Jung-kook jumped up and down in an attempt to calm his nerves. His makeup artist did a splendid job of extending his anxiety by making him almost late for their performance at the 2017 MMAs. Bambam and the crew were ready, and he wasn't.

With only a minute to spare, Jung-kook rushed out and nearly smacked Taehyung from behind.

"Slow down, bud."

"I'm not your bud," Jung-kook spat as soon as he realized who spoke.

Taehyung eyed him suspiciously. "Come on, dude. You're the one who bumped into me. Shouldn't you be apologizing?"

"I have no time for this," Jung-kook remarked as he hurried towards his teammates.

"Hang on there," Taehyung said as he reached for a muscled limb.

Jung-kook glanced at his arm and back at Taehyung. "You do realize, you're not the only one performing. I've got to go."

As if on cue, music started blaring in the Gocheok Sky Dome, and the emcee announced his group name. Dislodging his arm from Taehyung's grip, Jung-kook ran towards the stage, not noticing that the man who just held his biceps had a smirk on his face.

My, my, what a feisty one, Taehyung thought as he saw a pair of lean legs sprinting away. He couldn't understand why the guy loathed his presence when he's the most charming among his group members. Was it really all because of Seokjin stealing IU or something else? What does that even have anything to do with him?

His hand moved towards his bum as he rubbed on the spot where he'd been struck. The popstar deliberately stood beside the door hoping to match the voice to a body, the voice of that man who shot down those bitches talking smack about him.

So, Taehyung was surprised then to learn it was Jung-kook, the last person he imagined to be vindicating his honour.

Was Jung-kook playing hard to get? Or was he playing at all? All valid questions without logical answers, but Taehyung would change that. He's going to find out.