𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 🎟

six

Taehyung's avoiding Jeongguk.

And by avoiding, he basically means admiring from afar. Not giving the younger the satisfaction of knowing that he's looking at him but doing it nonetheless. It's been a whole week.

Jeongguk has tried talking to him since the dinner but it always ends up with Taehyung running for the hills. He likes to think of himself as brave, courageous, ballsy but he's far from it.

"Why are you ignoring Jeongguk?" Jimin asks from beside him. "Or is it even ignoring if you're constantly drooling over him every five seconds? Can you even hear me?"

"Shut up, Chim." Ever since that dinner, Jeongguk's hands have been on his mind a lot. The warmth scolding on his leg. The way he spoke to him. He's driving him absolutely insane, and he wants more of it. "I don't even know Jeongguk."

"You're literally the most annoying person."

"Says you!"

"Oh my god. I'm leaving. Good luck figuring your life out without me." Jimin flips him off before leaving the room. Taehyung, left ogling at Jeongguk as he dances across the studio with that grace he holds so effortlessly. He really doesn't even know how he does it. It's something Jimin and Jeongguk have in common. Bastards.

"Go take a break." Namjoon calls tiredly. "And that means you, Jeongguk. You need to learn a thing or two about rest. We don't need you passing out again."

Jeongguk sighs, wiping his face of the sweat that's formed. He looks delicious walking around in a black button up shirt, black jeans, and black timberlands. Black is definitely his color. But really, every color is his color. He's so unfair.

"You're drooling." Hoseok says as he walks past him, winking at the boy who he caught red handed.

"Fuck you."

Jeongguk finally walks over to Taehyung after a moment of debating whether or not he'll listen to Namjoon and actually stop practicing, but thinking it better that he does.

Except not finally. Since, you know, he's ignoring Jeongguk at the moment.

He silently hands Jeongguk a cold water bottle that he very specifically saved for him before leaving the room. Jeongguk sighs, momentarily forgetting about the silent game Taehyung is currently having with him.

The elder makes his way down to the kitchen to eat some strawberries. He really enjoys strawberries. They're sweet, pretty, and don't call you baby every five seconds. They also don't look good drenched in sweat or feel warm to the touch when they put their stupid hand on your stupid thigh because they're not stupid. They're just strawberries.

"Jeon Jeongguk is stupid," He tells the first berry before eating it.

"That's not very nice." He hears from behind him. Taehyung doesn't turn around when Jeongguk enters the room, nor does he plan to respond. He simply just puts another berry in his mouth. Berries never do him wrong.

Jeongguk steps closer to Taehyung. "Why are you ignoring me?"

And another berry.

"Baby," The black haired male sighs. "I'm getting really sick of this."

"Well, I'm not."

"Oh, so you do talk."

Taehyung pouts. He was doing so good. "I don't talk."

Jeongguk hums. "Why have you been ignoring me?"

"I plead the fifth."

"Taehyung."