SAVE ME ||A Kim Taehyung Fanfiction||

⫣47⫦ Big vs. Small

Another Spoiler Alert for Heal Me!!!!

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Okay, maybe I do have mood swings like that of a toddler.

I don't even manage to stay mad at Taehyung for an hour.

It turns out both Jin and Yoongi happen to be amazing cooks, and I gobble down their prepared breakfast like I haven't eaten in days.

And even though I told Hoseok not to apologize, he can't help himself as he keeps saying sorry. Not as much as Jungkook though, who still feels terrible about not being strong enough.
He promises to train and work-out even harder.

I soak up every second with them for the next two days.

We do a lot of planning and scheming, preparing every possible scenario for the mayor's party next Friday.
I sit and listen and gape at Namjoon as he comes up with situation after situation, explaining the best way to handle them.

Nothing escapes his notice, his mind razor sharp like he can see everything flash in front of his eyes in perfect detail.

His mind is absolutely stunning- he doesn't forget a single thing.

We go through every profile of the suspects again, and more than once, Taehyung has to rip me out of my thoughts when I stare at the young face of Park Seo-joon, trying my best to remember where I had seen that face before, but the memory just doesn't want to surface.

I stare at my father's profile just as much.

Seeing my eyes in his face, remembering a thousand moments with him, good and bad, only to read all the data they collected about a man so ruthless and power-hungry, he must have been made up.

And of course there is my training with Jimin and Jungkook.

After three rounds with Taehyung, Namjoon had forbidden him to train me- probably because we always ended up making out wildly on the training floor.

Just his touch makes my body react, awakening that feeling inside and then there is no stopping us.

Maybe it's better this way.
I really do need to learn a lot as I find out just how good the maknae line is.

It's Jungkook who teaches me the basics of hand-to-hand combat, trimming me until I can hardly keep on my feet, my body running with sweat and my entire body aching.
I may be able to avoid some of his attacks, but once he gets a hold of me, I already lost, getting the breath knocked out of me when I hit the matt.

But it's Jimin who gives me the best advice on how to use my speed and agility to my advantage.
Where Jungkook is strong and aggressive, Jimin is fast.

And I mean really, bloody fast.

I don't have time to blink before I'm on my ass as he uses gravity and my own body mass against me, pinning me to the ground in seconds and then showing me that sexy smirk of his.

He moves so elegantly and gracefully, his white hair making him look like a sweet, innocent angel, but all that is just a front: as is his small frame.

His body control is some next level shit, able to move so fast, he even seems to blur in front of me.

He then breaks down the moves, explaining to me how to hold myself, how to turn someone else's advantage such as height and strength against them by using fast but simple moves.

I smirk, glancing to my left where Jungkook is doing some push ups.

"So, are you telling me you can throw JK on his ass then?"

Jimin smirks like the devil himself and his eyes sparkle at my challenging voice.

"You don't think I can?", he purrs.

I step a little closer, our noses almost touching.
He is only a little taller than me as I raise my eyebrows with pursed lips, hands on my hips.

"I believe it when I see it."

He holds my eyes, still smirking when he suddenly calls:
"Hey, JK, wanna show Lian here what a real fight looks like?"

I turn in time to see Jungkook snap his head around, his eyes flying wide as he stops mid push up, his abs gleaming in the hot sun.

Yummi...

"What? JK is fighting Jimin!?" I hear Jin shout from the other side.

He, Hoseok and Yoongi had started doing some laps around the camp and just passed us when Jimin challenged Jungkook.
They might not be the 'doers', but they have to keep themselves fit as well.

Namjoon looks up from his place in the sun chair, the notebook in front of him abandoned on the floor as he he stands and joins us too.

Hwasa would freak if she knew he as wearing those horrible sunglasses again!

"Really?" He asked, while Yoongi comes to his side, grinning:
"We haven't seen that in a long time. You think JK might finally win?"

I gape in surprise.
So Jimin wasn't joking.

"Nah, Jimin is still gonna kick his ass," Taehyung falls in, joining my side and wrapping an arm around my hips, pulling me close.

He's been doing his own work out routine and his body is all hot and sweaty, driving me crazy and making me think very, very naughty things.

I lean into him, bringing my hands around his topless middle and a thrill runs through me as I feel his body shudder at my touch.

Jungkook has finally gotten over his initial shock and also comes over, towering over Jimin.
He looks both nervous and excited as he glances down at him.
It should be ridiculous to think that Jimin stood a chance, but the way he grins up at him tells a different story.
Cocky and confident.

"You sure, ChimChim?"

Jimin steps closer, having to angle his head up to meet Jungkook's eyes, a spark in his eyes.

"Why? You're afraid they'll think you're the bottom if I put you on you ass?"

I let out a choke, as do the others.
But Jungkook is not in the mood to back down as he grabs Jimin and pulls him against him, angling his head down.

For all his dirty talk, Jimin suddenly turns very quiet and blushes as his eyes dip down to Jungkook's lips as if they put him under a spell.
He looks even tinier in the maknae's arms.

"You wish. They'll never think that, no matter who ends up on top in this fight."