Unfriended | Taekook

13 - Spar

"I have a challenge for you, Taehyungie hyungie."

"What do you have in mind?"

"A jiu-jitsu match. Right fucking now. I haven't kicked your ass in four years."

Taehyung's eyes sparkled. "Let me correct you: you've never kicked my ass in your lifetime. It's on."

Jungkook opened his locker and grabbed a jiu-jitsu robe, tossing it at Taehyung, who caught it with ease. "Hope you didn't run too much. I don't want you blaming exhaustion when I make you kiss the floor."

"I could kick your ass after running a marathon, Kook." Taehyung put the robe on over his running clothes and tied it using one of Jungkook's brown belts around his waist. "And I'm already a brown belt."

"I love your confidence, Taetae. Don't get used to it—I'm possessive." Jungkook pointed at the belt, and Taehyung flicked his chin. "I'll take care of it, don't you worry."

The two walked toward the sports center and positioned themselves on opposite sides of the mat. The place was completely empty; Jungkook had woken up early to join Taehyung's morning training, encouraging his friend's preparation for his upcoming selection.

After exercising and running for almost two hours, they decided it was a perfect time to see who was truly the better martial fighter. Both knew the answer, though Taehyung would never admit it. They bowed to each other and got into fighting stance.

Taehyung lunged first, attempting to catch Jungkook by surprise, but he saw it coming. He sidestepped and gave Taehyung a playful shove, making him stumble and giggle.

Taking advantage of Taehyung's distraction, Jungkook managed to get him in a light headlock with one arm while his other hand reached Taehyung's ribs, tickling him and drawing out that sweet deep laughter of his as he curled up, making Jungkook laughing along him.

Suddenly, Taehyung twisted out of the hold, and using his long legs he swept Jungkook off his feet, sending him crashing onto the mat. Taehyung fell on top of him in a clumsy attempt to immobilize him. "Submit."

Jungkook smirked. "Not a chance." He wrapped his legs around Taehyung's waist and flipped him over, reversing their positions and pinning Taehyung's wrists to the mat, bringing their bodies closer.

Taehyung planted his feet on the ground and lifted his hips, trying to shake Jungkook's weight off him, but Jungkook tightened his hold on him. "Stop squirming, troublemaker! Those hip moves aren't allowed! Don't you play dirty, Taetae."

"And where's the fun in playing by the rules?" Taehyung's gaze flicked to Jungkook's mouth and he wet his lips.

"Submit."

"In your dreams, Jungkook."

"You know, Taehyungie, I could stay like this all day... manhandling you. I don't mind the view."

Taehyung snorted, though he felt his cheeks warming up. "I see... You really like straddling me, huh..."

Jungkook's gaze flickered from Taehyung's eyes to his mouth, his thumb lightly grazing the inside of Taehyung's wrist, "We're just sparring, stop this dirty mind of yours." Jungkook's breath hitched as Taehyung's body moved under him again. Without proper technique, Taehyung's attempts to break free from his hold only made their bodies rub against each other. Jungkook could feel a familiar heat rising in his groin—oh no.

"Enough playing, Tae," His grip on Taehyung's wrists tightened before he released one hand, which went down to Taehyung's thighs, his palm sliding and fingers digging into the flesh until he found the edge of his shorts.