TAEKOOK ONESHOTS (Timeless. Ver)
Guilty as sin¿
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I never expected this from you!!!!
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Yes!! I am ashamed to say that you are born for me!!
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No..trust me…it isn’t bad as you think…please believe me..appa eomma…it’s who I am…
Mr. Jeon
*calling someone*
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No!!!! Please trust me!! *sobbing hard*
Mrs.jeon
You need to repent your sins!!!
Mr. Jeon
I feel ashamed to call you my son Jeon Jungkook!!! *growls*
Jeon Jungkook
*tears slip down his eyes*
Mr. Jeon
That’s it! I have called the rehab!
Jeon Jungkook
Rehab?! What does My coming out of closet has anything to do with rehab?!! *shouts in frustration*
Mr. Jeon
You need to purify yourself!!!
Mr. Jeon
Don’t make me hate you than I do right now!
Jeon Jungkook
*flinch and looks at the floor*
Jeon Jungkook
Do you even love me? *whispers*
Mrs.jeon
I will pack his stuff *walks into jungkook’s room*
Jeon Jungkook
No mama!!! I cant!!! Do you even realise you are pushing me into deeper pits of hell?!!!!
Mrs.jeon
*ignores jungkook and walks away*
Mr. Jeon
You will leave this place…your existence is making me sick *looks away*
Jeon Jungkook
*bites his lips crying silently*
Luver boy¿
It’s been a while…
Guilty as sin¿
Jungkook sat silently in the back seat of his father’s car, his hands clenched tightly in his lap.
The drive to the rehabilitation center felt endless, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air like thick smoke.
His mother sat in the front, her eyes fixed on the road, while his father’s grip on the steering wheel tightened with each passing mile.
Mrs.jeon
We’re doing this for you
Mr. Jeon
This… phase needs to end. You’ll come back better. *cold*
Jungkook didn’t respond. His heart felt heavy, but not from shame. He wasn’t ashamed of who he was.
The weight came from the realization that his parents believed this was a punishment—a cure for something that was never a disease.
The facility stood at the edge of town, surrounded by tall, rusted gates that looked more like the entrance to a prison than a rehabilitation center.
The sign above the entrance read Riverside Recovery Clinic, though the chipped paint and dull atmosphere told a different story.
Jeon Jungkook
*stepped out of the car, the cold wind biting at his skin*
A staff member in a navy uniform met them at the gate, clipboard in hand.
The steel gates of the rehabilitation center loomed ahead, cold and uninviting.
Jeon Jungkook
*stood frozen, his suitcase clutched tightly in his trembling hands*
He wanted to turn back, to scream, to run, but the weight of his parents' judgment was heavier than the lump in his throat.
Mr. Jeon
This is for your own good
his father’s last words echoed in his mind. His mother hadn’t said anything, just wept silently in the car. They didn’t understand—no one did.
His parents didn’t follow him inside. They left without another word, the sound of the car fading as the gates locked shut behind him.
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Staff member: Jeon Jungkook? *asked, skimming the papers*
Jeon Jungkook
*nods again*
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You’ll be here for three months. If you stay clean, you’ll be released early.
Jeon Jungkook
I don’t… I don’t do drugs, *said quietly*
His voice felt small in the vast, empty corridor they stepped into.
The staff member glanced at him but didn’t comment.
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Come on, I’ll show you to your room.
The hallway stretched endlessly, each door identical—gray, unmarked, and lifeless. The facility was silent except for the faint hum of flickering lights above.
Jungkook passed by other patients sitting in the common room, some staring blankly at the floor, others whispering in hushed voices.
As they walked, Jungkook noticed the way some patients looked at him. Not with curiosity, but pity.
They stopped at the farthest end of the corridor.
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*unlocked the door but didn’t open it immediately*
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*hesitated, his hand resting on the handle*
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You’re sharing this room. Just… don’t ask too many questions *low voice*
Jeon Jungkook
What do you mean? *his anxiety spiking*
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Your roommate isn’t the friendliest. People tend to stay away from him. Just keep to yourself and you’ll be fine.
Before Jungkook could press further, the door creaked open.
The room was dimly lit by a single window, cracked slightly to let in the faintest breeze. Two beds sat on opposite sides, one made neatly, the other unoccupied. There was no sign of his roommate.
Jeon Jungkook
*stepped inside, the door closed behind him with a soft thud*
Jeon Jungkook
*set his bag down beside the empty bed and sat on the edge, staring at the empty space across from him*
His hands trembled slightly, but he exhaled and forced them to still.
Jeon Jungkook
*notices the window open slightly*
But what caught his eyes were the cigarette buds on the side of the other bed.
Someone—his roommate—smokes in a rehabilitation center.
Jeon Jungkook
*takes in a deep breath*
He can smell the air mixed with a faint smell of smoke.
Jungkook’s mind was getting clouded with thoughts which broke with a creaking sound of a door he realised was present in the room—the restroom.
A man walked out fixing his zipper
Jeon Jungkook
*stood up abruptly in fear*
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*notices someone’s presence and looks at his direction*
The man walked out nonchalantly with a roll joint between his lips.
He was older, maybe in his mid twenties, with sharp features and dark eyes that seemed to pierce straight through Jungkook.
His hair fell messily over his forehead, and his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass.
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*pulling out the roll away from his lips between his slender long fingers*
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*swipes his hair back away from his forehead while meeting Jungkook’s eyes with an intense gaze*
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You’re the new kid *low raspy yet deep voice*
Jeon Jungkook
*breath hitch*
One question etched in his heart that second
Who was this man—and why was everyone so afraid of him?
Guilty as sin¿
Something is wrong with my MT
I think my chapter got posted twice…I typed a new one but the old one got posted
I don’t even remember the one I typed
The faint creak of the bathroom door broke the stillness of the room. Jungkook glanced up from the edge of his bed, eyes narrowing at the swirling smoke that curled into the air before the figure behind it emerged.
The smoke curled around the stranger’s face, obscuring his features like a veil.
Jeon Jungkook
*breath caught*
As the smoke dissipated, sharp lines came into focus—full lips curved slightly, a smirk resting at the corner of his mouth.
His bleached hair hung loosely, brushing against his lashes, framing intense eyes that seemed to pierce through the haze.
His expression was calm—too calm. The kind of calm that came before a storm.
Jungkook expected someone harsh, someone dangerous. But this… this was different.
His roommate wasn’t intimidating in the way Jungkook imagined. He wasn’t loud or aggressive. Instead, his presence was magnetic—danger wrapped in silk.
The man took another slow drag of his cigarette, finally speaking in a voice as smooth as the smoke that filled the air.
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You’re the new kid, huh?
Jungkook swallowed, unsure whether to nod or speak. His tongue felt heavy, and when he finally opened his mouth, the words tangled together.
Jeon Jungkook
I— uh, yeah… I just got here *mumbled, shifting nervously*
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*arched a brow, exhaling lazily*
Jeon Jungkook
*heart hammering unreasonably fast*
There was something about him—something that tugged at Jungkook’s chest in ways he didn’t fully understand.
The heat of his gaze, even with its edge of danger, felt like standing too close to a flame.
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*crossed the room, leaning casually against the wall near the window, cigarette still dangling from his lips*
He regarded Jungkook with faint amusement, as if sizing him up.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook *replied quickly, the answer slipping out without thought*
He repeated the name slowly, like he was testing the weight of it on his tongue.
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*subtly flick of his cigarette*
Kim Taehyung
I’m Taehyung.
The name rolled in his mind, sticking there like a thorn.
The whispers from people he passed while walking earlier flashed back—Taehyung.
Kim Taehyung
You look clean
Taehyung said, breaking the silence again. His eyes trailed over Jungkook, sharp but unreadable.
He can say, just with their first meet.
Kim Taehyung
*smirk widened, almost like he didn’t believe him*
Kim Taehyung
Must’ve really pissed someone off to end up here.
Jungkook didn’t respond, but Taehyung’s gaze lingered, peeling back layers Jungkook didn’t even know he had.
Kim Taehyung
Listen. *smirk faded as his eyes hardened*
The shift in the air almost imperceptible, but Jungkook felt it immediately.
Kim Taehyung
You don’t ask questions about me. You don’t talk to me unless I talk to you first.
Taehyung’s gaze pinned him in place, the glow of his cigarette casting shadows across his face.
Kim Taehyung
And whatever you know about me in these four walls?
Kim Taehyung
You forget it.
Jungkook tensed, his throat dry.
Taehyung exhaled, flicking ashes into a small tray by the window. His movements were lazy, but the weight behind his words was suffocating.
The room felt heavier now, as if Taehyung’s presence had filled every empty space.
Jeon Jungkook
*clenched his hands to stop them from shaking, biting his inner cheek to stay calm*
Jeon Jungkook
*glanced at Taehyung through his lashes, curiosity gnawing at the edge of his mind*
Who was this guy… and why did he feel like the eye of a hurricane?
Kim Taehyung
*meets jungkook’s gaze almost immediately*
As if sensing Jungkook’s gaze, Taehyung met his eyes again, lingering for a second too long.
Kim Taehyung
You don’t belong here *softer this time but no less dangerous*
Jungkook blinked in surprise.
Kim Taehyung
*let the cigarette dangle between his lips, walking closer to jungkook*
Jeon Jungkook
* instinctively takes a step back*
Kim Taehyung
*eyes linger over Jungkook before brushing past him as he made his way to the door*
His scent lingered—faint cologne, smoke, and something else Jungkook couldn’t place.
Kim Taehyung
You’re not like the others *murmured, hand resting on the doorknob*
His voice dropped just enough for Jungkook to hear, but not enough to feel like a comfort.
Kim Taehyung
Try to stay that way.
Before Jungkook could ask what he meant, Taehyung slipped out, leaving behind only the fading trace of smoke.
He walked out, with that roll still between his lips.
Jeon Jungkook
*exhaled, collapsing onto his bed, heart still racing*
His eyes drifted to Taehyung’s side of the room—the half-made bed, the worn leather jacket tossed over the chair, the books stacked haphazardly on the nightstand.
Jungkook had no idea what kind of storm he’d just walked into.
But something told him this wasn’t just about surviving three months anymore.
Luver boy¿
I accidentally deleted the chapter before…all my likes are gone..so did my comments.
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