"You what?!"

Jimin yells like a dying animal through the phone. Taehyung waits for him to finish his outrage as he tumbles over into the floor, cellphone grasped  between his fingers but his best friend doesn't stop. instead it sounds like he's strangling himself by pulling a pillow over his head.

Taehyung had just told him about who had driven him home today. "What is so surprising about that.."

Taehyung mumbles over the phone, Jimin pulls the pillow over his head further and widens his eyes. Taehyung prepares himself for the coming outrage.

"It's Jeon Jeongguk we're talking about here! didn't you listen to anything I told you the other day?"

Taehyung's expressions is closed off for a moment, lips pursed, tracing a small pattern with his index on his sunken carpet.

"I just don't think he's that bad Jiminie.."

"That bad?"

Jimin just sighs anguish, and there's a slight suggestive lilt in his voice. It goes quiet for a minute.

Taehyung likes it. Likes when he knows there's no words further to explain himself.

Taehyung gets up from the floor and lays down on his bed. He tucks the end of his chin on the comfort of the pillow, letting the soft material brush against his buried head.

"Hey Jiminie?.." The blonde breathes while staring at the ceiling. He's quiet for a few second before continuing, manages to talk but it all sounds wrong in his mouth as if he doesn't deserve to even say what he wants to next.

Jimin hums through the phone. But it goes quiet after that, his words doesn't seem to be bold. They sound tighter this time, less like a joke and more like something that straddles him.

Because he doesn't know why. He smiles bitterly instead. Tries to let out a laugh but it sounds like a painful wheeze instead.

He turns his body, until the pillow is grasped between his chest, still holding onto the cellphone and closes his eyes.

"It's nothing"

He doesn't know why he's heart have been hammering in his chest ever since he had arrived home. He swallows. Wonders if Jimin can hear it through the phone. Thankful that his flushed cheeks were an expectation to be seen as he grasped the pillow further against his morrow chest.

It's a venomous moment and he's so near to telling Jimin everything.

How when he's around Jeongguk he can't think of any of the consequences. Or the chilling rumors. That everytime he walks into the same room he feels like there's nothing there. Nothing besides them.

It is them, it is just them. But it may sound ridiculous but it's the kind of just them that he forgets all of it. It's like quiet growing between walls and it's festered for too long.

It's silly because Taehyung knows it's a  infatuation because it's Jeongguk. And he doesn't get it yet why he can't help but blush whenever he lightly had held into his jacket just hours before.

At this, something inside of him trembles. He hasn't felt like it in a long while-even if it's temporary it terrifies him. In some aspects he really tries to remember to not get too close. Doesn't want to feel like he will get hurt just by a single step towards him.

And as hard his heart will keep beating now, even the truth of everything Jimin has told will start to taste bitter when you drown in it.

"You know, I can really hear your heart beating. Did you lay the phone on your chest or what?"

"I'm not!" Taehyung exclaims, covers his burning face with his pillow. Listens to Jimin sighing over the phone before a lightbulb seemed to corrupt his brain.

"That's it! I know the perfect way to get you to realize what kind of person Jeongguk is"

"Kind of person?"

Jimin grins behind the phone, sits up and a smug line hits his lips. "You're coming with me tomorrow. We're going to watch his match"

Jimin sounds evil. Taehyung gets confused and feared. Because when Jimin's sighs turns into mischievous cackles it instantly means bad ideas.

"He has a match tomorrow?" Taehyung asks, curiosity getting the best of him.

"You bet he does. Everyone knows that, a lot of people will go to that place" Jimin kept dragging his words like he's hiding the background of them.

And Taehyung purses his lips further, smiles the lightest. Thinks that, this must be why Jeongguk was so dedicated in arriving to the trainings lately.

He wonders if he was mad that he interrupted his training today when he drove him home just a day before his match.

He had never seen a match of Jeongguk's, neither ever really seen any real boxing matches before. He wasn't fond of it, not when the tv gets played on and a channel pops up with fights. It's not soft music and not soft moves, it's known that under their skin there are old bruises, not like the one's that are reminders of his every ballet move. Or the time he fell off his bike and cried all the way home on his bruised legs.

Boxing had bruises like anger and hatred from their own flesh and blood.

"Come on tae, it will be fun"

Taehyung would like to understand Jeongguk's dedication one day.

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