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Chapter 36

What Taehyung didn't expect was to be woken up with water being sprayed on his face, then forced to run around this gigantic house six times while the rain was pouring down, then to be tied at the wrists and hung from the ceiling while buckets of freezing cold water were thrown on him, only to be tossed around and pinned onto the training mat.

All of this was done by the one and only, Jeon Jungkook, and Taehyung wanted to murder his ass.

The ravenette grunted as Jungkook twisted his arm and pinned it behind his back, before kneeing him in the back of his knee making him fall onto the training, only to be pinned down.

Again.

They wee the only ones in the training room, as Jungkook let his sister and brother leave early.

"Fucking shit!"  He let out, his breath heavy as he pressed his bruised cheek into the mat. "Are we done here?" he asked, and Jungkook removed his hand from his hip and checked his watch before freeing the male under him and standing up.

"Yes."

Taehyung grunted and turned onto his back, rubbing his bruised wrists before touching his cheek. The marks on his wrists were from when he was hung from the ceiling and the one on his cheek was from this morning.

When he fell off his bed and hit his face on only god knows what.

Taking in deep breaths, he turned his head to the right and watched as Jungkook leaned himself against a metal table, his eyes on him.

"I didn't know that training would be this...intense."

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest, "do you not know what type of business your father is involved in?" He asked sternly, his jaw clenching and bicep flexing as he pressed his hands against the table.

"My father deals fucking drugs, he doesn't kill people so I don't understand why I need to be tossed around like a sack of potatoes."

Jungkook scoffed and shook his head, "fucking naïve." He muttered and Taehyung sat up.

"Excuse me? Did you just call me naïve?"

"I did." Jungkook made his way over to the bench in the far corner of the room, sitting down and eyeing Taehyung darkly.

"I am not naïve." He huffed, standing up and fixing his sports bra as his breast began to spill out.

"You are." He simply said, placing Taehyung's bottle of water to his mouth and drinking from it.

"Is that my water?"

"It is." Taehyung rolled his eyes and walked over to the man, taking the bottle from him, along with the cap, covering it and placing it behind his back.

"Your short ass replies are really starting to piss me off you know."

It's true, Jungkook had been giving Taehyung two to three word replies all day, or sometimes, no reply at all, and it was annoying as hell.

Jungkook grinned and stood up, looking down on Taehyung before muttering, "I know." And walking away.

The younger groaned in annoyance and ran his fingers through his damp raven-hair, turning around and yelling for his trainer.

"Jungkook!"

The man not too far away from him halted, "yes.." He answered, turning around while raising one eyebrow.

Taehyung clenched his fists and took a few deep breaths, his eyes scanning the man's well-built frame before landing on his own, "are we..." he stopped and cleared his throat. Digging his nails into the palms of his hands as he bit his tongue.