Taekook Oneshots

-83-

life. goes. on.

Taehyung POV

It's midday when Jimin knocks on my door. I wipe the sweat off my palms on the flannel of my shirt, immediately regretting it as I catch a glimpse of the stains in the mirror by the dressing table. This is so horribly abnormal of me. 

"The cars are here," Jimin announces, peeking his head round the edge of the door. "We gotta go." 

I fake a smile, hoping he doesn't notice. "I'll be out in a second," I assure him.

He raises an eyebrow at me. God, nothing gets past him, huh.

"Are you okay, Tae?" Jimin asks, concerned. 

"I'm fine," I manage to reply without croaking. "Really. I'll meet you at the car."

He leaves, probably still skeptical, but at least he doesn't bring it up again. All throughout the car ride, I keep my head buried into the crook of Jungkook's neck, trying to act as if I was just tired. He seemed indifferent, his eyes glued to whatever game he was playing on his phone. Occasionally he'd peck kisses on the curls of chocolate brown hair springing from my ear, but overall he didn't seem to notice my mood.

The shoot goes by quickly, thanks to Jin and Hoseok's antics. I even break into a laugh here and then. But then reality hits and crumbles down like weak, plastered walls, and I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from getting to emotional.

During the break, I sit alone in a folding chair, staring aimlessly at the greying sky. It looks like thunderclouds, I think to myself. I run my hands through the moistening air, foreshadowing a storm. 

Exasperated at how everything seems to be going wrong, I huff a cloud of frustrated hair from pursed lips, stretching my legs out until the heels of my leather shoes dig into the dry soil. The stylists are going to scold me for that. 

Like a little puppy, I see a smudge of colour running towards me. It's Jungkook of course. He beams at me.

"Hyung!" He exclaims, trotting to a stop beside me. "What are you doing?" 

"Nothing," I say honestly. "What do you want?"

Jungkook's face crumples a bit at my blunt response, but he crouches down to lay his head on my lap. 

"I've been wanting to talk to you," He says poutily. "Are you okay, Tae?"

I almost chuckle. I guess everyone has noticed my mood. The voices of Jimin and Jungkook intertwine in my head, bouncing and spinning until I'm left with a single question: Am I okay?

My eyes lock into place with Jungkook's, and the sheer amount of worry and sadness in them tugs like a long thick rope through my entire body as everything suddenly comes loose and I find myself practically throwing up the pent up heat in my throat and tears flood from my eyes like a tempest. 

Jungkook jolts up, shocked to see my break down like this. He wraps his arms around my neck,  cradling my pounding head against his warm chest.

"I'm so tired of this, Kook," I sob, hiccuping and choking on broken wails. "I just want all of this to fucking stop, this pandemic, this chaos, this world-"

"It's as if the world has suddenly just stopped, and I have to keep moving, but it's pulling me back."

I stuff my head deeper into his collar, not caring whether my outpour of tears would soak through his photoshoot outfit or not. Let them know I've been crying. Let them know my tears are his tears.

Jungkook brushes his rough fingers through my hair, kissing me gently to calm me. He gets off the ground and curls up in my lap, like a therapeutic cat. 

"I know, baby, I know," He reassures. "You're not the only one feeling this way."

I sniffle. 

"Mm."

Jungkook chuckles.

"I'm serious Tae, we're all tired as fuck," He says wistfully. "And that's okay. Shit happens, and life just goes on."

I sigh and wipe harshly at the tear stains on my cheek, leaving the skin of my nose and upper cheeks red and the whites of my eyes bloodshot. I glance at myself in the reflection of my phone. God, I look like shit.

"I need a break," I whisper weakly. "Just for a while, I want to let everything around me melt away."

Jungkook threads his hand through mine.

"Close your eyes."

I obey, lowkey skeptical of what sort of antic he's trying to instil this time. 

"Imagine the future- our future. After the pandemic, after all the worrying and stressing out. What do you see?"

I see you in my arms, legs entangled, singing soft ballads on a guitar, pressing kisses along your nape as I fall more and more in love with you.

I see our fans, cheering for us as we kiss under the sparkling glow of fireworks on a neon stage, not a single mask in sight as our senses melt into one.

I see you, Jungkook. 

All I see is you.

"I feel better, I really do," I exhale, genuine, for the first time it what seems like months. "Thank you baby."

Jungkook smiles happily, pressing his forehead onto mine with eyes closed, so his eyelashes flutter against mine like butterfly wings. 

"I love you Tae, remember that," He mumbles. "So don't feel like you have to suppress any feelings around me, okay? We're a couple, we'll work through our problems together."

I nod. I must have been some sort of saint in my past life to deserve such a guardian angel. The longer I hold him in my arms, the more I feel enveloped, drowned in blessings of reassurance and love and care and warmth. 

I wouldn't have anything if I didn't have him.

I look up, to see the grey sky has faded away, and the thunderclouds have parted to show the blue sky hidden behind it. The scene unfolded is as if an arrow has pierced through the atmosphere, tearing a shred of hope, even if it's only momentarily. 

My eyes fall to where our hands are clutched together, as if holding on for dear life.

Never let go of me.

(A/N: Oh god i'm really sorry for being so inactive. Things have been very chaotic, I just moved to a new apartment, am in the middle of exams, AND IM SO SORRY I WAS PROCRASTINATING DRYTVHJ i promise i have a whole bunch of updates lined up!!!! THANK U FOR STICKING AROUND I LOVE YOU ALL <3)