BODYGUARD | taekook

5

released: September 2, 2018– 2:34PM, Central Time
rating: PG14
- nudity
- over excursion
word count: 923

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After huffing and sweating like a pig on steroids, Taehyung finally jogged his last lap around the perimeter of the dance studio.

Lowering his self-confidence even more, the new background dancer joined him, breathing deeply and attempting to initiate conversation whilst the younger struggled to stay alive.

Clutching a stitch in his stomach, Taehyung finished the laps and collapsed upon the wooden ground, heaving and dramatically cursing out his dance teacher.

"Hopefully this time you'll finally understand that waking up late has consequences," Hoseok teased, cracking his neck.

After water falling his drink, Jimin looked at the man on the ground in pity.

"Do you need some water?" he spoke up.

Taehyung weakly lifted his head and gave a small nod, holding out his arm.

Chuckling, the dancer passed the water bottle to the younger, for which he greatly accepted.

"Okay, get up. Bangman just said you have an interview in 3 hours, so we have to make use of time," Hoseok harshly stated, his teacher mode activated.

Giving up without a fight, Taehyung scowled and laid his ground, the man attentively watching him stay still.

"If you don't move, I'll add punishments— you know that, right?"

Standing up but keeping his glare, Taehyung walked his way towards center stage.

"Let's begin."

*

"Nice job today, Kim," Hoseok patted the younger's back as he furiously gulped the contents inside a bottle.

"Yeah, you're really good," Jimin stated, wiping his sweaty forehead with his sleeve.

"Thanks," he grumbled and picked up his bag.

"Shower then go get dressed," Hoseok ordered and turned around.

"Whatever," Taehyung said and turned to leave.

"See ya later," Jimin called after and waved.

Taehyung mumbled a goodbye and gave a weak wave in return.

"Thinks he can just boss me around like that," Taehyung whispered to himself once he reached the hallway.

"Thinks he's so good and abuses his power."

*

Arriving at the showers, Taehyung stripped and entered into a stall, taking his jolly old time.

Everyone in BigHit Entertainment who knew the idol personally could agree that he was too much to handle.

For example, in the shower, he'd take almost an hour to scrub every single inch of his body— like in this case.

That's why the idol was always at least 10 minutes late to every shoot recorded in the history of BigHit.

After finishing his ridiculously long bathing time, the man clothed himself in his bathrobe and took his things with him.

Just across the hall, he entered into a threshold with the door labeled "waiting room".

The staffs instantly got to work and began to make up for their lost time.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from beside him, "You better get your clothes. Don't wanna be walking around in that."

The bodyguard flickered his eyes over the white cloth and glanced back up at the other's eyes, smirking.

Blushing but scowling, the older turned on his feet and grabbed the neatly folded garments out of a woman's hands.

He entered into a room, attached to the waiting area labeled "dressing room", and began to curse under his breath again.

"Thinks he can just violate me like that," Taehyung grumbled, unclothing himself.

"Well, he'll learn soon not to mess with me."

After getting fully clothed, the man looked into the mirror occupying a wall in the small room.

Sporting skinny, black jeans, a maroon button-up tucked into it's material. A black cardigan covered the loose shirt's sleeves while a beret sat upon his curly hair, matching the top.

He slipped his black-socked feet into shiny Gucci loafers and exited the dressing room.

Out of nowhere, a pink-haired man popped in front of the idol, wearing a wide-teethed grin.

"Hello!" he stated kindly. "My name's Kim Seokjin, and I'll be your new beautician!"

"Uh...," Taehyung stammered, assessing the preppy male's presence. "Okay."

"Let's get you ready, okay?" he rhetorically asked, guiding the uncomfortable man to his vanity.

Jungkook, from afar, laughed as he watched the other frown and awkwardly shift under the beautician's eyes.

"What a kid," he snorted, taking a seat beside the exit and falling asleep.

*

"Why're you so hard on him? He's young," Jimin asked Hoseok as they packed up their items.

"You're young, too," Hoseok answered smartly.

Jimin gave him an expectant gaze, pausing his packing activities.

"Okay, fine," the older stood up straight and faced the other.

"He's been training since he was 14 years old... He's worked hard for this. There's no use in stopping now— especially since his fame is skyrocketing," Hoseok explained.

"I guess you're right," Jimin nodded solemnly, beginning to pack his things again.

"I know I am," the other said. "But he doesn't think so."

"Of course, he wouldn't, hyung," Jimin giggled. "He's 22... Even I'm dating-"

"Whoa, you think it's all about relationships?" Hoseok asked, genuinely shocked.

"Well, yeah. I gotta marry at some point, right?" Jimin smiled evenly. "Better to get some practice in now before it's too late."

The younger zipped up his bag and hung it over his shoulder, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah..., see you," the older stated and watched the other close the door behind himself.

Staring into space, the teacher closed his eyes and opened them again, getting back to packing his bag.

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i just got an army bomb (version 3) wow! I can't believe it. the app only works for androids tho, so that's disappointing:(

oh well

<3 stay healthy