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Some days managed to pass by ever since his first dance practice.

Y'know, he really wanted those hours spent with his new friends (and Yoongi) to work as a stress reliever and help him relax, but life wasn't exactly that nice and easy – especially not his life. He tried, he really did try every single time during the dreaded choreography to keep it cool, not panic, and certainly not get turned on by Yoongi – probably doing it harder on purpose because he's an asshole – choking him during the dance. Oh, those pale, veiny hands, the slender fingers wrapping around his neck and cupping it so perfectly, making him melt right underneath the blue haired man's touch—wait, what the fuck, no. He did not just think like this about Yoongi. He hated him, period.

He was just about to scold himself mentally, further pondering about the weird things Min was doing to him with full knowledge, just wanting to drive Tae over the edge – but just then, he blinked a few times, ripped away from his mangled thoughts by a hand waving in front of his hues. It's not Yoongi's, he noted, turning over to the owner of said hand. It was Jungkook. Right, he was at work, they both were, and he should be doing... Stuff. Work stuff. Certainly not that jerk.

– Are you okay? – Jungkook questioned curiously, head tilting to the side and those bunny-like teeth showing in a toothy grin, – You've been spacing out a lot lately – He added softly. He did seem genuinely concerned about his friend despite his sunny smile and kind behaviour.

Okay... Was he okay really? There wasn't anything wrong with him overall, but... Was he okay?

– Uh... Yeah. I'm doing golly jolly good ­– He answered, giving a bit of an awkward smile but of course the younger could see through him with such ease. The brunette first sighed at the elder's words, shaking his head and crossing his arms before pressing his hip against the counter; watching with a smug look on his face as Taehyung sped up the process of cleaning a glass in his hand, wiping it for the fourth time already and sending a nervous, quick side-glance towards the younger. For the first time he was really hoping Jungkook wouldn't open his mouth again.

– It's because of Agust-hyung, isn't it? – The younger asked, so casually if it was a question about the fucking weather, and then...

Thud!

There goes the glass, slipping out of Taehyung's grasp and collapsing onto the ground, shattering into countless pieces. The redhead stared down at it, his hands shaking a little, neck heating up and ears almost as red as his hair as he muttered a small "fuck". Jungkook laughed, of course checking for any wounds on his hyung's hands in the meantime, and Taehyung? He was embarrassed as fuck – thank god they were still alone at the club.

– So it is!

– Shut it-

– It is, hyung! You can't lie to me! – The younger chirped, playfully punching Tae on the shoulder as he leaned down to pick up the glass. It actually kinda hurt – god, this kid and his goddamn muscles.

– No, Kook! It's not him! I don't even like him – he smokes, he's a rude jerk, Namjoon told me he's dangerous, I saw him getting sucked off the first day after we met and plus he's... He's... He's really fucking vulgar as fuck! – He blurted out in defence, of course not even sure himself if he was telling the truth or lying, making the younger laugh loudly once again.

– And yet the thought of him makes you blush, you just dropped a glass because I mentioned him, you get visibly flustered during the practice, you space out a lot after seeing him, you—

– Okay, that's enough, get back to work Kook! – The elder of the two finally exclaimed. Of course Jungkook listened to him, beginning to walk away whilst giggling yet he stopped midway, facing Taehyung again.

– Oh, by the way, our third barman is on vacation and I have boxing practice in the evening, so I asked a friend to help you out tonight – He spoke, grin growing a little wider as Taehyung looked over at him, arching a brow.

– What friend? – He asked and Jungkook simply shrugged, the grin remaining – Kook. What fucking friend? – He pushed on, yet the younger only chuckled, looking at Taehyung with head cocked to the side. Tae stared at him for a longer while, furrowing his brows in confusion, and then it finally hit him, his eyes widening.

– Gotta go hyungie, work's waitin'! – Chirped Jungkook, laughing as he ran into the backroom just as Taehyung suddenly got up, taking the rag he used to clean up the glass earlier, then proceeding to throw it at Jungkook; the object just barely missing him since he was too fast and Taehyung threw it too late.

– Jeon Jeongguk you little shit! – He yelled after him.

He could still hear the younger's laughs, himself red on the face and with his hands curled into small fists. He really felt as if he was going to tear up out of frustration, shaking a little for a brief moment before he sighed deeply, rubbing his face with both hands as his brows furrowed. He really fucking hated Jungkook at times – especially times like these.

– Fucking great... – He grumbled under his nose, leaning back down to actually finish picking up the glass shards. Of course, his hands were shaking so much at the moment he just couldn't skip getting hurt by one of the shards getting stuck in his palm and making him bleed the moment he managed to get it out of his skin. Was everything around him just turning against him? Did he do something bad in his previous life or what? It sounded ridiculous, yes, but at this point he was really running out of logical explanations.

He, once again, sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a short moment. This was going to surely be the longest night of his life, huh...

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Uhhhhhhhhhhh hi? I suddenly got some inspiration for this shit so here we are, but like,,, don't expect too much, I write when I feel like it and have some time for doing so, so yeahhh

Hope ya'll enjoy this little filler?