Ange ➳ jjk+kth

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Fan art does not belong to me but Nonconman, damn I am in love with this. Straight up on my favourite KookV fan arts our there.

The punching bag barley moves from the soft hit that's thrown to it. The blond growls lowly, small fists that are encased in much too large gloves suddenly pounding against the grain filled bag.

The action goes on for a few seconds before it tires out the fragile boy, hands falling limp to his side as he asses the bag with pouted lips.

Cold fingers suddenly wrap around his arms, bringing them up to eye level. The grip around his arms are not gentle nor are they harsh.

"Big mistake."Jeongguk says beside him, fingers still curled around his forearm.

Taehyung tilts his head to the side, confusion evident in his expression as he sulks, "What is it now?"

"Hands up, all the time."the raven haired male advises, palms dropping to cup his elbows, "Elbows down so they protect the rest of your body too. You never know when or where they'll punch you."

The younger nods, lips thinning into a determined frown as he faces the punching bag once again.

It had been a few minutes since the two had stepped into the gym, and the previous fear that had pumped Taehyung's veins seemed to have disperse as soon as they had appeared.

Jeongguk didn't laugh nor mock his pathetic attempts at punching the bag. It was rather the opposite. The elder held him close as he demonstrated what he was doing wrong and what was the right technique to apply.

It surprised Jeongguk at how fast the blond picked it up. As fragile as the younger seemed, his punches were weak yet well placed. He could work on the power of the blows later. Taehyung didn't give up nor throw a tantrum at the countless of times Jeongguk had stopped him to point out another a flaw, but instead listen with intent and perfect his mistakes by the next two to three attempts.

"You have to punch the bag, Tae. Not push."he says, not releasing the nickname that roles of his tongue.

Silence rests over them, the raven haired male's eyes widening as awareness of what he had uttered dawns on him.

"I-"

Taehyung giggles, cheeks tinted a gentle hue of red, "No, it's okay. I like it!"

"A-Are you sure? I-"

Caramel eyes roll as he grins playfully, "It's coolies Gukkie!"

"G-Gukie?"

Jeongguk was beyond humiliated by now. Here he was, a feared mafia leader, stuttering towards another being. He didn't want to imagine the howls of laughter that would emit from his friend, if he ever recounted this very event to them.

"Yeah! Since you have a nickname for me, it's only fair if I have one for you! Plus, Gukkie is cute!"

He finds himself grinning unconsciously, rather pleased at the new nickname the other had given him. It was adorable like the blond.

"I like it too."

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It had been a few hours now, and still Jeongguk continued to drill the younger to the bone. Taehyung was visibly sweating, dirty blond hair plastered messily to his forehead as he pants heavily.

"Can we have a break please?"he pleads, caramel eyes widening to reveal his puppy eyes.

Jeongguk is obviously torn as he successfully tears his gaze from the pleading chocolate eyes paired with pouted plump, red lips. His mind is firm with his decision however as he runs his fingers through the other's sweaty hair eliciting a pleasured groan from the blond, back arching as he pushes his head into the elder's palm.