TAEKOOK ONESHOTS (Timeless. Ver)
Guilty as sin¿
The pain pulsed beneath Jungkook’s skin—a sharp ache radiating from his hip where he had hit the nightstand.
He could still hear the crash of the lamp, the way Taehyung’s voice had cut through the dark, telling him to stay away before walking out like he hadn’t just left bruises behind.
He could still hear the crash of the lamp, the way Taehyung’s voice had cut through the dark, telling him to “stay out of his way” before walking out like he hadn’t just left bruises behind.
Jeon Jungkook
*bit his lip, his fingers curling into his thin blanket as he sat on the edge of his bed*
He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there, staring at the mess in the room.
He told himself he was fine. That he wasn’t shaking. That the tightness in his throat wasn’t fear.
A knock on the door broke the silence.
Jeon Jungkook
*looks at the door confused*
Who would come to his room late knocking?
If it was Taehyung he wouldn’t bother, or if it was someone to meet taehyung…well no one has the guts to meet Taehyung so they?
Before he could put his thoughts together, the door it creaked open.
Jeon Jungkook
💭Yugyeom? *stiffens*
Yugyeom
You are here!! *eyes light up*
Yugyeom
I heard Taehyung had to leave so I just thought—
Yugyeom
*eyes sweeping over the disarray, the broken lamp, the scattered pieces, the overturned chair*
Yugyeom
*brows furrowed slightly before his gaze landed on Jungkook*
Yugyeom
Everything okay? *gentle, but too knowing*
Jeon Jungkook
*forced a small nod*
Jeon Jungkook
Yeah just some commotion
Yugyeom
*notices jungkook leaning one sided*
Jeon Jungkook
Huh? *blinked up at him, confused*
Yugyeom
Your hip. *voice was softer now, his gaze dipping lower*
Yugyeom
You’re favoring one side.
Yugyeom
*walks up to jungkook and kneels before*
Jeon Jungkook
*taken back*
Jeon Jungkook
No! I am fine! *tries to stand*
Yugyeom
*hands hovering near Jungkook’s thigh stopping him from moving*
The warmth of his presence felt too close, too intimate.
Yugyeom
Let me *assuring smile*
Jeon Jungkook
*looks at Yugyeom before nodding his head gently*
Jeon Jungkook
*hesitated before shifting slightly, lifting the hem of his shirt just enough to reveal the angry bruise darkening along his hipbone*
A thin scratch cutting through the center where he had scraped against the furniture.
Yugyeom
*inhaled quietly, his fingers ghosting over the edge of the bruise*
Jeon Jungkook
Huh? Uh! No I tripped!!
Yugyeom’s touch was too careful, too slow.
Yugyeom
*pressed the pad of his thumb lightly against the bruise, watching the way Jungkook’s muscles tensed under his touch*
Yugyeom
…This doesn’t look like you just tripped *murmurs*
Jeon Jungkook
*pulse stuttered hearing it*
Jeon Jungkook
It is *adds quickly*
Yugyeom
*fingers brushed along the scratch, applying gentle pressure*
Jeon Jungkook
*shivered, but not from pain*
Jeon Jungkook
It’s fine…*gently takes away Yugyeom’s finger from his body*
Yugyeom
*holds jungkook’s hand and looks straight into his eyes*
Yugyeom
You don’t have to lie.
Jeon Jungkook
*throat tightened*
Yugyeom
*sighed softly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small antiseptic wipe*
Yugyeom
*tore it open with ease, then met Jungkook’s gaze*
Yugyeom
This might sting.
Jungkook could prepare himself, Yugyeom pressed the wipe against his hip.
The sharp burn made him hiss.
Jeon Jungkook
*his hands instinctively gripping the fabric of his sweatpants*
Yugyeom
*didn’t move away, fingers lingered longer than they needed to, tracing the edge of the bruise with something close to fascination*
Jeon Jungkook
*breath hitched*
Yugyeom
*gaze flickered upward, his dark eyes studying Jungkook’s face*
There was something there—something unreadable, something too soft, too deliberate.
Yugyeom
I don’t like seeing you hurt * low, almost intimate voice*
Yugyeom
*hand pressed just a little too firmly against Jungkook’s side*
Jeon Jungkook
*Yugyeom’s warmth bleeding through the thin fabric of his shirt*
Jeon Jungkook
*fingers twitched, body felt tight, tense, like he didn’t know whether to pull away or let it stay*
Then—before he could think, before he could move—Yugyeom pulled him forward.
Yugyeom
*wraps his arms around jungkook*
Jeon Jungkook
*feels the slow, deliberate press of Yugyeom’s chest against his own*
Or something that was meant to be one.
Yugyeom
*arms settled lightly around his back, his fingers resting against the dip of his spine*
Jeon Jungkook
*warmth of yugyeom’s breath brushed against his neck, close enough that he could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest*
Jeon Jungkook
💭 Too close.
Jeon Jungkook
*heart pounded painfully in his chest*
He should move. Say something. Do something.
Because for the first time since he came here and Taehyung had walked out that door, leaving nothing but coldness behind—someone was holding him, and it was warm.
Taehyung never came back.
At first, Jungkook told himself he didn’t care. That it didn’t matter.
Taehyung had always been distant, always cold, always ignoring him finally pushed him away.
His absence shouldn’t have left a hole in Jungkook’s chest, he should feel relieved.
The room felt emptier without him.
Because Yugyeom was still there.
At first, Jungkook had been grateful.
The older boy was kind—gentle in ways that Taehyung had never been. He looked out for Jungkook, took extra shifts around his section, lingered during their conversations.
And Jungkook… he let him.
Because it felt like he had no other choice.
He let Yugyeom pull him into quiet corners, let him touch his wrist a little longer than necessary when handing him something, let him lean too close when they spoke.
He didn’t want feel anything weird because for yugyeom they both were men.
And for Jungkook, he wasn’t particularly comfortable but he hadn’t had the courage to say otherwise.
And something about it never felt right.
There were moments—small ones, fleeting—where Yugyeom’s eyes would darken in a way that made Jungkook’s stomach turn.
A hand placed too low on his back, a look that lasted too long, words that dripped with something unspoken.
Was it something he should be concerned about?
Luver boy¿
HUMP! I am mad 😤
Luver boy¿
I was busy with studies, do my readers want ur favourite author to fail and get his aśs kicked by his parents?
Luver boy¿
And mine gets kicked literally fyi
Luver boy¿
No update if no responses 😤
Luver boy¿
Jeon’s slave will take time, my English is good because it takes time.
Comments
Rashi
you're cute authorshii 🤭
how old are you?
2025-03-13
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Ashely_**
like I said before, even if everyone leaves I will be right here, supporting
2025-03-13
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VioletBunny 💜🐰
Was gonna ask…yeah take time 😘
2025-03-13
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