"Ground your feet!"

The blond jerks his head, signalling that he had heard what the other had shouted out to him as he springs away from the punching bag after throwing his own share of blows.

"Quick! C'mon, you don't have that much time in a real fight to catch your breath!"

Taehyung furrows his eyebrows in mild irritation, swallowing back comeback he was yearning to snap out. Jeongguk had dragged him back down to the gym, declaring that the younger needed to learn further self-defence, growing increasingly worried as the next weeks crawls closer.

The younger however understand why his partner was so anxious, Jimin reluctantly filling him out on the events that would most likely follow out soon after the blond had practically fallen to his knees and pleaded to question what had occurred in the meeting Jeongguk had been so adamant about him not attending.

He's snapped from his thoughts however as a mob of sooted hair appears before him, the harsh sound of hands clapping loudly together bringing him back to earth, greeting by the annoyed expression upon Jeongguk's features.

"What's up with you today, Taehyung?"he snaps.

The younger tries not to dwell to much on the absence of his intimate nickname.

"You're being really slack out there."he continues, words gruelling and sharp, "It was terrible in all honesty. Absolute shit."

That does it, the blond snaps, tears brimming at his eyes as he flings the boxing gloves to the floor, upturned wrists rubbing harshly at his eyes as he swallows back a choked sob.

Before can Jeongguk can come to his senses and realise the deep mistake he had made, the younger has dashed out of the room.

The raven haired male scowls, running a tired hand through his sooted locks, breathing harshly through his nose.

"Fuck."

&&&

"Shh. It's okay."

The blond shakes his head, a soft hiccup falling from his lips as he pushes his thin frame closer to the other's body.

He breathes out shakily, Jimin running his fingers through his dirty, blond hair gently as he whispers sweet nothings.

"H-He hates me n-now."Taehyung cries, vision obscured by the onslaught of a fresh batch of tears.

Jimin frowns as he observes his friends dishevelled state, the blond curled into a quivering ball as he bawls, eyes swollen and blotchy, occasionally releasing a high pitched hiccup.

"He doesn't hate you Tae."the silver haired boy says tenderly, fingers reaching down to latch onto the underside of the blond's chin and tilt his head up to meet his soft gaze.

"A-Am I slack Jimine? Am I t-terrible at everything I d-do?"

Jimin feels his heartbreak at the pleading look in his friend's gaze, as if begging for him to remind him that he really doesn't fail terribly at boxing, the opposite to what he believed he was.

Soft palms move to hold the blond's face gingerly in his hold, a tender expression on his face as he smooths down the ruffles in the other's hair.

"Look at me."Jimin says firmly, "You're not terrible. You're still learning. Jeongguk is a bad man for saying that, alright?

The fragile boy sniffles, small hands balled cutely at his sides as he looks up eagerly at the silver haired male, eyes wide with childish innocence.

"R-Really?"he murmurs timidly, "You don't think I'm poopy?"

Jimin coos at the younger's behaviour, fingers caressing the other's cheek tenderly, "Of course not Tae."

Taehyung seems doubtful, wide, brown eyes wary as he watches the elder shyly, fingers curling around Jimin's thigh as leverage to lift his small body from the comfort of the padded mattress.

"Pinky promise?"he pouts, pinky crooked as he watches the silver haired male under his dark lashes.

A light laugh flickers over the room, crescent eyes twinkling with fondness as he twists his own finger around the others, eliciting a delighted smile from the blond.

"If it makes you feel any better, I could help you train."he offers, grinning sheepishly, palm wrapped around his name, "I'm not as good as Jeongguk himself, but I know a thing or two."

Pink dusts his cheeks, eyes flickering to the floor as the familiar sensation of humiliation pricks at his skin.

"I mean, I get it if you don't want to. It's totally oka-"

He is cut off by a pair of thin arms flung around his neck, smiling lips pressed against the thin fabric of his shirt as the tanned male squeals his consent.

"Yes! Yes hyung!"he giggles, eyes sparkling with genuine appreciation, "Thank you so much!"

Jimin chuckles, fingers twisted around the other's as he pries the excited boy off him, watching fondly as he hurriedly sprints to the door, gesturing for him to hurry up and follow.

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"Taehyung!"

The silver haired male watches warily as his tanned friend stalks ahead, head held high in resolute defiance.

Jeongguk glowers, his shouts to attract the blond's attention brushed obtrusively to the curb, dark eyes clouding over with restricted fury.

"Fuck."the short male curses, watching on helplessly as his leader scowls, features prominent with anger as he enlarges his strides.

Calloused palms grip the bony shoulders of the blond male, twisting him around. A split second is given for the younger to appreciate the attractive features of the other before he's flung over his shoulder, stomach heaving over a rough shoulder.

Taehyung groans, eyes squeezing shut in discomfort as he kicks his legs wildly behind him in hope of aggravating the other, little fists hitting a toned back.

"Let me go!"he whines, thrashing furiously in his hold, blond hair cascading over his forehead in the process.

His vision is blur of gold strands, quiet whimpers falling from his lips at rough dig of the sooted hair male's shoulder to his stomach.

"It'll hurt less if you stop resisting, angel."Jeongguk pipes up, an amused smirk curling at his lips.

The blond knows fully well that the elder is right and the sharp pain in his belly could disperse slightly if he obeyed. But at the moment, Taehyung was rather vexed and listening to the one who had irked him in the first place was a big no-no in his book.

So instead, he squirms even more, ankles jolting blindly as he throws light punches to the raven haired male's back. Taehyung couldn't bare hurting the other, even if he was currently ill-tempered.

An infuriated huff falls from his pouted, pink lumps at the lack of response he gains from the other, his slim body still slung uncomfortably over Jeongguk's sturdy frame as he carries him away.

The younger is given a fleeting second to wave feebly at the increasingly fast disappearing silver haired mob in the distance, lips jutted out into a deeper pout.

"I said, stay still."he growls, a hand coming into contact with the back of the blond's jeans, a sharp slap emitted from the action.

The unforeseen act surprised the fragile blond, an astounded gasp falling from his cherry lips, a candy blush staining the gold of his cheeks.

"Jeongguk!"he breathes out shrilly, body falling limp in his hold.

Jeongguk grins, rather proud of himself after succeeding in making the other flustered, "Yes, angel?"

The flush in his skin deepens, from his ears to his cheek, a pretty pink paints the caramel.

"C-Can you put me down?"he squeaks, cheeks burning.

The raven haired male swipes his tongue over the pillowy skin of his lips in mock thought, smirking as he lets his fingers flicker teasingly over the back of the blond's knees, "Nah, I'm good."

Taehyung shudders, always rather tickling behind his knees, legs jerking from the other's touch. His attempts are futile as strong, pale fingers curl around the thin fabric of his jeans, tugging him close.

Though, the younger would never admit it he was really quite infatuated with how the other would bend him to his well. The ease of throwing his thin frame over his shoulder, had always aroused the blond, Taehyung unknowingly a fan of being manhandled.

Coffee pigmented orbs widen in disbelief as he tilts his head crookedly to the side, blotchily making out the upside down view of where he was being taken to.

An inaudible gasp of shock falls from his lips, for Jeongguk was taking him to his bedroom.