In your dreams✔

4

The first practice goes surprisingly well. The new players seem to fit in well with the dynamic of the group and they’re clearly very skilled. Taehyung can already tell this is going to be a good team.

Taehyung had decided to stay overtime a bit to run some drills, work in his footwork, and improve his shooting (he likes to be prepared in case there’s an opportunity for him to score a goal — less common for a defender but definitely not unheard of, and he’d rather be ready than not.)

As much as a certain dark haired team member likes to imply otherwise, he really does care about the team and wants to be the best he can be.

By the time he gets back in the locker room, many of the lights had already been turned off. Which makes sense seeing as most of the players had gone home nearly an hour ago.

He barely registers the sound of a shower turning off before the door to the shower room swings open and out comes a very wet, slightly out of breath, man — towel draped loosely around his waist, leaving his (unfairly toned) abs on full display.

“What are you doing here?” He glares, internally hoping the other doesn’t call out what a stupid question that was seeing as he obviously just got out of the shower.

The younger scoffs. “What, no ‘hi Jungkook, how are you?’”

“You’ve never been one for formalities.” Taehyung shrugs.

“Fair.” He grins. “And to answer your question, Yoongi takes 45 minute showers. I’d rather not wait that long for him to finish.”

Taehyung hums in understanding. He forgot Jungkook and Yoongi were roommates. The younger never seemed to be home when Taehyung and Yoongi hung out in the past, so it wasn’t a hard detail to forget.

“Why are you out of breath? What, were you jerking off in the shower or something?” He throws out, expecting a scoff accompanied by a witty retort.

What he was NOT expecting was for Jungkook’s face to turn beet red and his eyes widen to the size of large coins.

“Oh my god, you were!” He gasps, smirk widening, seeing the perfect opportunity to poke fun at the younger. “Who were you thinking of? Namjoon hyung? Hongjoong? Maybe Coach?”

Jungkook eyes widen at the accusation and visibly shudders.

“Ew, no oh my god.” He scowls, a quick flash of guilt shrouds his face.

“Oh.” Taehyung says in realization. “Is it someone you’re not supposed to be thinking about? Your roommate, for example?” He mocks with a cunning smirk. “Didn’t peg you be such a cliché.”

Jungkook scoffs. “For fucks sake Kim, why don’t you ever just mind your own fucking business?”

With all the fighting they do, Taehyung has come to learn the other boy’s boundaries and when he shouldn’t be pushed any further. The face he sees in front of him now is definitely more of the ‘don’t push me unless you want a broken nose’ kinda face.

Taehyung kinda likes his nose the way it is. You know… in tact.

“So, not Yoongi then,”

He gets glared at in return.

“I was just fucking with you, no need to get hostile.” He throws his hands up in surrender. “Didn’t realize it was such a sensitive topic.”

When Jungkook remains silent, jaw clenched, Taehyung should stop, but he pushes his luck just a little bit further.

“You must really like him, huh?” He pushes, younger looks up at him, confused. “The guy you were yankin your lil’ sausage to.” He elaborates.

Jungkook just rolls his eyes and grabs his clothes, leaving without another word.