Ange ➳ jjk+kth

xiv

"Ground your feet!"

The blond jerks his head, signalling that he had heard what the other had shouted out to him as he springs away from the punching bag after throwing his own share of blows.

"Quick! C'mon, you don't have that much time in a real fight to catch your breath!"

Taehyung furrows his eyebrows in mild irritation, swallowing back comeback he was yearning to snap out. Jeongguk had dragged him back down to the gym, declaring that the younger needed to learn further self-defence, growing increasingly worried as the next weeks crawls closer.

The younger however understand why his partner was so anxious, Jimin reluctantly filling him out on the events that would most likely follow out soon after the blond had practically fallen to his knees and pleaded to question what had occurred in the meeting Jeongguk had been so adamant about him not attending.

He's snapped from his thoughts however as a mob of sooted hair appears before him, the harsh sound of hands clapping loudly together bringing him back to earth, greeting by the annoyed expression upon Jeongguk's features.

"What's up with you today, Taehyung?"he snaps.

The younger tries not to dwell to much on the absence of his intimate nickname.

"You're being really slack out there."he continues, words gruelling and sharp, "It was terrible in all honesty. Absolute shit."

That does it, the blond snaps, tears brimming at his eyes as he flings the boxing gloves to the floor, upturned wrists rubbing harshly at his eyes as he swallows back a choked sob.

Before can Jeongguk can come to his senses and realise the deep mistake he had made, the younger has dashed out of the room.

The raven haired male scowls, running a tired hand through his sooted locks, breathing harshly through his nose.

"Fuck."

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"Shh. It's okay."

The blond shakes his head, a soft hiccup falling from his lips as he pushes his thin frame closer to the other's body.

He breathes out shakily, Jimin running his fingers through his dirty, blond hair gently as he whispers sweet nothings.

"H-He hates me n-now."Taehyung cries, vision obscured by the onslaught of a fresh batch of tears.

Jimin frowns as he observes his friends dishevelled state, the blond curled into a quivering ball as he bawls, eyes swollen and blotchy, occasionally releasing a high pitched hiccup.

"He doesn't hate you Tae."the silver haired boy says tenderly, fingers reaching down to latch onto the underside of the blond's chin and tilt his head up to meet his soft gaze.

"A-Am I slack Jimine? Am I t-terrible at everything I d-do?"

Jimin feels his heartbreak at the pleading look in his friend's gaze, as if begging for him to remind him that he really doesn't fail terribly at boxing, the opposite to what he believed he was.

Soft palms move to hold the blond's face gingerly in his hold, a tender expression on his face as he smooths down the ruffles in the other's hair.

"Look at me."Jimin says firmly, "You're not terrible. You're still learning. Jeongguk is a bad man for saying that, alright?

The fragile boy sniffles, small hands balled cutely at his sides as he looks up eagerly at the silver haired male, eyes wide with childish innocence.