Y/N's P.O.V

You nibble on your lower lip as your eyes scan the items placed on shelves in different aisles.

Jimin stayed true to his word and made sure everyone from his team came to pick out new equipment for themselves. Taehyung was bored and decided to tag along with you, but you often had to drag him away from certain things and ignore his puppy looks.

You found multiple things you liked, but when you flipped over the price tag, your hopes sank into the dust.
But that wasn't the only thing disappointing you.

Glancing down the aisle for the millionth time, your eyes linger on the pair laughing and looking at items.
Jimin's silky laugh combined with the girl's sickly sweet one made you nauseous and you tried not to focus on them.

You recognized her as Bora, the one you saw at Jimin's house. Jimin was so engrossed in finding stuff for her that he hadn't even noticed you were in the same aisle till now. Unlike Jimin, Bora's sharp gaze was constantly on you.

Heck, why should I be upset if Jimin has another girl walking around with him?  It's his life, he can do whatever he wants with it..

Nevertheless, that endless gnawing in your chest continuously pulled your gaze to them like a magnet. It burned like a fire that couldn't be quenched unless the two of them were seperated.

Taehyung definitely noticed your inquisitive glances and figured out what was happening. He sighs and puts a hand around your shoulder.
"Just ignore them, Y/N."
You didn't know what to say and just threw him a nod. Being in his embrace always brightened your day, and you couldn't ask for anything more.

This time, you were close enough to them to be able to hear their conversations, and you weren't the only one that noticed it. Bora glanced at you with a small smile before placing a hand on Jimin's shoulder with a giggle, slowly massaging it.

"Jiminie! I want this!"
She says, pointing at a packet of powdered strawberry glucose. He shakes his head.
"We're only here for equipment."
"Please!" She whines with a pout and stomps her feet.

"Jesus, how the fuck is she a boxer?" Taehyung mumbles, just loud enough for you to hear and you giggle. Bora glares at you, hearing your laughs.

You were right behind them this time and Jimin still hadn't noticed you because his back was to you. You slump your shoulders in defeat and turn to the shelf, diligently picking up a pair of black boxing gloves with gold linings in the shape of a snake's head and the words "Venum" in different places.

"That looks really good! Does it fit?"

Taehyung chimes with a large smile on his face. The whining in the background no longer catches your attention as you slide your large hands into the gloves.

Soft yet durable, not bad. Now pray that the makers of this damn thing aren't money-eating hooligans.

You hear Jimin giving into Bora as she snatches the bag in delight, glancing at you to see if you're still looking at them. You couldn't give two flying fucks about her anymore, so you turn over the price tag of the pair of gloves and bounce in delight when you notice it's in your budget.

What you don't see, is Bora digging her long nails into the packet creating multiple holes in it. Your lack of attention was getting to her, and she wasn't going to tolerate it. You smile, eyes travelling your new pair of gloves as you giggle to yourself, thinking about how Jungkook would react to the new pair.

Taehyung's hand gravitates towards a red pair of boxing gloves with a sparkling twinkle in his eye. You know what was coming next and before he could reach it, you smack his hand away and the twinkling in his eyes disappears as he glares at you with a pout.

"I have a limited budget, and I can't overspend Taetae!"
You strictly tell him as he sighs, eyes longing for the pair like a child being deprived of a chocolate bar that lay on a counter.

"Alright, once I save up enough money, I'll buy you one."
You say with a sigh as he looks at you with a soft gaze before he replies.
"It's alright, you already have enough bills to pay. I can go without a pair of gloves."
He chimes, placing a tiny kiss on your forehead. Your chest erupts with a bubbly feeling as you wiggle your toes in your sneakers.

You were about to give in to his requests before a noise interrupts you. You turn around with furrowed eyebrows when you hear Bora squeal and stumble, jerking the bag towards you, thereby dumping it's powdered contents all over you. You squeeze your eyes shut as the pink powder falls into your hair and clothes, covering your face as well.

Jimin gasps, scurrying to help Bora up when he notices you.
"Y/N?"
He couldn't make out if it was you under the mess of powder covering your face and you clench your fist, dusting everything off you.
"It is you! Shit, are you alright?"
He asks, approaching you.

Before he could lay a hand on you, Taehyung steps in between and dusts the bits of powder out of your hair before turning to Jimin with a glare.
"She's fine. Now scurry along with Minnie Mouse back to your clubhouse."
Jimin's gaze darkens as he looks up at Taehyung, grinding his teeth.
"I'm not talking to you."
He lets out in a threatening growl.

Behind Jimin was Bora with a smirk plastered on her face.
"It's alright Jiminie. Y/N's just too careless to be getting in my way."
All you saw was red. You knew that Bora had deliberately done this out of spite and you pushed past Taehyung and Jimin, taking long strides towards the girl.

Her eyes widen and she backs up a little as she squeaks.
"Y/N, what are you-"
Grabbing her collar, you slam her against the wall, holding her up against it.

"You little twit. You think I didn't notice that?"
You growl, face inches away from hers.
"Get the fuck off me!"
She yells, and Jimin brings a hand between the two of you.
"Girls, not here."
He says through gritted teeth as a few staff begin making their way towards you four.

Nevertheless, you shove Bora and yell.
"I'm not one of your fucking minions to push around, get that straight!"
"It was an accident!"
She yells back, shoving you back as you stumble backwards.
Two staff members approach.
"Take this outside. We don't need it in here."
The two men say, pulling the two of you by your hands and leading you outside.

You realize your pair of gloves inside and you groan. Once the two of you were outside the shop, Bora turns to you.
"Why are you such a bitch?!"
She yells loudly, gaining the attention of a few passerby's. You grind your teeth and keep your eyes shut to try and prevent hot crimson from invading your vision.

Nevertheless, she continues.
"No wonder you're such a loser in life."
Snapping your eyes open, the burning red flashes in your sight and you begin to run towards her, anger surging through you.

She screams, covering her head with her hands and you lift your fist up, ready to land blow after blow on her but a strong pair of arms wraps around your waist, jerking you backwards.
"Y/N! Calm down!"
You hear Taehyung's distant voice yell, like you were submerged underwater. Jerking and kicking your legs in the air, you feel your fist collide with a hard object and you yell, trying to break free from his strong grip but it was of no use.

Your eyes snap towards Bora to see Jimin trying to calm her down and your heavy breaths begin to slow down. The blaring red in your vision begins to fade away and your senses return to normal. You look around, and your eyes fall on the pair of arms still clinging onto your waist.

The feeling that took over you was a surge of extreme anger. It was extremely rare for you to burst open like that, and only a serious event would initiate it. This however wasn't in the least a serious event, but a pricking emotion that ignited it; Jealousy. Sour, green jealousy.

Finally, Taehyung unhooks himself from you and you turn around to see him panting, chest heaving and a large red mark on his cheek.
"I-I'm so sorry!"
You exclaim as you bring your hand to his cheek, examining the mark. He brings his hand upto your wrist slowly, wrapping his long fingers around it and pulling it down.

"Goddamn, you're feisty."
He says, but his joke doesn't get past your hard exterior.
"Does it hurt?"
You ask, completely forgetting about the people that caused your spark of anger.
"It's hot.."

He mumbles and guilt rises up your chest like bile. Disregarding the people that caused this problem, you grab Taehyung's hand and start walking fast.

"What are you doing?"

T

aehyung whines and you poke your inner cheek with your tongue.
"I have a first aid kit at home. I use it for bruises when I get back from a match."

You say, looking ahead as you continue to pull him down the street.
He goes silent as his eyes fall on your connected hands, gulping when he feels a fluttery feeling in his body and he looks back up at your serious form.

Reaching your apartment, you hiss out in anger as you slam the front door open, still not completely recovered from Bora's audacity. Taehyung's eyes follow you in silence as you rummage around your drawers in the kitchen, finally pulling out a large white box with red cross on it.

"Sit down."
You mutter, pointing at the couch and Taehyung sits down slowly. Lowering yourself beside him, you place your hand under his chin, tilting his head.
He winces and you pull your hand back.
"It stings when I move my head."
He confesses and you sigh. He stares at you for a moment and taps his thighs.

Understanding his signal, you slowly move onto his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist. Now, you had an easier angle to apply the medicine without having to move his head much.

You press the bag of ice on the now swollen red patch and he winces, closing his eyes a little.
"I'm sorry."
You say again and he opens his eyes a little, watching your worried, guilty and focused face.
"It's really red."
"Not as red as your face was."
He replies, his deep voice reverberating in the silent room.
You chuckle a little, earning a small smile from him.

You had dabbed some ointment on it now, and he remained silent all the while. His chest rises and falls beneath your hands and his steady breaths are the only things that leave his mouth.

His eyes stay fixed on you, and you feel like there's a million stars being sent your way with his bright eyes.
Your eyes catch his gaze and your heart skips a beat.
"W-what?"
You ask, voice breathy. He doesn't reply, and just stares into your eyes.

You move back, getting off his lap but his hand snaps up to your waist, keeping you firm on him. His trance-like gaze stays fixed on your features. You furrow your eyebrows, looking at him.
"Tae, what are you-"
At that moment, the doorbell rings and the two of you startle.

The echoing ringing of the bell seemed to have snapped Taehyung out of his trance as he holds the bag against his face, eyes darting around the room as  he moves uncomfortably beneath you.
You pull yourself away from him immediately and scurry to the door, looking through the peephole.

"What the hell?"
You mutter when you see no-one there. Glancing back at Taehyung who was now staring into space with the bag pressed against his cheek, you open the door.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to a box on the floor. You scan the area, finding no sign of anyone lingering around. You hesitantly bend down, picking up the box and slamming the door shut with your foot.

Dropping it onto the table, you look back at Taehyung. His eyes were focused behind you and you snap your fingers. His eyes snap towards you, sitting up straight.

"Are you alright? You've been acting weird." You ask, concerned if your infliction might've caused a different behaviour towards you. He nods, standing up immediately.
"I'll get going now.. thank you for the punch!"
He chimes and you crack a smile, happy to see his usual self back.

"Be safe!"
You say as he waves, walking out the door. You sigh as you're once again welcomed by the deafening silence of your empty apartment. A tingling sensation lingered on your waist, the same place where his hand once was keeping you firmly placed on him.

I wonder what that was about..

You shudder, eyes darting to the box on the dining table. You sit down on the chair, grabbing it and placing it on your lap. It was only then that you noticed a piece of paper untidily taped onto the side that had three initials scribbled on it.

P.J.M

P.J.M?...

Your mind wanders all the people you know that may have these initials until one lights up the bulb in your mind.

Park Jimin..

Without hesitation, you tear open the tape in curiosity. You gasp as you reach into the box and pick up the pair of boxing gloves you were looking at in the store.

How did he know?

You find another note attached to the gloves.

"No, you don't have to pay me back. I hope you accept this as an apology on behalf of Bora."

You feel your blood boil at the mention of her name but you contain yourself. Focusing on the gloves, you hug it close to your chest. You weren't sure if you could afford another pair and you skip to the bedroom, placing it on your dresser.

You pick up your worn out gloves and kiss it before placing it in your cupboard.

Your time has come to an end, old gurl..

Most people would laugh at the way you treat your gloves, but they were a large part of your personal life. Your mind skips back to the time when you saw the same pair of gloves dangling from a bench in the park. You were just 11 years old and since nobody had claimed it, you took it for yourself.

Initially, it was too big to fit your small hands but as you grew, that pair of gloves grew into your hands and life, guiding you to what you had become.

Throwing yourself onto your bed, you stare at the shining gloves.

Jimin.. you didn't have to do that.

I already owe you..

You feel your heart race inside your chest as your cheeks burn in a deep blush.

Since when did I become a high schooler?

These emotions were ones that would flutter in you during your unstable teenage years whenever you saw a handsome guy, but you discarded that part of you long ago.

Now, you were fighting a battle with these awakened feelings of old.