"Can we please not talk about this?" Taehyung exhales sharply through his mouth, tucking his white tee further under his leggings to keep his hands occupied.

"You can't keep it a secret from your parents forever Tae. You have to tell them"

"I know Jimin! I know I need to tell them I do ballet one day but not right now"There's a sharp pause when Taehyung bellows under his line "I already have to much to think about right now so can we please drop this?"

Taehyung finally meets his best friends eyes since the moment he opened his mouth during their practice. But Jimin is still staring at him. That way that tells him he did something incredibly foolish when he hears his best friend sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

There's an odd, thick silence for a moment after that and Taehyung can't find himself to open his mouth.

He really didn't mean to get so worked up. But lately all of Hyun's text messages have been draining him.

Taehyung slowly walks over and drops down beside Jimin on the small studio bench. He proceeds to wrap himself around his friend like an overgrown koala. "I'm sorry, I know you only mean the best for me" He tucks his chin on Jimin's ballet shirt when he mumbles so quietly.

Curled up like this, he looks defeated. Unsure of himself and everything. It's too quiet between them and while Taehyung usually finds comfort in the presence of Jimin, right now his thoughts are to devoid and the air between them is tense.

"But I can handle this" Taehyung breathes into warm puddles when he slowly tightens his arms around the boy. Who's still restrained quiet for a few seconds before continuing, "Fine. But if you don't get your hands off me I will-"

Taehyung only grins into a chuckling clutter when he narrows his hold "You will what?"

But his giggles haltingly deteriorate into cackles until they turn completely quiet when the door to the training studio suddenly opens and two familiar boys crowd in. Taehyung's mood switches from relaxed to tense so quickly he almost drops his guard when his eyes instantly recoils over one specific person.

Jeongguk

There's a hard swallow, it's almost silly how quickly his heart can start beating and his whole demeanor fall under the influence of seeing Jeongguk.

To much to the point he's oblivious of the fact Jeongguk's heavy eyes instantly strain between him to his arms; swaddled around Jimin's shoulder and he doesn't seem as welcoming anymore when there's a hard scowl painting across his features.

"Jiminie!" Hoseok, the bright red haired boy he has chemistry with brings him back to his own presence.

"Jiminie?" Taehyung whispers back in confusion. Tearing his eyes back to his friend beside him.

Still, Jimin stays completely silent and refuses to look at him. Just let's his hand slowly brush nervously against his nape when a fitful stutter leaves past his lips "I kind of got close to him during the match we went to.."

Jimin tells before licking his lips, continues to stare at anything but Taehyung.

But Taehyung looks completely baffled, like he can't believe anything of what he's hearing "You told me to stay away from them?!"

Jimin swollows his own nervousness "Yeah.." a hesitant chuckle "Two meters away maybe?"

And even though Taehyung had a tip of strong retorts on his tongue, the new boy beat him to it once again.

"You're Taehyung right? we sure have heard a lot about you"

"Shut up Hoseok" When Jeongguk's response comes fast, his head turn towards him who's expression screws into something even worse, when he's eyes seems to shift between his hands around Jimin; and back to his buried hands in his hood's pockets.

Taehyung can't help but feel his muscles tense, heart falling under the influence of blossoms in his gut when he thinks of yesterday. The way his own hands were buried around that black hood.

But it aches to much when he knows he can't let his arms fall around him right now.

He really wants to. Realistically, he  should have started avoiding Jeongguk now. Tell himself that there is nothing between them other than a secret.

Yet, Taehyung never learned how to look away.

"Are you staying to practice?" Taehyung asks him abruptly without thinking. The first words he's ever spoken to him like nothing had ever happened between them.

And Jeongguk's eyes finally shift to his, they are dark and demouring. Holding back anything he wants to say and Taehyung thinks he has started to understand Jeongguk but it's hard.

Reading Jeongguk is really hard when he shifts his eyes away from him again.

"No. I came to get my bag before leaving" Jeongguk finally speaks up, tone holding a mild irritation.

"But you told me you wanted to see h-ow, ow, ow" Hoseok suddenly shouts in severe pain when a strong hand on his nape strain his muscles so hard. Taehyung widening his eyes in confusion between the two when Jeongguk's scowl only grew tighter.

And Taehyung is about to shovel out something, but Jeongguk is already turning sharply and walking towards his gym bag under the ring.

He flicks his eyes up from his concern at hoseok to Jeongguk- who's full on a restrained jaw and sharp eyebrows peeking under his dark hair.

It's quite dreary how his heart instantly sinks at the way Jeongguk acts like he's not there. It is selfish almost, when he  was the one who intended to keep this a secret. But sometimes, when watching Jeongguk's back constrict under his presence, he wants to forget anything. Maybe they can even hold hands. Taehyung really wants to hold Jeongguk's hand again.

Just for a bit.

Maybe the yearning feels too much like a thread and he pulls it all in. Words are starting to creep back in again. Hits him like a baseball bat because the way Jeongguk looks at him always makes him feel to much.

It's hoseoks voice who breaks him out of his haze once again "Are you ready to watch the match?"

Jimin nods hesitantly, still afraid of his best friend "Yeah"

"You're having a match today?" Taehyung asks out of curiosity, gaze drifting back between the two when Hoseok gives him a cheeky grin before he thows a sudden arm over Taehyung's shoulder.

A set of dark eyes instantly turning to Hoseok.

"Mhm! wanna come? I won't be as good though because that jackass from last time got my hands bruised up" Hoseok holler while prodding off his hands in-front of his face. Taehyung chides, squints his gaze off into the distance as if he's seen something horrifying.

In a second moving out of Hoseok's grip and towards his own bag before taking out a swift pair of cotton pads that is very familiar to a specific person. Who's attention caught themselves strained at Taehyung's next move.

"Here they aren't much but please use them when you get hurt to clean your wounds up" Taehyung beams cheekily when he slowly hands over a pair of them to Hoseok.

Who gasps in the most vunerous way a man could before he takes it with hesitant, unsteady hands. Like he can't believe he's receiving such kind acts.

"He doesn't even need them" Jeongguk mutters bitterly something incoherently under his breath that they almost didn't catch if it didn't cut the air like a harsh brace of razor. A brewing scowl on his face drawn from the side.

"Aren't you supposed to be leaving?" Hoseok teases and if looks could kill he would probably be six feet under right now.

"I am"

Jeongguk bites back but he doesn't move, head shifting away from his friends and Taehyung can feel his cheeks heat up the slightest.

Hoseok only grins knowingly before finally returning his amusing behavior to Jimin. With perfect timing down to the second, Jimin decides just then listen to him.

"Okay come on we need to go" Hoseok blurts out when he stands up and grabs a hem of Jimin's shirt with him. Beside him, Taehyung share a panicked look when they reach and leave behind the door "Bye taetae, thank's for the cotton pads!"

The door closes and everything goes silent. The dreary blast makes everything feel somber. A little too quiet. For to long and Taehyung doesn't look at Jeongguk at all, stares at his fidgety hands instead. The silence between them seems to stretch out for minutes. It's not the vile kind, but Taehyung have never been to good at restraining his heart alone with Jeongguk.

When Jeongguk gets up and is about to leave, he suddenly stops. Hesitant in his moves and startles Taehyung when he turns around towards him instead. His expression is screwed into something cussed, making him more nipping cold than he ever was before.

Jeongguk looks at Taehyung, for a moment he forgets how to function. The kind of beating that makes him feel a little dizzy.

"I need them too" Jeongguk's words come out quick and harsh. To the point he doesn't have time to register them when his eyes peer up in confusion.

"What?"

He can feel Jeongguk's searing gaze, and now that he's said the words, Jeongguk sets his jaw and looks away. There's a very pregnant pause, and Jeongguk looks like he's been complementing every word that leaves past his mouth.

"I also have a match soon" Jeongguk mutters quietly under his breath. Maybe he's hoping his voice would go unheard but it comes out louder and Taehyung hears to much in the quiet when flat out concern instantly covers his oblivious expression.

"You have a match? you didn't tell me?"

"I will get really bruised up" Jeongguk completely ignores him and tells instead, looking like he wants to stop everything that leaves his tongue while more care draws over Taehyung.

Who's hands instantly digs into his bag "Please be carefu-"Before Taehyung was able to finish the cotton pad was snatched out from his hands and Jeongguk leaves in a minute.

The door slams before him and the quiet falls upon him. Hands still stretched out when he blinks in surprise.

But only a few seconds later the door is opens again. What's even crazier is that Jeongguk is the one who's back.

But Taehyung doesn't have time to register anything when he's before him again "Give me all of them"

Jeongguk's voice bellows from before. A mirthful, dim tone and his glare falls upon him.

Taehyung's quiet for a moment. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, eyes widen as he stares at Jeongguk as if he's just grown a second head "What?"

But Jeongguk looks to serious.

"It's a long match"

When Jeongguk speaks so bitterly, Taehyung bites his tongue from smiling before he can say anything. Because now, Taehyung thinks he may know.

That the grumbling of sour jealousy in Jeongguk's voice makes his lips stretch when he finds it a bit to cute as he holds his smile back.

And when he moves to give out the whole bag of cotton pads to the bitter boxer, it's once again snatched from his finger and in an instance the door is slammed shut behind him.

There's a small smile growing on Taehyung's face and it only grows when he waits and the door does open again.

Taehyung wrings his fingers together and truly, Jeongguk does look hateful. Not the kind of enrage that comes in the form towards him, but the kind of weariness in the bones that settles into everything around. So when Jeongguk strides towards him again he's ready for another remark.

But instead he feels himself being pulled into the warmth of Jeongguk's body around the grip of Jeongguk's hands wrapped across the hallow of his waist. And he freezes.

Jeongguk's head instantly bury into his neck, it's quick and slow but it leaves him frozen into the floor. "Don't give out more to anyone else" Jeongguk mutters against his neck.

The kind that fermates and leaves pieces of himself dispersed into a blossom of crimson and beating. Has anyone ever taught Taehyung how to be ready in the hands of someone who leaves him numb?

The hard swallow that follows is painful and Taehyung is brave enough if he let's his hands fall around Jeongguk's neck.

But Taehyung realizes, that learning to back away never truly reached his ears. His touches with Jeongguk was measured, as if he was afraid to take up too much space and they would fall into the oblivion of losing each other once again. But space is a big word- and with Jeongguk's arms around him he never truly learned how to handle it.

Love changes people, Taehyung realized it too late.

But Jeongguk makes him happy, Jeongguk makes him so happy when he acts like this and Taehyung's lips curl into a pleased smile when he hesitantly, slowly let's his arms fall around his neck.

Brushing against the familiar fringe of Jeongguk's dark hair when he mumbles into a smiling mess against his shoulder "I only gave them out because he needed them"

"I don't care" Jeongguk whispers pissed "Don't do the things you do with me to other's"

Jeongguk pulls back, leaving the fused warmth against his body. Jeongguk glances at him with hooded eyes, a peculiar of something he can't quite despise.

His body tenses, and Taehyung watches Jeongguk so close. The narrow scar on his jaw listing way through his eyes.

Hands still restrained against his white shirt when he meets his eye, and Taehyung violently can't look away. It's only now that he figures how close they are. The rationality begins to creep back in as he tries to catch his breath because maybe this isn't a good idea. Maybe he shouldn't have came so close when he could feel Jeongguk's dark gaze and breath swaddle over his lips.

"It drives me insane when I can't show everyone you're mine.." Jeongguk's voice is so close to his lips and Taehyung backs away slightly.

He feels Jeongguk's fingertips lightly glide down against his spine, down to his waist and against the carnal of his shirt. He visible shivers and the simple touch raise a shaky exhale when Jeongguk's heavy gaze and breath hits the sharpness of his lips.

With Jeongguk face conveniently hovered over him like this he can feel the nudging of his musk and Taehyung gets a facefull of his scent. This time Jeongguk doesn't smell like the epitome of sweetness and cigarettes.

This time when Jeongguk's heavy eyes flicker down to his lips he smells like Taehyung.

The beating in his heart tells him it's so right. But being a secret tells him that everything's so wrong when he swollows hard.

"Not here gguk.." Taehyung's voice comes out as a hard plead. There's so much courtesy in his voice that he almost tells himself that maybe it's okay. One kiss can be okay.

Being close to Jeongguk is okay. Jeongguk feels okay.

Taehyung can see the shift in Jeongguk's eyes and it aches him even for a split second. Jeongguk only moves closer, the hallow of his hands stripped across his waist and Taehyung feels a million heartbeats.

It only grows the moment Jeongguk's thumb finds it's way along the edge of Taehyung's chin to tilt his head upwards, angling him closer when he doesn't break his haze from him once before he slowly presses down his lips against the corner of his.

Taehyung instantly melts into a beating mess when he tries to function properly "Gguk.."

Jeongguk has never really been good at staying away from Taehyung.

Not when he only draws his finger closer, his edge drawn over his breath and it's as if he's complementing himself.

But this time, just the solid second he feels Taehyung's hands around his neck try to bring him closer. Jeongguk doesn't hesitate when he crash their lips together.

Heart thudding loudly in his ears, Taehyung can feel the blood rushing straight to his face as shame blossoms in his gut. It's silly how quick he melts against Jeongguk.

And Jeongguk, with his broad shoulders always held high with hardness is now hunched over as if he's ready to let this kiss destroy him whole. Because Taehyung makes him lose control when he deepens their lips together.

Breathing is hard but Jeongguk's lips are rougher. When they sink into his, biting against the red of his bottom lip before he's tongue dives into the full of his own, he can't stop.

Swallowing his own oxygen becomes hard. Jeongguk tastes like Taehyung, and Taehyung tastes like Jeongguk.

Between Jeongguk's tounge pressed intoxicating against the brewery of his cavity he tries to mumble breathless against them "The door- lock the door"

It's almost cruel how fast Jeongguk's expression turn, into something dark, like a desperation of want when his body tenses. Taehyung can feel every bit of it when Jeongguk's voice devour into hunger against his lips "We don't need to lock the door"

"What?"

"You can handle being quiet" Taehyung barely registers when Jeongguk's hands are under his bottom, slipping under  his thighs to lift him so effortlessly in the air when his his legs suddenly leave the floor and instantly folds around Jeongguk's middle.

Pushes him back until Taehyung's back presses firmly against the door and Jeongguk closes any space that ever existed between them

He doesn't even have time to say anything when the muffled small sound from his throat dives into Jeongguk's tounge, swallowed whole against the boxer's lips when they never break apart.

Taehyung is leaning back, Jeongguk's hands are everywhere on his lower body when their lips sink together with every desire to taste risk at the back of his throat. The boxer shuffle against him further, presses down closer to mold them like liquid into the kiss. And Taehyung should pull away, shouldn't close his eyes, should keep his lips shut when Jeongguk's tongue slips past, but he doesn't.

Taehyung wraps his arms around Jeongguk's neck firmly to not slip, yet a part of him knows that Jeongguk would never let him fall.

Jeongguk is always unpredictable.

The room feels like a puddle of clement and Taehyung may have questions if the AC was on, because his body grows into a plash of heat and the room feels hot against Jeongguk's body pressed against him.

Against his lips he drowns when a low sound leaves past them when Jeongguks tongue devours his.

The noises that Taehyung doesn't want to let out dives into Jeongguk's mouth when they kiss, swallowing down those little noises with want. Jeongguk doesn't give him a break when their tounges slide into a pond of desperation.

It's maybe a desperation of waiting and both are addicted to it.

Instead he gives in, limbs growing weak against the heat of Jeongguk's bruising finger's growing over his leggings. Deeper, deeper, until his mind is water and Jeongguk lights him with fire.

But then there's a sudden knock on the door.

"Jeongguk are you in there? hurry up we need to leave"

It's Hoseok and Taehyung can barely breath when Jeongguk lowers a quick shit between his breath when he pulls away. Slowly setting Taehyung down on the ground. It feels empty.

But he doesn't stop, when their eyes lock into something heavy. Taehyung is having a hard time breathing with Jeongguk's build blocking his body. All confidence leave's past his breath when their heavy panting hits their sharp pulls of silence. Instead he covers a hand over Taehyung's bruised lips.

"I'll be there soon" Jeongguk breathes out and the kind that tickles against his skin when he moves forward, eyes flicking over Taehyung's red state before he starts to ghost his lips along the trail of his cheekbone. Down his jawline and Taehyung doesn't know when the sound leaves past his lips into a muffled moan when Jeongguk's tongue dives down against his skin and leaves shivering kisses along his neck.

He swears to god he even felt Jeongguk print a half smirk against it, when Taehyung's held back sounds imprints on his hand and his shaky fingertips against Jeongguk's hood grows tighter.

Taehyung exhales when Jeongguk removes his fingers and his entire body shiver when he only pulls away to press his hand against the door. Incase Hoseok were to still try to come back again.

But just at the moment Taehyung's phone vibrates.

Taehyung ignores it, gulping harshly when it buzzes again.

"Who is it?" Jeongguk whispers against his skin. His voice spark the ignite against his neck when it sends heavy jitters.

Taehyung panics.

"Can I go to the match too?" Taehyung blurts. In heavy pants of wanting to change the subject. Which seemed to work when Jeongguk momentarily pulls away.

His gaze running over Taehyung's swollen lips and crimson cheeks.

The way their eyes lock makes him forget about the possibility of Jeongguk catching on into his phone, and all Taehyung can focus on is the way another droplet of sweat drips down Jeongguk's neck and glides down against the black ink under his hood instead of the frown on his face.

"You can't go anywhere near that place again" Jeongguk warns in such a demanding tone. Voice raspy and breathless.

"You're being rude again"

"If anyone ever lays a hand on you I will be" Jeongguk doesn't even hesitate when he answers.

And now Taehyung only have more reasons to be afraid to ever tell the truth.

"You can't do that"

Taehyung tries but the dark in Jeongguk's eyes eat it up when he shiftly tugs Taehyung's chin along his own again. Like he's not even bothered to hesitate on any of his actions.

"I don't give a flying fuck. I will hurt anyone for you"

Jeongguk's hot breath tickles all across his bottom lip, rustles in his eyelashes like humidity, and Taehyung reaches up, quietly, to let his fingers hold on into Jeongguk's hood when his lips press against his own again.

Jeongguk uses his lips to make Taehyung forget. And Taehyung does. Against his lips he always does.

The blonde's gripped hand instantly got caught along Jeongguk's bruised up fingers who slowly start covering his own. It's almost a remedy of how careful he holds it compared to his other hand.

Who's draped under his shirt, sending shivers along his spine and Taehyung hopes Jeongguk won't see how hard he is blushing.

"Jeongguk what's taking you so long, Namjoon's betting today hurry up"

Taehyung feels Jeongguk's tenseness and a pissed off groan vibrate against his neck where Jeongguk lays his head  "I said i'll be fucking there"

Taehyung swollows his lump and hopes his heart isn't beating load because it's only now he realizes they have gone to far and what could have happened if the door had been open.

There's sweat clinging to Jeongguk's bangs, gliding off his jaw against his neck and Taehyung softly leans into the warmness "You have to go gguk"

Jeongguk's grip around his waist tightens. Maybe, it's the grip of needing more time before they go back to not meaning anything to one another outside this room.

"I need to get my cotton pads first.."

Taehyung chuckles lightly at Jeongguk's words, lips stretched out because Jeongguk will always be so unpredictable.

"You're seriously so worried about them?"

"Without something of you I can't focus"

At some point Taehyung's heart never stopped beating. At some point, Taehyung wonders when he fell in love.

"Then what about me? I also need something from you" Taehyung protests when Jeongguk meets his eye.With every second Jeongguk's arms around him grow tighter Taehyung wants to stay.

"You have my jacket"

"I thought you forgot about that"

"It's my favorite jacket"

Taehyung almost breaks out into a gasp "And you gave it to me?"

"You're also my-" Jeongguk stops before he even have a chance to realize what he's about to say. Almost cursing himself out and Taehyung swears he could see the faint split of embarrassment crossing Jeongguk's features before he quickly puts up that hard wall again.

And Taehyung can't let this go, not when he grows as flustered as his pink lips that stretches out into a series of grinning and smiles "I'm also what?"

Jeongguk's hands retreats from him and Taehyung's giggles follow his hurried movements to leave "Wait Ggukie i'm also what?"

"Shut up i'm leaving" With the harshness in his voice Jeongguk leaves.

But not before taking the cotton pads and forgetting completely about taking his own bag.

And it's silly, Taehyung is silly when he stands there with the biggest smile. Because maybe he should go after his bitter boxer when the door crack shut.  Still, something in him can't help the happy, bloom through his ribs at the thought that Jeongguk didn't forget the cotton pads.

Something in him tells him that if he kept the bag he could have more time to spend with Jeongguk the moment he returns it to him.

He thinks of Jeongguk. Of how people would think they were an odd pairing- That whilst he is reckless with mere words and Taehyung is mindful with lots of words they never saw what he sees.

That the Jeongguk that hates the sole idea of being close, is the same one that the ballerina still can feel the careful warmness of his hands lingered across his body. The way his hands, his touch felt as if he never wanted to let go leaves Taehyung wishing he never was allowed to.

Taehyung has long forgotten how to to be whole without Jeongguk.

His phone buzzes again in his pocket. The sound pulls through his limbs and the smile falters along with the tremble of his hands. Taehyung never stops thinking of Jeongguk.

Hyun:
Why are you ignoring my texts

Hyun
It doesn't work like that Taehyung

Hyun:
I need you to meet me outside the station tomorrow.

Jeongguk is Taehyung's favorite person too.

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