In your dreams✔

7

Sure enough, by the time Taehyung arrives at the cafe, Jungkook is already there, waiting on his phone in a booth near the back. He’s dressed pretty casually, baggy grey cargos and a black t-shirt that falls nicely on his lean frame. Taehyung passingly wonders if the boy has any color in his wardrobe at all.

He sits down opposite of Jungkook silently, unsure of what to say or how to start the conversation.

Thankfully, Jungkook notices his arrival and turns off his phone, turning his attention to the elder instead. “Oh, uh hi.”

“Hi.” Taehyung replies awkwardly, fiddling with his fingers in his lap.

“So, um… how was your day?” Jungkook asks in a tone that makes it sound like he’s questioning his own question.

“Pretty average?” He replies, just as unsure. “Fuck, I can’t do this.” He breaks, shoulders slouching.

“Oh, thank god.” Jungkook sighs in relief, bringing his arms up to rest more comfortably on the table. “That was so awkward, I felt like I was gonna shit myself.”

Taehyung surprises both himself and Jungkook when a genuine laugh springs forward. He quickly catches himself and shuts his mouth to contain it.

“Okay, so I think neither of us want to forfeit our shot at captain, and at least on my end, I’m willing to sacrifice a bit of my pride to get back on the field.” The dark haired boy continues, his words scarily accurate to Taehyung’s own inner thoughts.

“Yeah, I agree.” He nods, “but what are we gonna do about it?”

Jungkook pauses, pursing his lips in thought. “We could, like… I don’t know, get to know each other so we can get over this whole feud thing and just be normal at practice and team parties and stuff?”

Taehyung freezes. Spending his free time… outside of practice… with Jungkook.

“Why can’t we just like, pretend to be friendly and civil at practices or something?” He suggests instead.

“Are you kidding? Have you met Seokjin? He’ll see right through that.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “We don’t have to be friends, we just have to stop fighting. Besides, it’s not just practice, like I said it’s practice, games, parties, meetings… if we want to keep our starting spots on the team it’ll honestly just be easier if you just grow up a little and then we can get over this shit.”

Taehyung scoffs, he pokes his tongue at his cheek. “You’re telling me to grow up? We wouldn’t even be in this mess if you weren’t such an immature dickhead at the game!”

“Oh, and you’re so much better? Yeah, the relentless teasing over my personal life in the locker room was somature.” He rebukes.

“FINE!” Taehyung stands up, slamming his hands on the table. “YOU WANT MATURE?! MEET ME HERE TOMORROW! SAME TIME! WE’LL HOLD HANDS AND SING KOMBAYAH OR WHATEVER THE FUCK FRIENDSHIP BONDING SHIT YOU SUGGESTED!”

“FINE BY ME!” Jungkook shouts back, standing up so the two are at eye level with one another.

“FINE THEN!” Taehyung doesn’t know why they’re still shouting. “SEE YOU TOMORROW!”

“GUESS SO!”

He turns and leaves without looking back.