Thin Walls

Chapter 17

just gonna casually leave this here...

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Sulking away in his apartment sounded like a better idea than it actually was. The silence that filled the thin-walled apartment was eating away at Taehyung. It made him feel as if we was drowning in his own thoughts and that just made everything ten times worse than he thought possible.

Which led him to the gym. Why he went there out of all places, he had no idea. Maybe it's the idea that he'll be able to 'blow off some steam' if he hits something or works out. That and he can blast music into his ears and drown out his thoughts.

But, that didn't go as planned either. Instead his shuffled playlist decided to play every single sad or love song Taehyung had, which given the circumstance was not his favoured taste in music at the moment.

So there he stood, punching the life out of the heavy bag. After an hour of lifting weights and running on the treadmill, this was so far the most satisfied he's been all day. Each time he swung his fists at the bag, it was as if his worries flung themselves out of his mind along with his harsh hits.

"Fuck Hoseok." Punch. "Fuck Jimin." Punch. "Fuck them coming to stay here because you couldn't be strong enough to say no." Punch. "Fuck their wedding." Punch. "Ugh just fuck!" Taehyung sent multiple hits to the punching bag, his force so great that the bag swung from side to side.

"Oh and Jungkook..." Taehyung let out a breathless laugh. His hair now sticking to his face that was sleeping out sweat along with the rest of his body.

"Jungkook." Punch. "The great Mr Jeon." Punch. "The asshole who's making me think all these crazy things." Punch. "The fuckboy who's so good-looking." Punch.

Taehyung didn't even realise that his punches gradually became softer and softer.

"Your boss who gave you a job you've always wanted to do." Hit. "The man who eats dinner with you." Hit. "The same guy that makes you smile and laugh so effortlessly." Pat. "The only guy that makes your heart flutter and your stomach turn." Pat. "The man you like." Poke.

Oh shit.

Taehyung dropped his hands to his sides, his heart clenching at the sudden confirmation. Of course it was clear before, but there was a sudden wave of clarity that overflooded his system. It was official for himself now. Taehyung liked Jungkook.

The realisation had Taehyung's head spinning, so much so that he had to grab onto the punching bag to balance himself. That would've worked if the bag itself was grounded, but of course it wasn't and Taehyung couldn't save himself before he put all of his weight onto the bag and slowly toppled over. He braced himself for impact with the ground, shutting his eyes tightly as his body tipped over, but he never reached the floor.

His heartbeat was loud enough for tenants on the tenth floor to hear. Even after his body stopped moving, Taehyung still refused to open his eyes as he tried to process what could have just happened.

"Hey... It's okay, you're okay Tae..." His body, that was already jittering from the shock of it all, suddenly shook more as the sound of his voice travelled through his ears.

Taehyung peeked open his left eye and immediately noticed the strong hands near his face that were holding onto the other side of the punching bag to balance it. He let his eye follow the outline of a vein that disappeared underneath the black blazer of the man.

The blazer was designed with thin green stripes on the black base. Taehyung opened his other eye and let them both go upwards along the lines until he eventually locked gazes with his saviour.