Taehyung runs. He's constantly on edge of stumbling as he runs down the hallways to the training studio. The clock had just hit six and he couldn't help hurrying over to practice. Before his parents arrive home and notice him not home yet.

he looks around every corner before he turns and practically runs across the hallway, his ballet clothes on and golden hair fluffed from the wind fixing it's strands.

And his eyes are set to his gym bag gripped between his hands, and that foolishly allows himself to drop his caution and that's when he ends up running into a solid body.

His body instantly come to a stop, almost falling over if it weren't for his stability of keeping his balance. And he's just about to apologize,

"Watch where you're going" Jeongguk's voice comes directly from before him and he tenses, turns his gaze up slowly and thinks that he's just hearing things, but there Jeongguk is-and he doesn't look too happy either.

Taehyung slowly backs up, grasping tighter around his bag, and smiles the slightest even though it's obvious that his presence isn't welcomed.

"I'm really sorr-" before Taehyung could even finish, Jeongguk just walks past him.

Taehyung stays still, as the boxer walks into the training studio. He could only stand to process it whole, before he himself grasped tighter into his gym bag. Before following inside after the minutes seemed to drive by.

And he glances up, found it so incredibly unusual still, with sharing this place with Jeongguk.

He didn't know why he felt so nervous around him too.

His presence making his nerves bolt through the roof of the way head trying to know if it's by his demander or the things Jimin had told him about.

Seated on the edge of the boxing ring, his leather jacket still on, dark hair falling over his forehead as his eyes were traded down to his hands. Where he was about to start bandaging up his hands for boxing.

But Taehyung slightly widened his eyes, when he noticed the new injuries on Jeongguk's hands, blood staining his hands and knuckles.

And he couldn't help, even if he knew the injuries probably wasn't done by any good deeds, it was still incredibly hard to watch them still.

And without thinking, he reached down for something in his bag. Hands slightly stumbled as he put his bag down on his floor. And he starts walking towards him.

Maybe Jeongguk senses the ballerina walking closer, beacause just as Taehyung steps closer he looks up. Eyes set in sharp as Taehyung momentarily stills when he meets his eye, Jeongguk's eyes challenging him to dare walk closer

And Taehyung would have stopped, but he couldn't even if he knew he wasn't in anyway welcome nor in anyway should probably even talk to Jeongguk.

He takes a few more steps until he's right in front of Jeongguk. And Jeongguk's gaze got darker, and Taehyung needs air in his lungs to breath.

"H-hi, I just wanted to give you this that can really help you treat your injuries.."

Taehyung tells out lightly, looks slightly down at the seated boxer. They just meet each other's eyes, stay for a moment too long as he tries to gather himself not to look away from Jeongguk's intense look.

And the ballerina lifts up his hand, with a small bag with cotton pads. Almost trembling against the air and suddenly Jeongguk's hand is gripping his wrist, fingers engulfing him and the grip tightens.

Now it's just his hard eyes meeting the ballerinas again.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

It's a question but it doesn't sound like it. It makes Taehyung momentarily take a small step back, wrist still caught in the hard grip.

"I just think boxing will be easier if it doesn't hurt.." Taehyung smiles the lightest, voice sincere and he just watched the way Jeongguk observes him for a minute.

Taehyung glances down to his small bag instead when he feels his cheeks flush the slightest by holding Jeongguk's intense gaze, looks down to Jeongguk's right hand and the blood that had crippled over his inked lines.

His eyes sink the slightest in concern before glancing up again, meeting Jeongguk's eyes that are still so heavily guarded.

"I have so many of these, so it's really okay for you to use them"

Taehyung beams out, about his cotton pads. And a minute pass by and he felt how the hold on his wrist slightly loosens.

Taehyung takes that as for him to continue, and lets his hand slowly take out a cotton pad out. There's still fingers around his wrist, and it makes him hesitate but it's a bit looser than it previously was.

And before he knows it Jeongguk takes the pad from between his fingers, getting up from the ring.

And now he's standing right before him. The moment is tense, breath held between Taehyung's lips as he felt the grip on his wrist once again squeezed harder.

"Didn't pretty boys like you learn to stay away from trouble?"

Taehyung slowly takes a step back momentarily, when he felt his wrist squeezed tighter.

There's an edge to Jeongguk's voice, lowered out as his hard stare never left his stance on the startled blonde.

"Or do I have to teach you?"

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