yoonmin + taekook oneshots

play date. [t.k]

'You never share your toys or communicate
I guess I'm just a play date to you'

'You know I give a fuck about you everyday
Guess it's time that I tell you the truth
If I share my toys, will you let me stay?
Don't want to leave this play date with you'

- melanie martinez

kinda for me to vent about someone who left after false promises and i'm tired :)

trigger warning, i think
knife.
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the song resonates with him where it hurts. like a wound to his chest. the words pull strings in his heart and ripping them out like a vicious big cat hunting. everything hurts within. even lifting a finger to ignore the persistent calls of him.

'I don't want to play no games
I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you'

he grips at his pillow tighter, curling himself around the fabric like a kola. it hurts like a knife has stabbed his chest, deep and wounded like never before. there's no knife, there's nothing but hurtful words of lost love hitting his ears as he sobs through the repeated song, over and over. as embarrassed that he was he couldn't help but be utterly destroyed. even if it's his own fault for fake promises and lost words of love dripped off the tongue with no meaning - just for the mood. it's his own fault he believed them, that they hit his heart in the right spot and tingled all throughout his skin.

'Wake up in your bedroom and there's nothing left to say
When I try to talk you're always playing board games'

the lines come with an added sound of annoying knocking on wood. taehyung sobs harder, the frustration buildup in his mind causing an emotional meltdown.

"that's not!" he sniffs throwing his other pillow at the window, "in the song you bitch!" he cries, frustration building in his body like he's never felt before. he's ready to punch a window and throw himself out. there's nothing left but to take his own frustrations out on himself. he's the guilty party after all, he gets the punishment.

the knocking only grows, louder and rapid. it sounds like how his heart does, with him.

"go away!" he whines, "your rudeness is ruining my heartbreak!!" he huffs. he's wanting to throw his other pillow now, the one covered in his tears and ... snot.

surprisingly, the knocking grows louder and louder and more intense.

if tae doesn't answer the door, he won't have a door.

"FINE!" he groans rolling to the floor with a heavy thud, "I'M COMING YOU MONSTER!" he screeches, voice hurting from the deep sobs.

draped in a think blanket over his head he answers the door, he looks kinda like an old fairytale lady. kinda funny how he would play the old sad lonely woman in a fairy tale. "...what?" he says to the visitor. ignoring the rapid heart race that plays in his ears. he liked the persistent knocking more. that one didn't hurt him on the inside.

jungkook blinks for a second, "... you weren't answering your phone... i got worried," he says, taking in the dark abyss that is taes apartment.

taehyung pretends his hope didn't just accelerate 200cc. he pretends those words don't send a sewing needle through his cut in half heart. he knows he doesn't care.

"there's no reason to be," tae says, wiping his nose on the blanket, he sighs, "i'm fine," he smiles weakly, hardly meeting jungkooks eyes. even though it hurts like a pile on bricks crushing the body, he's not embarrassed about this state. it felt fitting more than anything.

"fine?" jungkook questions, "because fine to me isn't playing melanie martinez at full blast while your crying and the apartment is fully dark... that's not fine tae," jungkooks eyes lapse with worry, a faint tug on his heart.

'help your baby,' fatal words from the heart.

he shakes his head, pulling the door open further so he can enter. "come on, tae," jungkook holds a hand out for tae to take. he does so softly, scared to break what broke him. like his pain can ricochet through his body to jungkook.

jungkook leads them to the couch, turning a light on, on the way. tae hisses like a vampire, jungkook rolls his eyes but smiles softly.

jungkook lies first, pulling taehyung into a tight grip of care and kindness, "what's up babytae?" jungkook whispers, a hand through taes hair as the elders cheeks rest on jungkooks chest.

"don't call me that," tae mushes, hands firm on jungkooks chest as he tries to push himself away. it hurts kookie, please.

jungkook pouts, making eye contact with tae, "but you love that name," he mumbles.

tae goes quiet. he doesn't know what to say right now. it's all too much. the heartache in his chest, the way jungkook holds him tightly, like he could be blown away in a gust of wind or the blaring lyrics of 'play date' reminding himself of the own hurt he feels.

his own mind feels so backed up with useless feelings, thoughts and wants. the list piled so high it flies out his mouth without a second thought.

"i like you kookie, like, like, like you. like i wanna date you not just have sex with out feelings! there might not be feelings for you but god-" tae moans, "i feel so much for you kook, like a mountain of feelings!! and things i wanna do, i wanna hold your hand and only yours and cuddle with you before bed and make you coffee in the morning and talk!"

the repercussions can come later, letting all that out felt so good. so freeing. mortifying but he doesn't care, he doesn't have dignity left. it went out the window with the pillow - if he threw it.

jungkook looks at tae with endearment eyes. he flips them over so tae lays on the couch fabric.

"you are so cute," he smiles, leaning down to kiss him slowly.

and taes heart buzzes like lightning. like his hope isn't just a let down. maybe jungkook likes him back. maybe. he threads his own fingers in the back of jungkooks hair and pulls delicately. wanting him closer. though a heavy body presses into him - taes never felt lighter. like he was a tiny fairy dancing in the pink clouds of a sunset.

softly jungkook pulls back, a hand clasping to taes cheek.

"d-do you like me back?" he says with a hopeful heart, strings of hurt sewing back together with the needle of jungkooks lips.

he sighs softly, "of course, what's not to like, tae," jungkook strokes the side of taes face with hesitance. too afraid to press too deeply.

it's electrifying the feeling that shoots through taehyungs body, one of extreme delight. overwhelming joy. only to dip like a rollercoaster. jungkooks not smiling, not making eye contact.

"what..." he whispers, afraid to break the air.

"i just... can't tae. i'm sorry," and then the air drops with a crackle.

the bright light of lightning replaced with thunder so dark.

he doesn't think, just shoves.
shoves jungkook off of him and out the door with out a second thought. he doesn't want to know why or even who. he just wants the pain gone.

jungkook took away the pain before he brought his own.

he slams the door shut with a shudder to the walls. his own body shaking as he falls. sobs breaking the quiet air.

'i guess i'm just a play date to you' the words drip off the speaker and surround the apartment. the last line a fatal stab to taehyungs wrongly healed wounds.

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:D !!!

writing is just me getting my weird thoughts nd angsty stuff out in my own way even if it's not that angsty. i just like having a place to feel free to let anything out through others and for it to be gone.

sometimes it has the opposite effect and more things cause issues. but it's all fun :)

there might be mistakes - my head hurts.

thanks for reading, i appreciate you <3