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Jungkook sighed. His chest was heaving and he had his hands on his hips trying to calm his erratic breathing. His lungs ached and he was drenched in sweat. He pulled his gym shorts down a little insecurely and lifted the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead and hairline.
Running twenty laps of a big enough hall does things to your body goddamn.
“Jeon Jungkook”
His names booms around the school gym, effectively quieting the chatter of all the students in the gym. They were all sitting on the floor “stretching” while their gym coach was nowhere to be seen. Hence why Jungkook took the initiative and jogged twenty laps of the gym every week. Jungkook wasn’t even sure he could identify their gym coach if asked, it had been so long since he last saw him. Jungkook blinked and registered that it was in fact, his name, that was just yelled from across the room. He turned towards the voice and was surprised to Kim Taehyung standing there watching him.
Kim Taehyung, the school’s cheeky sweetheart, the lead role in this years annual musical, a straight a student with such charisma that the teachers wouldn't even consider putting him in detention for his ‘inappropriate behavior’ i.e. getting caught making out with girls and boys alike in -by now- the majority of the available rooms in the school. He was also older than Jungkook and was something more of a myth than an actual person to him and yet, there he was standing at the door of the gym eyeing him with a grin.
“Jeon Jungkook,” he repeated and with a pout he yelled “please fuck me”
To say Jungkook was shocked would be a gigantic understatement. He was shook to the max. His jaw positively dropped and his eyes widened. The silence in the room went unnoticed by Jungkook as he stood stock still staring at Kim Taehyung. Said boy didn’t seem to be to bothered and even batted his eyelashes at him, pout still present.
Jungkook hadn’t really -looked- at Taehyung before but now he couldn’t really not. He noticed that Taehyung had very long eyelashes that brushed his cheeks and gorgeous brown almond-shaped eyes that complimented his beautifully tanned skin and his hair was a mop of messy brown that somehow still looked good.
It was a well known fact in school that Taehyung had a Nice Ass and Taehyung’s friends went around smacking and praising it daily, and basically preaching it to the freshmen like it's one of the Wonders of the World and Jungkook would not be the one to deny it.
He wasn’t really sure what to do, his thoughts were flying at 100 km/h. Taehyung seemed to read that and added another “please” with a smirk.
That caused Jungkook to snap out of his daze and his whole body jolted. Taehyung’s smirk was growing and Jungkook felt his body get riled up. Taehyung’s eyes were dancing and Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore.
Jungkook briskly started walking towards Taehyung his eyes never leaving him. Taehyung shrieked in good humour and turned on his heel and ran as fast as he could. Jungkook sprinted after him, jumping over Taehyung’s abandoned backpack at the door and tearing down the halls after Taehyung.
Taehyung was laughing gleefully and the thunderous sound coming from behind Jungkook told him that his whole gym class was following. Taehyung wasn’t too far ahead of him and before they knew it Taehyung was leading him through the cafeteria.
The authoritative voice of a teacher shouted “Stop” but Taehyung didn’t, he kept going out of the cafeteria and so Jungkook did too. Everyone else following had seemingly stopped at the teacher. They were still running but Jungkook could see Taehyung start to tire. Jungkook smirked he knew his twenty laps would come in handy some day.
With renewed confidence Jungkook sped up. There wasn’t much between them maybe two, three metres. Taehyung turned his head slightly and shot him a huge boxy grin with crinkled eyes and if Jungkook was a weaker man that smile would have laid him to rest but he was a man on a mission.
He reached forward and grabbed Taehyung’s hand, spinning him around. Taehyung stumbled a bit and Jungkook caught his other hand. Jungkook slammed him into the lockers beside him with his wrists above his head.
Taehyung groaned slightly but looked up at Jungkook looking absolutely smug. They just stared at each other as their chests heaved. Taehyungs bangs were a little sweaty and from distance Jungkook could see Taehyung’s strong ass eyebrow game. Other things he noticed that Taehyung had three moles on his face, one endearingly on the end of his nose.
When they were back to normal Jungkook dropped Taehyung’s wrists and his hand rubbed his neck. His cheeks unapologetically blushed pink and his eyes dropped to the floor. “I’m sorry if I hurt your back Taehyungssi I didn’t mean to slam you so hard”
Jungkook eyes at his feet missed Taehyung’s endeared smile before he felt taehyung’s hands on his shoulders. Taehyung whipped them around so Taehyung was pressed up against Jungkook, who was pressed up against the lockers.
Great you can’t escape now what a shame :), Jungkook’s mind added helpfuly.
It looked like Taehyung was about to say something but he was interrupted by
“Whoo fucking get it Taehyung! That's my boy!”
Taehyung rolled his eyes but shot his friend (Minho, Jungkook thought his name might be) a wink and shooed him off before turning back to Jungkook.
He separated their bodies but before Jungkook could feel sad he felt a hand petting his abs. Taehyung’s hand petting his abs. Taehyung leaned in beside his ear
“I don’t mind Jungkookie, I could fuck you if you want?” he whispered in a deep, sultry voice that Jungkook just knew he would hear in his future dreams.
Taehyung pulled away and Jungkook was sure Taehyung could feel his heart beating. Taehyung smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek completely making the mood do a 180 and jungkook felt a flutter in his chest.
“Bye Jungkookie see you later” Taehyung winked and started skipping down the hall.
Jungkook’s hand flew to his cheek and his brain tried to grasp at the moment trying figure out what the fuck just happened.
“Hiya Taehyung darling,” and voice accompanying clicking heels greeted, “oh Jungkook you should get to class”
Jungkook looked up and nodded at his English teacher, before pushing himself off the lockers and walking the long way back to the gym with a stupid smile on his face.
All he knew was two things; 1. Taehyung could quite possibly be interested in him (?!???!??) and 2. Kim Taehyung’s lips were softer than any other male or female to ever exist, ever. No tea just facts.