Sky Full of Stars | Taekook

5. Strangers

"Jungkook, second. Tae, shortstop. Hobi, you're outfield," Yoongi pointed at each of them.

"Jimin, first. Seokjin, third. I'll pitch. Kim will catch. Namjoon, you're at bat. Mingyu, you're up next, then Vernon or Soonyoung can go."

Yoongi surveyed the motley crew. They didn't exactly look effervescent, other than Soonyoung who seemed like he had consumed seven cups of coffee.

Jungkook glared at Yoongi, leaning to whisper in Hobi's ear as they walked into the field, "He looks so familiar but what the fuck kind of name is Vernon anyway?"

They idled just before the base, "He works with Namjoon or something. Supposed to be kind of a savant," Hobi whispered back, making an exasperated gesture with his hands and shaking his head, "It's fine. Diluting your weird energy about Tae is a good thing."

Jungkook flipped him off, "I know him, sort of. Just not his name apparently," he curled his upper lip.

"Besides, cause and effect relationship. Shitty actions lead to weird energy."

Taehyung's gaze was downcast as he walked past Jungkook to take his spot between second and third base, "It's just not that simple," he muttered, realizing too late that Jungkook could hear him.

"Don't even," was the frosty response. Jungkook made no eye contact, only squinting towards home plate,

Taehyung pressed his molars together, nostrils flared, "I'm not bothering you so there's no need to get so mad," he mumbled just a little louder, not willing to make eye contact either.

Not that Jungkook would let that happen, anyways.

Hobi and Jin were eyeing them with mild distaste, eyes darting from Taehyung, who was growing red, to Jungkook, who seemed like he was talking to himself, not looking at anyone in particular.

"How am I supposed to feel, Taehyung? Why are you even here? I still have zero explanation as to why I'm sitting on this fucking field twenty feet away from you," he maligned the older with a vinegary bite to his tone.

They were both ignoring how Jimin was looking at each of them with his palms to the sky, shaking his head.

Taehyung sucked his teeth, "It's not your business. I can do what I want," he shot back, bringing his chin up.

His new tone got Yoongi's attention, the older turning to glance at them.

Taehyung made a throaty, exasperated sound, "Can we fucking go? Throw the ball, Yoongi."

Yoongi's eyebrows shot upwards, hand clamping over his mouth to hold in a guffaw. He nodded, "Uh, yep."

At every turn up at bat that Taehyung took, every run, every out, Jungkook sneered and scoffed. Though he didn't once attempt to actually throw the ball in Taehyung's direction or look at him head on.

Taehyung was furious, silently fuming at the level of scorn he was receiving for absolutely no reason.

"What the fuck is his problem?" He mouthed at Namjoon, gesturing over his shoulder at where Jungkook was sulking, hat pulled down over his eyes.

Namjoon shrugged, "Who knows. He's a moody bitch sometimes but I'm sure he's pissed off that you're here," he chuckled, not caring enough to put any frills around it.

"It's so annoying," Taehyung spat towards the ground, biting his tongue and dragging his feet, "This sucks."

The next time Jungkook was at bat, he hit it well into the field and took off running, but ended up barreling right into Mingyu at third base.