PLAY ON- Taekook

14

"Jackson. I think I have feelings for Taehyung." I admitted, taking a deep breath.

"Wait-" Jackson's face went green, and before I knew it, he was throwing up on my new Balenciaga shoes. In the middle of an elevator.

"Oh for fucks sake."

- - -

It was officially monday, and I had practice with Taehyung. I wasn't able to get a wink of sleep last night, mostly because I was busy taking care of the severely hungover Jackson Wang, but also because I was confused. Did I really have feelings for Taehyung? This whole time I was sure I only wanted him in a sexual manner, nothing more and nothing less. But after that night I had spent with him, i've been thinking differently. I wasn't acting like myself, I shared a bed with the boy and didn't think about fucking him once. I was just enjoying his company. That's extremely unlike me.

After admitting it to Jackson, who i'm sure doesn't even remember anything, it started making more sense. What about Jennie though? What was I meant to do about her? Deciding to just push the thoughts to the back of my head, I rolled out of bed. Practice with Taehyung wasn't until five, so i'd just go to the gym and clear my mind. Walking out of my room, I made sure to check on Jaehyun and Jackson who were both passed out in their rooms. They were thankfully not vomiting anymore so I took that as a cue to leave.

The gym was surprisingly crowded for a Monday afternoon, I filled up my water bottle and made my way to the weights. Once again I found my mind wandering to Taehyung, and how I was excited to see him today. What has gotten into me? I shook off the thought for the fifth time today and carried on with my workout.

- - -

"Hey Taehyung" I dropped my bag on the bench next to his, greeting him with a smile before turning around and facing my locker, about to get changed.

"Hey Jung-" His words were caught in his throat, I noticed his gaze on my bare torso. Taehyung's eyes were slightly wide, his cheeks a light shade of pink. It's as if he forgot we were in a changing room, where we were supposed to be changing. I snickered "Jung. Don't think that's a nickname anyone's ever given me before"

"Jung's pretty catchy, you've gotta admit" He tried to play it off, the pink tint remaining on his cheeks.

"Mhm" I shook my head, turning back around to continue getting dressed, Taehyung's eyes aggressively avoiding me for the rest of the time in the changing room. We walked out to the field, Taehyung picking up a ball from inside and running to the center.

"Jeon."

"What happened to Jung?" I smirked

"Shut up. I've been practicing on my own, I think i've gotten pretty good" he placed the ball down excitedly. "Go stand at the net, try and block me". I walked over to the net, both amused and excited to see how he does. I counted him down, "one..two..three" he kicked the ball almost perfectly, but I still blocked it.

"How?! You're like a robot, this isn't fair" I picked up the ball and walked over to him, ruffling his hair.

"You did great, lots of improvement since last time" He sighed, taking the ball from me.

"Cheer up. Your positioning and strength were on point, you just need some work on your reaction time." I placed the ball in front of him. "One more point" I took his arm, putting it at a certain angle".Don't let your arms move aimlessly when kicking, this position will help your aim". He didn't say anything, watching my hand on his arm. Realizing I had forgotten to let go, I cleared my throat and walked back to the net. Taehyung followed my instructions and kicked the ball at the end of the countdown. He did much better this time, but I was still able to block it. "Damn it." He groaned, sitting on the ground.