𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 | 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 (𝓜)

Green and Green Makes Black and Blue || XXVIII.

hi .. so uhm .. yeah. i've been writing and feeling a lot better, my deadline for me to publish is tomorrow so i thought, yk, publish one of my favorite tk fics, and then publish my own tk fic tmr bc i've been gone for so long :> noone followed the twt acc i made for ao3 recs so ig i'll just keep posting them here- i should actually stop doing that so this might be the last ao3 fic i post, but anyway i hope ur doing great !! enjoy <3

Ao3 credit: sixwhiteroses

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summary: Jungkook can't handle his new horse for shit, and his trainer Seokjin, at his wits' end, decides to ring up an old acquaintance to take over Jungkook's training. His name is Taehyung, he's all around the most stunning person Jungkook has ever seen and Jungkook quickly finds out that he is going take over a lot more than just his training.

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In which Jungkook gets the perception of his own body fucked out of him.

"Release, for Christ's sake, release! "

Jungkook felt his elbows stretch and his whole body jerked forwards as he clumsily landed the jump, his hips way above the place they should be. He cursed at himself, gathering the reins which he lost after Helena's frustrated head toss from his atrocious landing.

He saw Seokjin palm at his face with the corner of his eye.

"You know what, walk," he heard Seokjin's intense voice and he immediately sunk back into his heels and after a few pissy trot steps, finally came to a walk. He exhaled loudly and slumped forward in the saddle.

"Do you know what release means?" Seokjin asked with his arms crossed on his chest, his facial expression almost irritated. God, did Jungkook feel stupid.

"Yes," he replied meekly, breathing heavily. The feeling of Helena's bouncy walk under him as he listened to Seokjin tell him off after he fucked up has become way too familiar. Deep down, he almost regretted buying Helena on such impulse despite her previous owner warning him that she needs an experienced rider. However, he was also grateful, because in the first few minutes of his first lesson with her, she managed to bring his ass back to Earth and explain to him very quickly that he's not nearly as experienced as he liked to think.

"That was a rhetorical question, of course you know. The real question is, why don't you do it?" Seokjin demanded. "She's tense. You're tense. She's greener than you are and she's also kind of a bitch. You know she will give you shit for not letting her use her neck. If you do a six stride in four strides, at least jump it properly. Why don't you let her use her neck?"

Jungkook didn't know. Every lesson, he got bombarded with Seokjin's inquisitive questions that were supposed to make Jungkook think and correct his mistakes, but all they've achieved was that they made Jungkook feel dumb. Everything Seokjin said Jungkook knew. He just never applied it, through the cloud in his brain and through the panic of fucking up, through Helena's skittish behavior that humbled him a little too much for sitting on a green horse. He got into his head and got blocked. And along with his head, his shoulders, hips, knees and elbows got blocked too, and Helena wasn't stupid or easy, so the second she felt Jungkook's elbows stiffen and hit her mouth, she would pull. And pull. And pull.

Seokjin shook his head quietly. "I am losing my shit with you, Jungkook," he mumbled. Maybe this is a good time to quit riding forever, Jungkook thought. In his ten years of riding he's never felt this incapable.