"Don't Let Me Go" Taekook FanFiction

Kim Taehyung's Point of View

This boy in front of me, even if I had only known him for an hour or two at most, it had felt like mere seconds. He was everything that resembled warmth, light, happiness. Everything seemed dull, cold and distanced compared to the boy who was Jeon Jungkook. Not that I had much to compare him to if you really thought about it.

Continuing where I had left off on my walk, Jungkook remained by my side as we reached a nice park secluded from prying eyes. He joked that he had to make sure I didn't run into anyone else again as other people may not be as forgiving. I didn't question him even if his statement seemed a little far off, surely a simple apology would fix the situation if I did bump into anyone again. Not that I would bump into anyone again, I would make sure I was more aware so that I didn't need to talk to or socialise with anyone. Besides I didn't want to scare him off, he was the only person I wasn't afraid of being around, apart from my parents and our house caretaker.

"So, you don't have any siblings? Wouldn't living in such a big house alone most of the time be lonely?" Jungkook asked as I shook my head.

"It means that I can be in such a big space still without there being so many people around. Its why we also have such a massive garden outside. I like going on walks but most of the time I can't make it past the front gate." I say scratching the back of my head, he is probably so weirded out by me.

"Do you? Have any siblings I mean..." I ask regretting I asked when I saw the way Jungkook's face changed so suddenly. One of so much pain, grief and sadness.

"Uh no, but I don't live with my family anyway. They didn't want a gay son." Jungkook muttered out his breath hitching in this throat as he fought back the tears. I hesitated before sliding closer to him on the park bench we were seated at and wrapped my arms around him.

"I'm sorry" I whispered as I felt his head lightly rest onto my shoulders.

"It's okay, I knew for a while before that they didn't accept people like me. I just thought maybe they would be open to learning more about it and trying to accept it because I was their son but it didn't matter in the end. I'm okay though, I'm living with my friend and his boyfriend at the moment and there is always something to laugh about."

"I accept you, I don't care about those sorts of things, as long as you love someone, they love you back and you are both happy, why should gender or religion matter?" I reassured him as he gave me a smile pulling away.

"Kim Taehyung you are one of the nicest people I have ever met did you know that?"

"Well, I know now, don't I?" I chuckled as his front teeth stuck out a little more than his others reminding me of a bunny for some reason. For probably the first time in my life I felt light and free, like the entire weight of the world wasn't hanging on my shoulders and dragging me down.

"We should hang out again tomorrow!" Jungkook declared as he threw his hand out towards me. I titled my head looking at him quizzingly.

"Your phone" he asked seeing my confused face before I realised what he was doing and handed my phone to him.

"Here, now we have each other's number, this way we can text or call if you don't feel like hanging out in person or if you want to organise a certain place for us to meet next time."

"I'd like that" I said giving him a warm smile before worrying that by hanging out with me Jungkook could miss out on something important in his own life.

"Uh...but don't you have other things you'd rather do than hang out with me all day?" I asked worried that I'd never see him again. He didn't make me feel stressed out or anxious like everyone else did, and not feeling like that was nice for once.

"Just because I have other friends doesn't mean I won't put in the effort to make a new one. Maybe you can meet them, I'm sure you guys will get along fine."

Jungkook's words reassured me a little bit but that weird feeling came back as soon as he mentioned meeting his other friends. I don't think I could handle that. What if they were annoyed that I was stealing Jungkook away from them, they would end up hating me.

He would then blame me then for ruining his friendship with them. I hadn't realised my breathing had quickened slightly and had become uneven. I didn't even notice Jungkook crouch down to my level, kneeling on the grass probably ruining the nice pair of black skinny jeans he was wearing.

'Hey, forget I said anything. Hey, Taehyungie, it's just the two of us and if you don't want to be around anyone else that's okay, we don't have to do that either. Just focus on my voice, it'll all be okay. Just us two yeah?"

"y-yeah" I managed to get out after my breathing had returned back to normal. His hand was rubbing up and down my leg which calmed me down a little more. I don't know why Jungkook had this effect on me, but I was glad because otherwise my panic attack could have escalated a lot further and no one else would have been able to help me. Not that I would've let them, they would probably get hit in the head and fall onto the ground unconscious before even touching me.

Neither myself or my family knew why I was like this or had such a fear and anxiety of being around other people. Apparently, I was always like this hence the reason why I had been home schooled since I could remember. I remember my parents telling me once that on my first day of kindergarten, I was led into the room where the other kids were, and everyone laughed at me cause I was shy and still held onto my parents hands.

They didn't want to be friends with me and actively ignored me, the carers not caring about what was going on and let the other kids tease me relentlessly. At one point during the day they came up to me again and I completely lost it. I screamed and bit one of them on the face leaving a scar whilst pushing the other one onto the ground before hitting my head against an open cupboard and falling onto the ground blacking out.

Since then, I have always been afraid of other people except for my parents. Even our house caretaker, Jung Eunji, had trouble in the beginning to get me to talk to and look at her. One day when I was nine years old, I was in the kitchen sitting up at the bench as I coloured in so she could look after me whilst she baked something that I can't remember exactly now.

She then started talking about her name and why her parents named her as Jung Eunji, because it meant gentle and kind, and that is what she was. She wasn't like those other kids back at that kindergarten, she said to me, she wouldn't ever ignore me or be mean to me. I had decided to give her a chance because of this, and she was right. Her parents named her and raised her as gentle and kind.

Even though I gave no one else a chance, I had run quite literally into Jungkook and from the moment I laid eyes on him I wasn't met with laughter or rudeness or anger, I was met with kindness, gentleness and smiles. Maybe because he had never shown me anything other than kindness and friendliness that I didn't feel anxious or suffocated around him. Perhaps Jungkook can teach me to live again.