Behind the Scenes

Smooth

- Taehyung POV -

Jungkook had been avoiding Taehyung. The elder could feel it.

Almost an entire day had passed since Jungkook acted up over him joining the rap-line's performance and not once had they talked since then.

Honestly, Taehyung was kind of pissed about what happened last night but he wasn't the type to stay mad long and so a day later he had pretty much gotten over it.

Maybe Jungkook was just having a bad day. He did look really tired when they were rehearsing; sitting at the corner all alone like that while they were jamming to ddaeng.

"You wrong, me right, jal bwa, ddaeng." Namjoon walked aimlessly around a squatting Yoongi while rapping along to the audio recording of ddaeng blaring through the speakers. Hoseok on the other hand stood a couple of steps away from the two; he had his arms crossed and his eyes closed, bobbing his head to the beat and mentally rapping his parts.

The practice room was quieter today. Jimin found it easier to stifle the urge to dance to ddaeng and instead sat cross-legged on the marble floor next to Yoongi, only slightly lifting and dropping his bent leg to the music.

"Tae, get up. The floor's dirty." Jimin tapped Taehyung's back, only to get a lazy grunt in response.

Taehyung was lying face down on the floor in front of Yoongi and Jimin. Apparently he failed to convince the two to let him use their laps as a bed and as a result decided to just lie on the floor.

Again, Jungkook was slouching comfortably on the same rolling chair at the corner of the room while fiddling around with his phone. He sighed. Then, he peered at Taehyung sprawled on the floor through his dark fringe and sighed louder.

What am I doing?

I didn't mean to say those things to him.

He winced at the memory of last night's dinner and slid his phone into the pocket of his black hoodie, then slumped further down the chair. 

He wasn't even mad anymore. He just didn't know how to talk to Taehyung after how he behaved last night.

Fuck... what should I do?

Apologize?

The youngest continued to eye Taehyung who had rolled on his side and began attempting to rest his head on Jimin's lap. 

I should apologize.

Jungkook inhaled deeply and puffed his cheeks. He was ready to apologize.

Slowly, he lifted himself up from the now warm seat of the rolling chair and took hesitant steps towards the elder.

Tell him you're sorry for being an asshole.

As he got closer to Taehyung, he clenched his fists tighter under the pockets of his hoodie. He stopped when he was right next to the elder who had succeeded in using Jimin's lap as a pillow. His eyes were closed so he didn't notice Jungkook's tall figure looming over his relaxed body.

Jungkook parted his lips.

Just say sorry—

Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate against his thigh and IU's 'Palette' rang through the room. The ringtone was fairly audible despite ddaeng still playing in the background.

Fuck.

Taehyung slowly raised his head to peer up at the sound. He spotted Jungkook standing right next to him and looked up at the younger with unimpressed lidded eyes and a raised brow, his expression screaming 'What the fuck?'

Jungkook rejected the ingoing call by frantically pressing the lock button on his phone from inside his pocket. He cursed at himself and the person who had just called him under his breath.

Taehyung suddenly felt irritated.

"What do you want?" he queried with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Jungkook coughed and made a sharp turn towards Namjoon. "Joon hyung, can I borrow your portable charger?"

Namjoon paused at his name being called. "Later," he murmured then resumed his aimless stroll.

Jungkook nodded awkwardly and made his way back to his seat, leaving an increasingly irritated and confused Taehyung.

The younger plopped back down onto the rolling chair and mentally slapped himself.

Real smooth, Jungkook.