Eclipse

》4《

Two days passed since Dusk told the boys the plan for their new task. Jimin wasn't doing so great. He tried to fight against Taehyung, but it didnt seem to be working. Every time he tried something new, Taehyung already. had a counter. But then again, he only spoke verbally. He thought that maybe trying to talk first would work, but Taehyung was very sarcastic and snappy. Jimin was tired of losing, so he had a new plan.

Everyone sat at the dining room table and ate peacefully. They weren't completely getting along, but it was comfortable. Jimin hadn't told anyone about his plan. He was going to start it. His first step.

Jimin grabbed an apple and sat next to Taehyung. The younger boy raised an eyebrow once he noticed the space next to him now taken, but didn't spare a glance. Jimin chewed on his apple and took a quick glance at Taehyung's actions. He was reading what seemed to be a graphic novel. At the moment it looked like a normal talking scene. The look on his face seemed bored.

"Do you wanna practice fighting me?" Jimin finally asked. It wasnt really a plan, but he just wanted to ask straight forward. Taehyung paused his reading and put his novel down. He took a final bite out of now finished cereal and nodded. Jimin lit up. He didnt show much excitement but got up when Taehyung did.

"Taehyung, don't hurt him." Jin told him seriously. Taehyung looked to him and drank the rest of his milk, after he wiped his face with a napkin, he sighed.

"He's going to get hurt, it's how we learn." He answered bluntly. Jimin didnt think much of it, but he followed Taehyung to a closet. There was protective gear everywhere. Taehyung got small ones and put them in front of Jimin before shaking his head and putting them back.

He finally found one that looked close to Jimin's size and he faced Jimin.

"You dont know how to properly put this on, so I'm gonna have to do it for you." Taehyung explained. Jimin nodded. Taehyung opened up the chest piece and wrapped it around Jimin's torso. Jimin watched as Taehyung focused on fastening the back of it. His face was serious, his eyebrows a tiny bit furrowed, but not to where they made any creases in his pretty skin.

Jimin mentally shook his head around, he needed to not think like that. Taehyung then moved back a bit, checking if it looked okay.

"Do you feel any poking, uncomfort, or tightness?" He asked seriously. Jimin checked. He twisted around and stretched to see if it was okay. He shook his head. Taehyung nodded.

"Okay, now, I prefer using gloves that don't cover my fingers, but I suggest regular gloves for beginners. It's to help prevent blisters." Taehyung calmly explained as he grabbed black gloves. Jimin watched as Taehyung measured Jimin's hands. Then suddenly, there was silence. He looked away with the tape measure and his shoulders shook as he rummaged through a drawer. Jimin furrowed his brows.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Taehyung inhaled and tried to stifle his laughter. Jimin was now a bit surprised.

"Nothing, nothing. Everything's okay." His voice cracked as he held in his laughter and the obvious pitch in his voice.

"What's wrong with my hands?" Jimin asked again. This time Taehyung burst into laughter and caught looks from everyone in the other room.

"You have small fucking hands!" Taehyung burst. Jimin's face turned a slight pink and he couldn't help himself. He started laughing with Taehyung. They gradually stopped laughing and continued to get their gear on. Taehyung's smile wasn't there anymore, but Jimin knew he was in a good mood.

After everything was done, Taehyung furrowed his brows as she checked everything.

"Maybe you should wear a helmet." He muttered to himself as he stared at Jimin. The shorter just shook his head.