Taehyung listen to the instructions, Second position, plié , on your toes, grand-plié. Rond de jambe.

He tried to get the exit and lower his leg, hunching and dropping himself down, the stretch of his ribs strained into unfamiliar pain.

The gritty straining breath washed over Taehyung's faculties. Extending his arm upward, spread out over his way in the studio. His eyes shine and he loses focus, the mirrors gradually blurred into a wide field of dark with each pirouette. Each great jeté.

He steeled his fingers around the cool metal, utilizing the influence to move his standing leg so it upheld him completely on his pointed toes. His other leg raising gradually with him, twisting into a high disposition so his thigh was corresponding with the side of his hip and his knee bowes.

He didn't know how many positions he tells himself. From fondu , piqué, the positions run over his ears and into the mirror.

His other hand leaves the cool metal, shifting aside, as though he were brushing his hair and strained his arms. Straining his toes, let's his heel leave the flat of the ground and feeling like an series of bones had lost it's muscles.

His instructors memoring words shivering his ears over the years when  he inhaled sharply, lips pursing tightly.

Focus, focus, focus, around your point of convergence, don't let your your leg fall under your lower, Always make it look easy.

But Taehyung can't, not this time. Not when he feels the strain of Jeongguk's eyes on him from the other side of the studio.

Not when Hyun's words are still stuck in his mind.

"Your posture suck"

Taehyung dares to turn his gaze. But the moment their eyes meet he regrets it. Because now he can't look away, he can never look away.

He lets himself get lost and he can't do anything, because Jeongguk's gaze always makes him forget. Jeongguk always make him forget that it's not okay, nothing is okay.

Why does he always make him feel so warm.

Taehyung squints his eyes playfully in mock offense, looks to the side and makes direct eye contact with Jeongguk. "Unlike boxing, ballet isn't easy"

Jeongguk leans against the ropes of the boxing ring, in all his broad-shouldered glory. Dressed in just his grey sweatpants and a simple black t-shirt. The wide planes of his arms, covered with intricate swirls of tattoos.

The dark of his hair that falls to his eyebrows is a stark contrast to the paleness of his skin, free of any blemish. Taehyung isn't supposed to do this, not after Hyun. He knows he shouldn't, but when he stares at Jeongguk, with his pink lips and warm cheeks, he can't help but stopping the beam that stretches them.

Jeongguk smirks knowingly; a seductive curl of his lips that's both arrogant and addicting. "You think boxing is easy?"

Taehyung smiles with fraudulent sweetness, he can't stop it. But behind those cherry lips the teasing makes Jeongguk's eyes grow even darker "After watching you, I'm pretty sure it is"

Taehyung is aware his lying, because Jeongguk proved him wrong to many times.

Jeongguk regards him with faint surprise at the sudden comment, eyebrow slightly raised. And Taehyung feels himself blushing the slightest, Jeongguk is always able to makes him like this."Come up here then"

Taehyung blinks in disbelief. "What?"

"Scared that I will beat the shit out of you?" Jeongguk smirks, watches Taehyung with those same eyes.

Taehyung finds himself blushing furiously

"Am not!" Taehyung argues plateuntly.

And he tries to tear his gaze away but it's like Jeongguk has him locked in place. He stares at him with such intensity, expression still so unreadable and Taehyung feels so much at once. Feels like the world is starting to crumble at his feet because he hates this.

Hates how there's so much wrongs and rights.

"I don't have all day Taehyung" Jeongguk groans, dark eyes never once leaving his. "Or do I need to come down and get you myself?"

But Taehyung has never learned how to hold himself together in the first place without letting Jeongguk swallow him whole.

"Keep quiet" Taehyung retorts. Unwilling to let this boy hurt his pride he had built up now, when he slowly tugged himself towards the ring hesitantly.

He only takes three long strides before he's upon Jeongguk. And when he is about to jump inside Jeongguk suddenly takes a hold of his wrist and pulls him in. Immediately almost bumping into his chest.

In the close proximity Taehyung realizes Jeongguk always makes him feel incredibly small. He smells like cigarettes and sweat, and underneath that strong layer he thinks that maybe Jeongguk had taken a smoke before training. Even though Taehyung would probably scrunch his nose now he finds himself thinking that mold together to well and yet Taehyung still feel on fire under him.

Watching Jeongguk so close just makes him burn. Being so close does. The way his dark hair is stuck to his shimmered forehead, the way his body heavs up and down under over his gaze, the way his shirt has grown damp and stuck to his muscles , everything about him makes Taehyung forget.

Jeongguk is trouble. So much trouble.

Jeongguk's sharp gaze leaves his own and lowers down to his form. "You're going to wear this?"

Taehyung follows his gaze down at his clothes. Pink comfy leggings, a to oversized yellow sweater. He may or may not have forgotten his ballet clothes back home. Taehyung looks up again with wide confused eyes, lips gaped slighy "What's wrong with this?"

"Yellow and pink? are you fucking serious?"

"They go well together!" Taehyung comments back with a bright grin, stretching his red lips into that familiar boxed smile.

Jeongguk scoffs "You're lucky you're pretty, because no one would wear this shit"

And Taehyung can't answer. Feels himself flushed up under Jeongguk's oppressively gaze. Taehyung doesn't know how Jeongguk does it. how he's able to speak so hoarsely as if he isn't the reason for Taehyung feeling his heart beat every second he stands here for to long.

And there's no teasing anymore.

Taehyung's whole confidence wavers the moment Jeongguk slowly moves behind him next, slowly pressing his body against his back. The way his sweater sinks into his back when Jeongguk's chest meets his skin. And Taehyung finds himself a blushing mess when Jeongguk's wavering breath tickles the back of his ear, His rough fingers starting to slowly slide down against the shiver of his own- "Posture is the most important thing in boxing"

His touches are careful, like he's making sure not to hurt Taehyung , and maybe it does hurt. Because his fingers burn his skin when they take a firm hold of his own warm hands.

Taehyung swallows, looks down at how their hands look molded together. The  slender of his fingers held by the stark contrast of the multiple scars covering Jeongguk's. Skin against skin, representing the difference of their passion.

Taehyung thinks, he wants to hold Jeongguk's hand forever.

When he talks, he doesn't realize how softly it leaves his lips even if he knows Jeongguk was mocking his ballet posture. "I already know that.."

He already knows this, he knows so many things and yet he's still here.

It's only when Jeongguk isn't pressing upon him anymore that Taehyung notices that he's been breathing to hard. When Jeongguk's pressed up skin leaves his and he is before him again. When he meets his gaze, he burns.

He always does.

"Hit me then"

"What?" Taehyung repeats almost to himself. Feels his eyes go wide into a doed exposure.

"If you already know everything, hit me Taehyung" He states obviously. His voice so gravelly against the cold air.

"W-with no gloves?"

"You don't need any gloves with me" There's a slight suggestive lilt in Jeongguk's voice when moves closer.

Taehyung tries not to brood too much but there's no denying on him considering what he should do next. He's never hit anyone before, or even been in a ring. He's never felt so incredibly small before under Jeongguk's hanging gaze.

But then the door rattles to the studio and Taehyung's breath gets caught up. It's only a second and he's back to the tensing, his body feels raw and he backs up instantly.

The image of Hyun instantly flashes  his mind and he's down to reality again. He's down to the point where he realizes he isn't allowed to be in Jeongguk's presence- That he's not supposed to be talking to him.

He isn't allowed anymore to be in the only place he feels so safe.

Jeongguk notices almost instantly the shift in the ballerina, the way his expression instantly drops and he's stiff. But when Jeongguk tries to get closer, he only backs up more.

"Hey what is it? the door is locked" Taehyung hates the way all Jeongguk's words come out so gentle all of a sudden.

He didn't need them now, not when he's supposed to back away from him as he had frantically started reaching  for the rope, his body going down the mat without any second thoughts of how high up it was.

"What the fuck are you doing?! you will hurt yourself"

Taehyung thinks, of all the what could have been's he had shut down in his mind. The what if he hadn't met Jeongguk? What if he had stopped Hyun a bit better that day? What if he had apologized a bit more to him? What if he hadn't talked to Jeongguk and gave him those stupid cotton pads? What if. What if. What if.

"This is wrong- all of this. We can't do this." Taehyung balls his hands up into tight fists, nails digging in the palms of his shaking hands and he tries hid hardest to hold back the sting behind his wavering brown eyes- "It was a mistake Jeongguk. everything was"

What if he hadn't fell helplessly in love with the dark haired boxer who makes his cheeks pink and smile hurt.

Jeongguk's gaze shift at Taehyung. They're like they used to always be, cold and uninviting. His entire posture looks tense and there's an underlying change in that composed wall he built up again.

Jeongguk is staring at him, really staring at him, eyes boring into Taehyung's own and he's looking at him like he's a joke.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jeongguk's jaw clenches and unclenches. There's a controlling shakness in his voice, and Taehyung can tell that he's trying his hardest to control his anger.

His voice is hard but it's wavering and Taehyung feels like he's been swimming in an ocean of broken glass.

There's a shakness in the ballerinas voice, in the following pretend of posture he builds up to make it look believable.

That Taehyung wants nothing to do with him.

"We can't- we can't keep seeing each other anymore Jeongguk" - Taehyung stares at the spot he had put up for his courage to stay this way, and the more he does the more his heart goes up in flames.

He tries to think about Hyun's words, thinks as hard as he's allowed to, and then he doesn't know when things will fall in place though his words.

He hasn't been able to since Jeongguk touched him and now everything hurts.

For a few breaths after, Jeongguk is silent. Then he releases a dreaded mocking huff. "This is ridiculous." Jeongguk's tone feels like a harsh wind "you're fucking ridiculous"

When Jeongguk looks at him full of hatred, Taehyung can't look anymore.

What if he told the truth. What if he told about hyun.

Nothing would still be able to protect Ggukie.

He picks at a string in his sweater and refuses to look up, purses his lips together so hard that he even convinces himself he's not breaking inside when he speaks, when he speaks without any crack.

"We were.. we were never going to work out anyway" Taehyung swollows, swollows so hard he can feel the burn in his throat and the threaten of his tears when he speak.

Because he knows, his next words are anything of what he means. But he also knows, they are the only ones able to completely kill Jeongguk's last care for him.

"Because I am Kim Taehyung and you're Jeon Jeongguk"

The tense air grows dead.

Jeongguk's chest is heaving up and down, and it'd be difficult for anyone else to see, but he's trying very hard to control his breathing. There's a shift in his gaze and it grows darker. It's like the first time, Taehyung build down his fences of holding up his rage. And he moves upon him, only takes a few strides before he's right up to his face and if it wasn't this right moment, Taehyung would have drifted to the point where he can feel his cheeks burn.

But this time, when Jeongguk's fingers wraps around his chin, forces his head up to look at his dark eyes directly. There's nothing but hatred.

"Is that what you're scared of? Being seen together with me because of how fucking bad I am" - There's so much resentment in Jeongguk's voice that Taehyung finds it hard to believe he ever used to think Jeongguk likes him.

"Why don't you go and tell them the way you let me kiss you until you barely could breath? You seemed to have no fucking problem with that"

Taehyung feels like someone just dumped him in a bath of ice water. His chest hurts, and it hurts so much. Taehyung tries to hold on, he tries so hard.

When Taehyung doesn't respond fast enough, Jeongguk lets out a small hollow chuckle between his gritted teeth.

"You can never resist me Taehyung" Jeongguk's tone stings, his words hiss against his breath and his words feel so close against his gaped lips.

"Nor i you"

Jeongguk's gravelly voice is so taut, the hostility almost making him flinch. And Taehyung wants to look away from Jeongguk's wavering gaze.

Because he's afraid if he doesn't he won't be able to not break in front of him.

"That's not true Jeongguk" - "I am able to resist you" Taehyung whispers, let's his pretended wall take over his shaked voice when he speaks. His full name slips of his lips like a burn.

He watches the way Jeongguk's face slowly hardens against his own, breath so hitched on his own pulsed lips when he speaks.

The hatred in Jeongguk's eyes hurted him the most.

"You took a piece of me Taehyung. And I let you." Jeongguk's voice sounds like venom. Clenches his jaw.

"And that will never fucking happen again"

When the door falls shut in a harsh sound straining his ears behind Jeongguk. When his warm breath, touch and eyes are gone Taehyung slowly finds himself on the floor.

Cold and alone, he cries. In his buried hands he thinks of Jeongguk's leather jacket. All he knows is that he wants to go home. All he knows is that he wants to keep it against himself, until he convinces himself that falling in love with Jeongguk will be easy.

But the day Jimin told him to stay away from him, was also the day he should have realized.

Loving Jeongguk will never be easy.

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A/N
Sorry for the late update<3 I was complementing on deleting this book for a while, but decided in the end not to

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