the last of the untold | jimin and taehyung x reader ✔️

Chapter 9

His lips brushed against mine, and my heart fluttered.

My eyes widened in surprise and confusion, but he was already looking away playing it cool, fashioning his signature eye smile.

I decided to follow his lead and look away. Trying to relax, my heart pounded, ruining everything. I was sure he could hear it yell desperately.

"Erm... it's only around 12 o'clock!" Jungkook said to the crowd. "What do we do?"

"Jungkookie~~~ I have a suggestion!~" V declared with lots and loTS OF AEGYO oH MA GAW.

"Yes, Taehyung-ah?" He asked with a smile.

Tae adjusted his seating position, and said: "We should probably practise in case of an emergency."

Jungkook nodded slowly. "Does everyone agree?"

He eyed the group, and once he got to me (he actually noticed me lmao) he winked and continued.

welL PlAYED GOLdEN MAKNAE JUST KiLl ME OMO-

Anyways, I raised my hand in agreement. It was shaking and thin.

They all followed my action, and Jungkook grinned, with his precious bunny teeth showing. "So... what do we practise with, first?"

"M-maybe we could have st-stations?" I stammered. "A couple throwing knives and stabbing, punching and kicking, and so on..?"

"Yeah, this kid has an idea," Jimin agreed, and my heart fluttered again.

I looked over at him, and he was looking at me. We stared at each other, our eyes going to the other's lips... until Tae went in between us, facing me with a funny smirk.

He turned to Jimin with a scowl. "No romantic stuff, huh?"

"Hey!" Jin yelled, and we turned to face him. "Listen, you rascals.~"

Hobi was explaining how BTS' dance moves could help fight. Flexibility, and strength really came into choreography, and we tuned in to listen.

"Is it a good idea?" He asked, smiling from ear to ear.

"Yeah, it really is," Kookie said slowly. "Okay, let's make stations. Does anybody want to volunteer some knives?"

Namjoon, Jin, and I raised our hands with the weapons in them, and passed them to Jungkook.

"Here, Leader Jungkook," Rapmon teased.

He snickered, blushing, and I smiled slightly. He was strong and a living meme, but also soft and still the baby of the group.

Cute.

~.~

I was paired with Yoongi in the knives section, and of course, died fangirling internally.

We were silent for a few minutes, but then got the hang of it, and worked together. The two of us rated each other's throws and stabs, too.

I still was screaming mentally.

Anyways, the metal shone, and the handle fit perfectly in my hand. Its blade was quick and easy. Fun, even, to play with. To train with. It was simple, but enjoyable.

"So..." Yoongi said, after a throw. "I'm sensing Jimin and V like you.~"

I stared at him. "Wh-what?"

He smirked, and came closer. "C'mon, dude. I saw the way Jimin kissed you.~ He is flirtatious and cool. But not swag, like me."

I laughed. "You are like I thought you would be. And, pfffttt, it was just a friendly peck."

He nodded, not buying it, and cupped my chin. I blushed.

"You are a pretty ARMY.." Yoongi mumbled to himself. Then he ruffled my hair. "You like the knife?"

I couldn't breathe. One of my bias wreckers called me pretty. And I thought I was a potato.

"Y-yeah," I replied, and looked down.

"Don't be embarrassed." I looked up and he was grinning. "Treat me like a friend."

"But you just called me- Nevermind."

We glanced at each other and laughed, rapping Nevermind like drunk people on the streets.

~.~

hEy that was actually a long chapter aHA