, Taehyung," I chuckle, a little turned on by his jealousy. "You're the first boy I've ever brought for breakfast, I promise you."

Taehyung looks satisfied with my answer, and picks up his fork to dig in. He must have witnessed me at meal times, as he looks perfectly comfortable with human cutlery, although fumbling a little, he manages to pick up a large bite of soft pancake. As he chews, his eyes close into crescents, his smile so beaming it overpowers the sunlight shining in form the windows. 

Again, I am dumbfounded by his beauty. He looks as if he is perched upon a lilypad, his dress draped over the chair, legs crossed, still and serene. His presence brings an unexplainable peace to the house, like good weather in a pretty village. The sunbeams in his smile light up the ornate halls.

An interesting, interesting boy.

And a very pretty one, at that.

(a/n: sorry for the slow updates... i have seven tests coming up next week TT wish me luck. LOVE U GUYS so nice meeting some of u on snapchat lol <3)