i

“Where are you going?”

The man in question froze on his spot when he heard the all-too-familiar voice of his hyung, Yoongi.

“To the gym?” It came out more of a question rather than an answer as Yoongi stares at him like he’d just grown two heads, or as if he just sacrificed a cat to get his wish granted by some demon.

“Excuse me? Did I hear that right? Gym?” 

Taehyung sighs at this, shoulders slumping forward

“Yes, hyung, to the gym, where people work out? Does it ring a bell or should I pull out a dictionary to give you the full definition?”

Yoongi snorts, not at all pleased by his sassiness

“I know the meaning of gym, Taehyung, thank you very much,” he replies sarcastically, but still, Taehyung sees the confusion in the elder’s eyes “but what I meant is that, why are you going to the gym?”

Right, Yoongi doesn’t know that he started going to the gym due to some personal reason of his.

“To help Jungkook with his regimen.” He lied easily, thank heavens he’d started getting better in lying (sort of)

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing the younger (so maybe not), “but Jimin already does that,” he points out “they’re workout buddies, so why you,” Yoongi points a finger at him for emphasis “out of all people, would go to accompany him? I mean, look at you?” Yoongi gestures to Taehyung in general

Taehyung feels suddenly embarrassed

“You mean like a toothpick? Ah, thank you for pointing out the obvious, hyung, but I am gravely aware of the situation.” Taehyung says with a hint of hurt and sadness which he tried to cover up, Yoongi was able to detect it nonetheless so he tries to backpedal

“No, Taehyung-ah, I didn’t mean it that way, I- I’m sorry.” Yoongi mutters something under his breath that Taehyung didn’t quite catch “I just… Why would Jungkook ask you if he already has Jimin?”

“I don’t know, hyung, maybe he just wants to spend some time with me?” Taehyung wishes for the conversation to end already, he’s already running late for his session

“Ah, right.” Yoongi says meekly

“I need to get going, hyung, bye!”

Yoongi watched the younger’s back as he shuts the door behind him.

He sighs to himself because he just made things awkward, somehow.





 

ii

“Taehyung, did you start buying tight-fitting shirts or my eyes are just playing tricks on me? They look so… fit on you.” Yoongi notes, and Taehyung’s not sure whether he sounded incredulous or a bit… displeased? Taehyung couldn’t exactly tell anymore.

“Why? Is there something wrong with it?” Taehyung should’ve felt offended but it was Yoongi who’s asking, so instead, he asked a bit hopefully

“No, it’s just that,” Yoongi paused, thinking of the words he should say next in order not to offend the other “it’s kinda distracting?” (Not exactly what you want to say, Yoongi) “Maybe