ME YOU | SAN E FT. BAEK YERIN
"oh boy, im kinda new to this.
how should i say this?
ill just be honest,
baby, i think im in love."

taehyung focus
it's not a surprise to taehyung when he wakes up at 6:34am to find heavy legs and arms curling around his body, completely locking him into place against jungkook's front. it was expected, really: both he and jungkook were pretty much half asleep when they had stumbled around the apartment last night, trying to find the pull out couch in the darkness. and when they finally succeeded in finding the bed/couch, both fell on top of the bouncy wadding and dozed off immediately, without a concern for where the other was.

now, lying entangled with jungkook's 'octopus' like limbs, taehyung should probably freak out, push jungkook away and screech loudly until the whole apartment awakens. but he doesn't do that (thank god). instead, he lies there flush tight against an unsuspecting jungkook, utterly still save for the occasional shudder when he feels the cool zipper of jungkook's leather jacket scrape against his warm hand.

being warm, inhaling jungkook's familiar scent of cologne and sweat, and the feeling of being wrapped between very heavy (but hella nice) arms and being pressed up against someone's (firm) chest is sorta comforting in a way that taehyung likes. it's like jungkook's presence is acting like a firm reminder that taehyung's grounded, that taehyung's here, wedged between the younger's arms.

feeling content and comforted by the boy, taehyung snuggles further beneath the fuzzy blanket he was currently swamped in and closes his bleary eyes shut. with the scent of faded cologne meeting his sense of smell, taehyung drifts away to dreamland once again.

but little does he know that jungkook awakens a couple of seconds later.
the younger stirs upon feeling someone warm inch a little closer to his body, pressing theirselves into his tight hug.
it's a good feeling; holding someone in their sleep — it's like he's protecting them in a way with his assuring arms bound round them.

it's a little thing he's been doing unintentionally since he was a child; he used to do it to his parents and junghoon when he was younger, he used to do it with his little cousins who slept over during celebrations, he used to (awkwardly) do it with a bunch of late night flings, he used to do it with haneul.
he didn't realise he was doing all this until he woke up to haneul one day, complaining loudly that he was suffocating her and being childishly clingy. the next day, jungkook had ordered one of those body pillows online to hug and use for a substitute instead, not wanting to make his (now ex-)girlfriend uncomfortable.

now, with lidded eyes, jungkook blinks at the sight of taehyung sleeping soundly in his arms — he should move away, squeal, do the whole freak-out but right now, he doesn't bother to question it nor move away from the sleeping older. instead, in a half conscious state, a hazed jungkook simply burrows his face closer to taehyung's neck, inhaling his familiar scent (off vanilla with an undertone of something sweet).

+

both finally drag their asses out of the pull out couch and engage in some kind of morning activity once the clock hits 10am.
jungkook who had woken up first, hurriedly disentangles himself from the still sleeping taehyung and bounds into the bathroom on slight freak out mode that taehyung might wake up and somehow know that jungkook had clung to him like a (very warm and nice smelling) teddy bear during the night.

however, taehyung doesn't wake up — he doesn't wake up until ten minutes later when he hears sudden bass heavy music thump out of jungkook's phone — the tune reverberating through the thin walls they were enclosed in. an alarmed taehyung furrows his brows, lifting his head up and gazing around the apartment sleepily, wondering where the horribly upbeat music was coming from.

"what—" sitting up on the couch with his limbs creaking in protest, taehyung wraps his blanket tighter round his body and peers in the direction of where the ear rape was coming from. annoyed that his sleep was disrupted by some deafening tune, taehyung opens his mouth to yell out for someone to pause the music but stops abruptly when his bleary eyes clear and he spots something.

he swallows his complaint when he catches sight of jungkook facing away from him and  tugging his shirt over his head, revealing to taehyung's eyes, his toned back that ripples with jungkook's every movement.

oh my—
suddenly, taehyung doesn't mind the bass booted music anymore.

with taehyung caught off guard and blankly blinking, the younger performs a few wary stretches regarding his arm muscles, moving in time to the loud music. the boy engages in some exercise routine whilst a startled taehyung watches on as discreetly as possible from the couch.

taehyung's supposed to be 'sleeping'  but he can't help but sleepily side eye a shirtless, sweaty jungkook who's currently doing a vigorous set of sit ups on the wooden floorboards. his stomach muscles, decorated with a light sheen of perspiration, convulsing as he strains to push himself upwards, his broad shoulders flexing impressively as he forces his body to sit up. taehyung holds his breath as jungkook's face comes into view; he's sweaty — rivulets of sweat run down his bandaged forehead, soaking the white material clear as he exercises studiously. pink lips part as he pants, his forehead creasing with pure unadulterated concentration, and his dark hair mats against the strip of bandage, sticking close to his head as he continues his relentless bout of sit ups.

taehyung swallows hard before burying his face quickly into his cushion, feeling a tad bit worried that jungkook might catch him staring at one point — this doesn't stop him from continuing to sneak glances at the exercising younger though. he lets his brown eyes stray to jungkook's flexing biceps once again, the sight almost too much for a flustered taehyung who hurriedly pulls his blanket over his head, shy.

jenscksksjdhxhs, taehyung, what're you doing?? ansbsncjsjskalaksk, stop staring, oh my god—. taehyung, embarrassed at how he stares at jungkook so shamelessly, wraps himself further into his blanket burrito and squirms around on the pull out couch, the apples of his cheeks dusting a light shade of pink.

kdhdbycjssj— taehyung's mental garble of words pauses abruptly for a second before being suddenly replaced by taehyung yelping out, "oh fuck!" as he crashes to the ground.
the boy, in an embarrassed haze, had squirmed to the left with a little too much force and had ended up rolling and tumbling right over the edge of the couch, a blanket burrito taehyung hitting the floor hard with a loud cry escaping from his mouth.

as he struggles to get himself out of the tangling mess of a blanket, taehyung notices that the ear pounding music had stopped and light footsteps were coming near, approaching him. he stills when he hears the footsteps come to a stop by his head and holding his breath, he feels jungkook tugging away at the blanket, pulling the covers away so taehyung could freaking breathe again.

when jungkook peels the blanket away from his face, taehyung blinks once, twice, thrice at the figure hovering over his face. jungkook is crouched by his head, face looking upside down to taehyung who stares up at him blankly, slightly startled by the younger's close proximity.

"hi." he randomly breathes out, dazedly looking up into jungkook's mocha coloured irises.
quirking an eyebrow at taehyung, jungkook chuckles, pushing a hand through his damp fringe to reveal part of his forehead, before murmuring a, "hi there."

taehyung giggles at that. like, he full on giggles. it's only a, what? a five second giggle? a five second giggle that horrifies taehyung who hiccups loudly afterwards, widening his eyes at the sound that had just escaped him.

oh my god, what the fuck was that? that was so fucking weird. gjeiiyvbnn, did i hit my head hard when i fell off the couch??

jungkook focus
thatwassocute — wow, jungkook's mind immediately vomits out after hearing taehyung giggle, his box shaped smile on display and eyes crinkled slightly as he looked up at jungkook.

seeming unaffected outwardly but internally questioning his previous thought, jungkook shakes his head at taehyung and stands up, outstretching a hand for taehyung to take. awkward, taehyung takes his hand and lets the boy lift him to his feet, mumbling a thanks along the way.

"who the hell falls off a pull out bed randomly?" jungkook quirks a dark eyebrow.

taehyung frowns, "who the hell blasts out music and works out early in the morning??" he mutters out, struggling to not stare at the younger's torso,

"first of all, it's not early in the morning. and second of all, im bored and losing shape." jungkook replies simply, shrugging before turning away, resuming his exercising by the balcony.

furrowing his brow, taehyung swivels his head round to face jungkook, "you're exercising 'cause you're bored? what type of freak are you?" he murmurs, ignoring the way jungkook raises an eyebrow at taehyung's adventurous use of 'freak'.

"a freak who likes to be healthy and fit." jungkook says, all prideful, before adding in, "unlike some people i know," with a pointed look sent in taehyung's direction.

taehyung who'd resorted to climbing back on to the pull out couch, mumbles out, "why're you looking at me?"

". . ."
jungkook raises his eyebrows meaningfully.

"seriously, why're you looking at me?" taehyung huffs, rubbing his face, "i am actually very healthy and fit, thank you."

"doesn't seem like it," jungkook says as he lowers himself to the floor, splaying his hands out before him in a push up stance, "you can't even walk for more than three minutes without complaining that it's too much exercise for you." jungkook retorts, rolling his eyes.

"yeah. . . but that was all for show. actually, im way stronger than you are, believe it or not. i just act weak. . . so as not to intimidate you. yeah." taehyung coughs as he burrows into a corner of the couch.

taehyung, what the hell are you saying?? jungkook is obviously stronger than you ansbdnsjasjchjs he can pick your ass up and carry you bridal style down a fucking motorway whereas you get freaking tired after walking up five bloody steps.

"intimidate me? kim, you're as intimidating as a baby lion." jungkook rolls his eyes again, clearly disbelieving.

suddenly, i love baby lions. taehyung quashes the thought to the back of his mind and retorts with; "baby lions are still dangerous and strong. they have sharp teeth and claws, you know."

"if that's the case, come here and do some push ups with me." jungkook hums, unconvinced, as he proceed to start a round of push ups.

"uh." oh my god, you idiot, he wants you to exercise with him — how the hell are you gonna pull yourself out of this one?? "no thank you?" he answer sheepishly.

"mm, i thought so." jungkook says, face breaking into a satisfied grin before commencing a strenuous set of push ups not to far away from taehyung, lowering and lifting himself up through the pure strength stored in his arms. taehyung watches on with tired lidded eyes, resting his forearms onthe arm of the couch and then propping his chin up on his arms.

at one point, jungkook groans out for taehyung to grab the packet of salted potato hips sitting lonely at the foot of the couch. "there isn't anything stocked in his house except for fucking herbal teas." he mutters as taehyung reluctantly reaches for the chips, opens it carefully and holds them out for jungkook who continue doing press ups.

jungkook opens his mouth but doesn't bother stopping his bout of push ups. taehyung, rolling his eyes, leans a little further of the couch to place a chip into jungkook's mouth. munching on it, jungkook hums, "there. now you're getting in on the exercise by stretching."

"don't wanna get in on the exercise." taehyung says, voice muffled due to fact that he had buried his face into the cushions. "don't wanna stretch. my arm's going numb from holding out this chip."

"ahh." taehyung sighs at jungkook's indication that he was ready for another chip. he looks up and pushes a chip in jungkook's direction.when jungkook lowers himself back to meet the ground, taehyung murmurs, "one" and offers him the chip which jungkook quickly bites into, scarfing it down as he lifts himself back up. this repeats, continuing with taehyung counting up to a number he quickly forgets, getting rather bored.

"hey, isn't this too easy?" taehyung remarks, taking the half empty packet of chips away from a protesting jungkook.

"d'you want me to do it one handed then?" jungkook asks, demonstrating it very easily by placing an arm behind his back.
the sight's (very) impressive but it still looks easy to taehyung, "no, do something more difficult." taehyung stops, trying to think up a task that'll be difficult for jungkook.

he thinks of something.
"can you do press ups with me on your back?" he asks, curiously. he may be strong but surely he won't be able to lift me, a grown man, whilst doing push ups? "if you win, you get the rest of then chips. if i wonder, i get the chips."

"is that a challenge?" jungkook questions upon noticing the lilt in taehyung's voice. the younger drags his gaze upwards at taehyung, a glint in his eyes and a small smirk playing on his lips.

"y–yeah."

"climb on then, kim." jungkook orders, a corner of mouth tugged upwards as he presses himself flat against the floor, arms bent and ready.

taehyung huffs and climbs off the couch, rounding a ready jungkook before suddenly dropping himself heavily onto jungkook's back. the younger immediately curses out loud at the additional weight pressing into him, but somehow ?? manages ?? to ?? keep ?? himself ?? up???

noticing that jungkook was still in position, taehyung looks down sadly at the remainder of chips. goodbye chips, looks like jungkook's gonna eat you instead.

"jeez, couldn't you have got on slowly?" jungkook grits out, "or given me a warning?" he asks as he take a second to recompose himself. "whatever, starting feeding, kim, cause this is gonna be easy."

taehyung rolls his eyes at the boy's confidence and mumbles, "overconfident muscle piggy," under his breath.

"sorry, what was that?" jungkook grits out, arms wavering.

"nothing!" taehyung says quickly.

and with that last sentence, jungkook slowly, with slightly shaky arms, pushes himself up, before lowering himself down again steadily. it's like that — steady and careful — for a couple more push ups before jungkook starts a snappy, even pace, lifting both himself and taehyung like a motherfucking hulk.
a shook taehyung watches himself bob up and down in the reflection of the balcony door's glass with a miserable look on his face, reaching round jungkook's face to feed him another chip. (he looks miserable but internally, he's having the time of his life cooing over jungkook's strength ajsbdjd).

as jungkook demolishes the last few of the potato snacks and consecutively performs perfect push ups, taehyung's eyes wander towards jungkook's bandaged arm. the sorta grimy bandage that covers the finely detailed tattoo taehyung wants to see so badly.

"when are you gonna take the bandage off?" taehyung voices his thoughts out loud.

"later." the younger mutters out, too focused in the push ups to properly answer.

"when exactly is later?"

"later."

"but when is later?"

"before i shower."

"and when will that be?" taehyung asks, genuinely wanting to know.

"after, i finish exercising."

"but when—"

"kim."

"butwhenwillthatbe??"

"now." and with a grunt, jungkook collapses to the floor, arms giving out and chest hitting the cool floorboards. sitting cross legged on jungkook, taehyung blinks at the back of jungkook's dark hair.

jungkook cranes his head to look over his shoulders, "this is your cue to get off me."

"oh, shit. sorry. here." taehyung slides off, letting jungkook climb to his knees and then feet. he grabs his shirt that hangs off a chair and swings it over his shoulder, letting the cloth sit there as he pats at the sweat layering on his jaw with one end of the t-shirt.

"m'gonna shower first — eat something whilst you wait. afterwards, you can have your turn in the bathroom." jungkook pants as he walks away from taehyung, heading towards the bathroom whilst peeling off the limp bandage wrapped round his forehead.

when the door shuts behind jungkook with a soft click, taehyung looks out of the balcony besides him and finds that yesterday rain clouds had dissipated, now allowing the sun to come and play. taehyung smiles at this and reaches over to unlock the balcony door, opening it to let a breeze of cool air caress taehyung's skin.

"mm. time for breakfast." taehyung hums out after taking a few seconds to enjoy the sunlight radiating against his face.

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jungkook focus
growing more and more irritated with himself, jungkook wrenches the bandage (that he had scrounged from a dingy first aid box he had found in one of the bathroom cupboards) from his forehead, tugging a little roughly because he the fabric manages to scrape against his wound.

"fuck." he gasps out, instinctively reaching up to the cover his wound with a palm. he hisses in pain, eyes scrunching shut as he holds back a yelp.

fucking hell. jungkook curses internally as he pulls his hand away to assess the damage done to his forehead. how the hell did kim manage to bandage this so easily?? he thinks as he regards the crumpled bandage lying on the bathroom counter.

face it, jungkook. you need his help –– you've tried three times and not come close to making a bandage. just get kim to come help you out. and with that last thought in mind, jungkook unlocks the bathroom and swings the door open, barking out taehyung's surname.

taehyung, who was enjoying a cup of peppermint tea whilst animatedly watching something on the telly, looks up quickly at jungkook's voice and frowns. "you should bandage that up." he voice out, pointing at jungkook's forehead.

"i know i should but i fucking can't." jungkook grumbles, sounding exasperated.

". . ."

". . ."

"if you want me to help you out, just ask." taehyung hums, smile forming on his face.

jungkook rolls his eyes, "kim, will you help me out and bandage my forehead? please?"

"sure." taehyung chuckles, placing his cup on the coffee table before getting up and walking towards jungkook who retreats back into the bathroom, defeated.

"where's the gauze?" taehyung mumbles, looking round the bathroom counter for the little wadding of wool. once he finds it, he instructs jungkook to stay still as he works on his head.

a song blares out from the tv, a catchy pop song that taehyung seems to know because he starts to hum along as he lightly tapes a piece of gauze to jungkook's forehead. amused, jungkook watches as taehyung moves away from his face, mouthing the words along to the song as he picks up the roll of bandage jungkook had fiddled with earlier.

he starts the process of wrapping the roll round his forehead and ends it quickly, finishing it with a snip of his scissors and swipe of tape that'll secure the dressing.
"all done!" taehyung says, moving away to allow jungkook to move. content with his dressing, jungkook mutters a thanks and walks out of the bathroom, allowing taehyung to have his turn as promised.

walking through the apartment and heading towards the kitchen space with the idea of constructing a shitty attempt of lunch, jungkook runs a hand through his still damp hair and grimaces at the wetness. where's my towel? jungkook frowns, suddenly remembering that he had left it in the bathroom, draped over the shower door.

he changes his course and wanders back to the bathroom, pushing open the half empty bathroom door to reveal taehyung in the process of brushing his teeth, mouth full of froth as he sloppily sings along to the song still playing on the tv whilst miming the lyrics in the mirror.

surprised, jungkook stands in the doorway, staring at taehyung who waves his toothbrush in the air and continues to sing San E's 'me you' without realising jungkook's presence until a second later when he spits out the froth into the basin and looks up in the mirror to see jungkook's reflection at the door.

now usually, taehyung'd squeal in shock at this intrusion and hide behind the nearest thing (the shower curtain) whilst dying mentally, emotionally and physically all at once. but before he could get a chance to cry out and shroud himself with the shower curtain, jungkook starts to laugh. starts to laugh hard.

his eyes crinkle at the corners as he scrunches them up — his nose following in suit, and his bunny like teeth on full display for taehyung's eyes. trying to control himself, he ducks his head but he can't stop laughing so he lifts his head back up, giving taehyung another round of chest pains.

seeing and hearing jungkook laugh his high pitched childish laughter and clap his hands as he does so, causes a wide grin (the sight comical due to the fact that taehyung still had froth surrounding his mouth) to make its way onto taehyung's face and continue singing along, liking to carry on making the younger laugh.

the chorus to the song pops up again and taehyung takes this as his chance to make jungkook laugh even harder by mouthing the words; "it's you and me, you, me, you, me you." whilst pointing his toothbrush at his chest, to jungkook, to his chest, to jungkook and back again.

he's successful as he hears peaks of laughter drift out of jungkook. he watches as jungkook shakes his head in disbelief before walking out of the bathroom, still laughing hard as he walks through the apartment.

grinning, taehyung wipes away at the froth on his face with a hand towel and notices in the mirror, the pleased pink alighting his cheeks.

+

taehyung focus
"lunch is served." jungkook says as soon as a freshly showered taehyung wanders into the kitchen space. taehyung, wearing comfortable black baggy pants and a too big striped shirt that slips off a tan shoulder despite taehyung constantly adjusting it, looks up at jungkook's voice, finding the younger by the tiny kitchen island.

on the kitchen island, two polystyrene boxes are stacked upon each other, droplets of condensation littering the yellow packaging. taehyung's stomach growls at the sight.

"what're we having?" taehyung asks, grabbing a stool by the kitchen island and seating himself on it.

"bibimbap." jungkook replies simply, handing taehyung packeted chopsticks and his box of bibimbap. "here. you must be hungry after your lil concert in the bathroom," he says, grinning.

"god." taehyung groans, cranking open his takeout and hiding behind it weakly. he comes out of hiding for a second, a frown on his face. "wait, why're we having lunch? usually we leave at breakfast and move until lunch. . .?"

taehyung's right; they almost never have lunch at places — they usually eat breakfast at whatever establishment they slept the night who're  in and then leave shortly afterwards, moving until it's time for lunch. once it's time, they'd pick up takeaway or snacks from the convenience store and then proceed to eat in a quiet spot outside. so it's slightly weird to be staying here in this borrowed apartment for lunchtime.

"there's a car racing event in three days time." jungkook explains as he opens his bibimbap package. "we're staying around here for a bit before a friend comes to pick us up." he says, looking up.

"a race?" taehyung asks, feeling pretty lost, "why're we going to a race?"

"my friend, hoseok hyung, takes part in these races and i always go to cheer him on." jungkook murmurs whilst grabbing ahold of his water bottle.

taehyung furrows his brows as he digs his chopsticks into his sectioned meal, "there's car racing events in gwangju? i thought those big races were only held in capital cities? like seoul. and london and tokyo—"

"we're not going to one of those," jungkook says, downing iced water. he pulls the water bottle away from his face and looks over at taehyung, swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, "we're going to a street one."

"a street race?" taehyung repeats questioningly before randomly remembering the term from a film jae had forced him to watch one time, ages ago (it was fast and furious, of course). ah.

jungkook goes on to explain street races, "it's where people illegally race their cars down streets—"

"oh, then name's pretty self explanatory." taehyung comments, pinching his fried egg with his chopsticks.

"—for fun or for quick money through people betting on them. anyone can join in so long as their vehicles are checked out and they've had practice before. amateurs are strictly not allowed to race though –– three years ago, some underage kid decided he wanted to look cool for his friends and took part in the race." jungkook explains, "he ended up losing his left arm and his girlfriend, who rode shotgun." jungkook bluntly states, "whatta idiot."

"that's so sad." taehyung mumbles, brows furrowing, deep in thought as he chews on a mix of fried egg and white rice.

jungkook simply shrugs, "at least the races are safer now."

"are they really though?" taehyung asks, chewing his lower lip in what looks like uncertainty.

"despite the name, kim, these races don't take place on the streets anymore: s'too dangerous for pedestrians and the racers so people mainly race in abandoned quarries or roads outside of the city. it safer for the pedestrians and minimises the risk of getting caught by the police," jungkook informs, picking up a seasoned baby carrot, "although that's where half the adrenaline and thrill comes from."

taehyung looks up. "and you're going to take me to one? a street race?"

"yeah, we're gonna go watch the race — it's gonna be great, don't look so worried. oh, and," jungkook stirs the box's delicious contents around, "it's not a five minute thing that you see on tv — this event drags on for three days every year."

taehyung's mouth gapes open, "so we're just gonna watch races for next three days??"

"nah," jungkook's lips quirk up into a smile, "that'd be boring. this event is a way more interesting and completely different to legal auto racing." jungkook says as he shovels rice into his mouth. it takes a few seconds for him to chew and digest.

jungkook continues shortly afterwards, "usually street races happen whenever but a bunch of people secretly organise this event every year in the summer — it's a three day event that everyone loves; shit tons of people come down to take part or bet on the racers that appear. some of the best racers participate and this hypes the fuck outta people. racers like d.0, momo, s.coups—" jungkook goes off listing names that sound foreign to a lost taehyung who blinks, stumbling over the information jungkook feeds him.
"—and my personal favourite, J. or rather hoseok hyung." jungkook ends the list with a proud smile at the name of his hyung.

"J?" taehyung questions. it was the only name he remembered easily.

"yeah, he takes part every year and almost always wins the races. i go down to the venue whenever there's a race to cheer him on with a couple of other friends — it's fun. and," jungkook picks up yet another veggie, "i want you to experience it; it might not be something on your bucket list, but it should be. street races are always great and i know that you're gonna enjoy it 100%."

"but. if we don't watch races for three days in a row. . . what do we do?"

jungkook grins as he explains, "first day is 'hyping up' — during the day, the racers show what they can do and get hyped up about by their links and people start thinking about who they wanna bet on. it's also a chance to check out competition. and during the first night, entertainment like underground rappers and dancers pop up and partying shit takes place. it's insane." jungkook comments.

"second day is literally a day to recover after the first day's partying and drinking. that's pretty much it. then it's third day. third day is race day. it happens in the afternoon or evening: people race in huge numbers and people place incredibly high bets against people. it's exciting to watch who rounds the last corner and wins — that's the thrill betters have." jungkook grabs a his fried egg and wolfs it down, hungry. "the after party's the best bit. whoever wins gets this big ass party dedicated to them. my friend, J, won twice and the after parties were fucking awesome."

"huh. sounds. . . interesting." taehyung says rather blandly. after his first drinking session  with jimin and the painful aftereffects, taehyung isn't exactly the most excited between the two to drink. neither is he so fond of the idea of partying, illegal racing, betting and crowds for three whole days.

jungkook seems to recognises the expression on taehyung's face as one of hesitation and hurriedly scarfs down some rice before speaking, "oh, and i forget to tell you — jiminie hyung's gonna be there."

jungkook hides a self-satisfied smile when taehyung looks up sharply, eyes wide, "really?!" he says, all traces of hesitation disappearing.

"yeah. he's excited to see you. you'll see him tomorrow." jungkook says to the older who's suddenly smiling again, brightening up. jungkook, glad the older wasn't looking so apprehensive anymore, orders; "alright, enough talking. it's time to eat." and taehyung who was opening his mouth, ready to ask multiple questions concerning both the race and jimin, relcuctanly closes his mouth.

but taehyung, happy that he'd get to see his best friend (of about one day, but still) again, hums in acknowledgment and sets to properly chew his seasoned vegetables.

maybe this race thing is gonna be fun. it might not be so bad — ill have jiminie hyung and jungkook with me so it could be okay?