"I promised you, didn't I? That I would make your victory feel miserable."
Life sucks when you've got a lot of demons in your head to deal with. Add fucked law system and constant crimes all over the world to the list. And there's nothing you can do...
Sweat beaded on Jimin's forehead as he parried Jungkook's kicks, his movements sharp and precise. They were locked in a friendly sparring match, the rhythmic thwack of their kicks and punches echoing through the training room. But despite the intensity of the fight, Jimin couldn't help but steal glances across the room.
There, bathed in the harsh gym lighting, stood Taehyung. Unlike them, clad in their usual sparring gear, Taehyung was a vision in a simple white tank top and black sweatpants, his muscles flexing with every powerful punch he landed on the heavy bag. His focus was laser-sharp, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple, and Jimin found himself mesmerized.
Every grunt, every flex of Taehyung's arm, every ripple of his back sent a jolt through Jimin. He'd try to focus on Jungkook's flying leg, but his eyes would inevitably dart back to the mesmerizing display of Taehyung's pent-up frustration. He ducked a roundhouse kick from Jungkook a little too late, the wind whistling past his ear.
"Hey, lost in daydreams again, hyung?" Jungkook smirked, catching his breath. "Those punches aren't going to dodge themselves, you know." Jimin flushed, his cheeks burning hotter than the midday sun. "I⏤I was not!" he stammered, trying to regain his composure. Just then, Jungkook let out a loud whistle, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Taehyung hyung!" he called out, his voice dripping with mock concern. "Looks like our resident detective is having some trouble focusing. Maybe it's because a certain someone is stealing the show over there?" Taehyung, mid-punch, stopped abruptly, sending the punching bag swinging wildly. He turned, his gaze locking onto Jimin. A slow smile spread across his face, the kind that sent shivers down Jimin's spine and made his heart skip a beat.
"Is that so, firefly?" Taehyung drawled, his voice a husky rumble. "Seems like someone can't keep their eyes off their 'enemy.'" Jimin wanted to melt into the floor. He sputtered, his face turning the color of a ripe tomato. "I⏤it's not like that! I was just. . . strategizing!" he lied unconvincingly. "Jungkook, I'm going to kill you." Jimin hissed at Jungkook who just chuckled in return.
Jungkook burst out laughing, doubling over and clutching his stomach. "Oh, this is gold! Hyung, you're hopeless!" Taehyung chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't worry, Jimin," he said, his voice laced with a playful challenge. "Maybe after practice, I can give you a private show. How does that sound, detective?"
Jimin groaned, burying his face in his hands. He couldn't believe the nerve of the man! Turning his back on the smirking Jungkook and the teasing Taehyung, he muttered under his breath, "This is torture."
