In your dreams✔

8

”How’d it go?” Hoseok asks when he gets back home.

”Come on, we’re taking a nap.I need to catapult myself into a mountain.” He says, storming past towards his room.

”So, not well then.”

True to his word, Jungkook shows up again at the same time the next day, the tension in the air a little thicker than last time.

As soon as Taehyung sits down fully, Jungkook slides a steaming mug towards him.

The blonde stares at it as if it’s been poisoned. “What’s this?” He asks suspiciously.

“A truce gift. Just some hot chocolate.” He shrugs. “Yoongi said you don’t drink coffee, so… you know.”

Taehyung looks back and forth between the drink and the boy for probably longer than necessary, but he can’t help it. His ultimate rival for the past year just bought him a hot cocoa to call truce…

He briefly wonders if it’s a trick, but the other seems pretty genuine about no more fighting thing, so...

“Thank you.” He manages to get out. “So, nice weather we’ve got here.”

“Yeah, t-shirt during the day, sweatshirt at night. Perfect balance.” Jungkook nods. “How was your day?” He asks in a tone that makes it sound like he’s questioning his own question.

“Pretty good, yours?” He responds, just as unsure.

“Not awful.”

Taehyung hums and for a while they just both look around the room awkwardly.

“This is stupid.” Jungkook sighs, breaking the silence.

“It was your idea, smart-ass.”

“Well, yeah but it’s only gonna work if we actually talk about shit!” He argues.

“Okay, then what do you want to talk about?”

At that, Jungkook looks a little hesitant. He brings his hand up to rub at the back of his neck. The action draws Taehyung’s attention to his triceps and once again, he’s reminded of how fit the other boy is.

“I was thinking it’d be best to clear the air first? Get it all on the table and have a clean start.”

Taehyung nods. “Okay… how?”

He clears his throat. “Well, why do you hate me? Lay it all out, I’m a big boy I can take it.”

The blonde pauses. He knew they were going to try to move past their feud but he didn’t think they’d have to straight up confront it. It’s embarrassing because every reason Taehyung has for hating the boy are ridiculously childish.

“I…” He starts, struggling to find his words. It’s like his body is trying to physically save him from throwing his pride out the window. “I-I hate that you got onto varsity as a freshman.” The flood gates open, everything just spews out at once. “I hate that everyone loved you immediately. I hate that you’re a genuinely good player who deserves to be on the team. I hate that you get to me so easily.”

He stops himself there, but he there’s so much more he wants to say.

I hate that you have more muscle than me even though we play the same sport.
I hate that I was so disappointed when I thought you didn’t show up to the first meeting.
I hate that deep down, I don’t really want to hate you anymore.

He stays quiet and looks away, just incase his expression gives anything away. Sure, Jungkook’s annoying as hell and an absolute pain in the ass… but he doesn’t hate him, not really.

Jungkook looks shell-shocked, like he wasn’t actually expecting Taehyung to answer so honestly. “Oh.” Is all he says at first, but after he takes a minutes to process everything he finally responds for real. “Honestly, I was kind of afraid of that happening.”

Taehyung tilts his head and pinches his eyebrows together.

“When I joined the team, I knew it wasn’t exactly common for freshman to make it, so I was afraid people would hate me for doing something they weren’t able to.” He elaborates, and suddenly Taehyung feels a little bad. “Everyone seemed pretty chill about it… I always wondered why you hated me so much at first.”

“Okay, well what about you?” Taehyung asks, changing the subject before he feels any worse about himself. “Why do you hate me?”

Jungkook laughs. “Well at first it was just competitive retaliation like an ‘oh, you’re a dick to me? fine I’ll be an even bigger dick to you’, kinda thing. But then–”

He cuts himself off and Taehyung waits for him to finish his thought, but he never does.

“But then…” He eggs on.

The younger looks down (is he blushing?!) “Nothing, I just noticed how good of a player you were and you became actual competition and I guess I felt a bit threatened by you.”

Something in the way Jungkook refuses to meet his gaze makes him think he’s not telling the full truth, but then again, he doesn’t really know the boy that well… it could just be a nervous thing of his.

“Cool, so basically we’re just both competitive dickheads.” He sums up, making the younger laugh. He’s got a kinda nice laugh.

“Looks like it.” Jungkook agrees, smile still present on his face.

Taehyung thinks this whole ‘not fighting’ thing might not be as bad as he thought it’d be.