BOXER'S BALLERINA | KOOKV

Ch 10. Let them

Jimini:
Tae i'm sorry, I took some time. Where are you?

Taehyung:
I'm with Jeongguk, he's taking me home. Are you coming??

Jimini:
That's good
um
I need to stay behind a bit, so you can leave before me. I will talk to you tmrw okay?

"Oh.."

Taehyung eyes shuffle groggily over his phone. Stares to long. Taehyung doesn't understand Jimin sometimes.
The brunette is a boy that's jarring - A presence he's spent the last ten years of glimmered light in his eyes that has long lost its terror of colors in his own. And he brings him through his bondlen body. Because Jimin is someone who laughs with his teeth - a boy who hates his chocolate milk to chocalately - who loves the way leaves turn cranked under his feet during ballet and-

Taehyung gets terrified. In moments like these, he gets terrified that the one he knows the best, isn't there anymore.

That maybe, now - he likes it when there's to much chocolate in his milk.

Taehyung just stares at the screen for a long moment, lips pursed. Gears turning in his head. He only turns away when Jeongguk walks back into the room. "Are you done?" he questions.
And Taehyung looks up at him.

Drowsiness paints his eyes in a light
shade of distortion, and he can't make out any of Jeongguk's emotions in the locker room.

Taehyung only nods, And Jeongguk doesn't say another word after that.

He only stares at him, for a moment to long to the point Taehyung had to retreat his uncanny gaze. "Come on" The boxer tells before he walks past him.

The blonde instantly widens his eyes from his snap to realization that they are leaving now, and hurriedly sprints after the dark haired.

But as soon as they leave the stranded locker room, and out in the main venue again he doesn't have time to react when Jeongguk latches his grip around his wrist when the crowd comes into view again.

Now he's the one being dragged close behind the dark haired.

Taehyung chews into his lips, looks down at Jeongguk's hand that's wrapped around his wrist. Heart beats loudly, cheeks grows warm.

He can't help but think, that right now. He's supposed to be in his room, tuning into the hums of the soft music playing in the background of his moms smell of cooking. Lay in the middle of the floor and stretch his limbs - maybe even prepare himself more for his competition coming up-

But instead he's here.

In a crazed neighborhood, no quiet air and all he can scan through bodies are bruises and strained chatters. Maybe there was someone in an argument in the corner, or an ambulance in the other. And he swears he sees drugs and money smuggled around but even so -

Why does he feel so safe in Jeongguk's grip.

"Don't come here again" Jeongguk draws out as soon as they are outside. And his motorbike comes into view. Wrist still pulled with him.

Taehyung frowns his brows "I wasn't planning to anyway.."

He mumbles when they stop. In front of the engine and the pit of his stomach turn when Jeongguk returns his gaze to him. Stands right before him.

Because the way Jeongguk looks at him always makes him feel like he's done something wrong. That he's done something that makes his every move a bother to the boxer.

Jeongguk hands him a helmet instead for an answer, and he takes it with no hesitation.

But when his hands move to put on his helmet over his head, he stops when he felt Jeongguk hold his wrist between his fingers again.