#taekook #taekookau The series of Jungkook heedlessly teaching Taehyung that not every kind of love ends up in ditches; That there’s a lot a heart can do besides breaking~

Or where he learns that you are not supposed to be /scared/ of downhills with a lover, getting back up is also an option (?) part-II of my four part series

~ Comfort enveloping all hurt ~ Loosely based on T Swift’s Stay ~ Taehyung re-learning the definition of /Love/ ~ pls interact or I’ll haunt you in your sleep

2. 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 & 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨

“God fucking dammit! We deserved it more! This is not fucking fair, Namjoon!!” Taehyung watched googly-eyed as Jungkook threw back his head with jaw tightly clenched. The phone grasped between his fingers could be choked to culmination if it were a human throat, given how

tight it was held against the ear. Chills ran awake in every part of his body, to the point that he felt the hand holding his laptop tremble. He gulped when his godforsaken mind titubates back to the memories he wished he could blur.

Being Jungkook’s boyfriend was new. Being in the same room as an angry boyfriend wasn’t.

His hands feel clammy when he surges to shove the laptop in his bag and shakily straps it on the shoulder. “I-I…” he waits for Jungkook to look up from where he is still hunched and listening to Namjoon console him on the phone.

“I’ll call you later man, I have somewhere to be.” Jungkook hangs up instantly and fleets towards Taehyung, as if that’s the only direction he has known to be. Shoulders drooping, distraught looking in all sense of the word, Jungkook tenderly wraps his arms around a still

Taehyung and rests his head on his shoulder like it’s heavy to be held up. “I lost the project I was working on.” His voice comes out a little strangled, a little faint, the woe in it is /so/ strong that it pains Taehyung too. His own heart drums erratically in his chest,

partially waiting for receival of a yell or curse or maybe something worse… he doesn’t wish to ponder on the possibilities. All he however gets is a gentle peck on his shoulder over his dress shirt and he feels his heart dropping way down till the knees.

“Are we going already?” Jungkook eyes the bag across his shoulder and pulls away. “Give me five minutes, I’ll be ready!” He looks through his lashes with expression still heavy with melancholy and starts to track back into the bedroom. “Wait!” Taehyung’s calling out before he

knows it, “We- I mean.. you. You don’t h-have to come with me if you don’t want.” He blurts in lumbering hesitation. “Didn’t you come here to /pick/ me up?” Jungkook questions dismissively. “Why wouldn’t I wanna come?”

He slides on his blazer and affixes the VIP— Participant’s ‘Family’ Pass to his chest pocket. (The one he had boasted on receiving, as though he counts it in one of his /achievements/ going as far as sleeping with the card under his pillow that night| the dramatic he is)

“Your carrier could shoot up with this presentation. The good luck charm /has/ to be there!” Taehyung searches for hints of displeasure on his face. There’s none. Only a faint paint of gloom, given naturally that he lost something his team was toiling for, for months on end.

And Taehyung. He, despite feeling tremendously humbled, is just /confused/. “But you just l-lost the project…” he trails off. “All the more reason for me to watch at least one of us reaching the dreams.” He says while bending down to grab the dress shoes “Did I leave my

blue socks at yours?” He dares to say this so nonchalantly while struggling to knot his tie as if it didn’t knock air out of Taehyung’s lungs to an extent that the entire atmosphere couldn’t replace it.

Like he didn’t ground Taehyung into thinking what he must’ve done to deserve this man. Was this what they called normal? To not carry your work frustration home?

Like he didn’t just leave him with no choice but to fall in love.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦

Putting down the take-away bags, Jungkook’s smile, (for using the pass-code to the boyfriend’s apartment for the first time #simp ) slips away when he looks around utterly confused, seeing no sign of the usual.

It was their monthly-movie-marathon-day, the sixth one since they started dating. The day Taehyung cherishes more than his own birthday and only a little less than Jungkook’s.

It’s mostly at Taehyung’s place, being the one with the ever handy retractable barcaloungers and the bigger LED screen. So when Jungkook usually arrives with take-outs at 11 am (give or take an hour) he is always met with a beaming smile, popcorn-fragrant apartment,

movie list already made on the television and freshly showered Taehyung looking all /boyfriend/.

He trudges to the bedroom and finds his boy all cuddled up in the blankets scrolling on his laptop the pictures from their Japan trip last month while some Taylor Swift plays in the background. “You didn’t make popcorn?”

Taehyung jumps up, startled from the unexpected intrusion, shutting the laptop hastily. “Y-you’re… You. you came?” He looks confused. It’s Jungkook who is taken aback. “I shouldn’t have?”

“No ofcour— I mean… Yes— but like..” he sighs now burying his face into the hands, ears red. Jungkook would’ve cooed, was almost going to, because that’s what these fulsome adorable antics make him do every waking hour;

however before that he notices the trembling shoulder and is suddenly unnerved with frenzy. “What? Baby are you crying… oh my god Tae what’s going on?” He is panicking when he gathers Taehyung in his arms and the latter, seeing how much his distress scares the other,

cries harder. “Oh Tae, please don’t cry. Or I’ll cry too.” Taehyung sobs turn louder at this. He fists Jungkook’s hoodie tightly and pushes head into the chest as if trying to break his ribs to peek into the soaring heart that holds so much love.

“Do you— do you want me to go?” And it’s the sudden panic with which Taehyung draws back which breaks Jungkook’s heart. The eyes that search for the underlying annotations in that sentence as if he takes it to be something deeper than it actually is.

“I mean, we can always have the movie marathon some other time if you wanna be left alone?” Taehyung grabs his face and kisses him. Deep and slow, a little wet. One that borders between the two ways that a kiss proceeds, & it’s Jungkook searching for answers when he pulls away.

“No. Stay. Always, forever, for my whole life.. just.. stay.” “I’m staying baby. I’m not easy to get rid of.” He places a gentle kiss on the furrowed forehead when Taehyung drags them down to cuddle on bed, legs tangling together like the ribbons that are never meant to shred.

“I thought you wouldn’t come because we fought so much yesterday and I yelled and said all those mean things.. Kook please please /never/ listen to what I say when I’m angry.. I’m stupid but I love you, I really do—“

Jungkook gasps dramatically and pushes the babbling boy away while the offended look on his face (a little over the top, honestly) is evident. “So because of one silly fight over the phone, you were ready to call off movie-marathon-day?! How could you, Taehyung! How could you?”

“Shutup!” Taehyung, now ridiculed by his own assumptions, pulls Jungkook back to him. Scolds himself in his head of how dare he compare Jungkook to anyone from the past? To anyone in general? “I was just scared, okay? I’m sorry”

“As you should be!” He places a peck on Taehyung’s nose. “I’m a very dangerous man.” Then leans down to lightly bite at his lower lip “Grrrrr!” Taehyung just falls pliant in hysteria when after that he is tickled fatally.

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺

~Scene~

Tell me how you liked it so i am pumped to finish the other two prompts asap :))) curiouscat.qa/San_bubble

Part III