Fool for you

Chapter:2

“I think we should move!” Jin hurries them, jaw set, “it’s time.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon sighs, “Time to plug in my headphones and pray for the set to be over quickly.”

“Why don’t you leave if you are in so much pain?!” Jin asks, glares.

“Oh, I wish,” Namjoon wails dramatically, “but the owners of the gig won’t pay us until the shows are over. So…”

“You really think,” jungkook breathes out a chuckle, “We will sit here, and listen to you all’s cry as high-notes with baby-pop lyrics and stupid hip-thrusts if we could help it?”

Taehyung breathes out a laugh, “well at least we have lyrics. All you people do is growl into the mic and hump your guitars because no one would hump against you.”

Namjoon curses, trying to stand up but Hoseok grips his shoulder and forces him down on his sit.

“Guys,” Hoseok sighs, “I am tired, can we order something?”

It’s a clear indication of the conversation ending. The ‘Zenith’ lounges on the sit and jungkook ’s band turns away for the performance.

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When the lights flash across the stage and Taehyung grabs onto the mic, he ignores the thought that jeon jungkook is watching him from his booth. Taehyung makes a mental note to himself that he won’t look at the direction of the booth once in his performance.

“I am sorry you all had to go through a torturous set to get to us,” he smiles at the crowd who response to him with laughs and cheers, “as we all know, the showstoppers come last. Right?”

The cheers intensify. Taehyung grins and turns to his band mates. Jimin is laughing at him and Jin has a satisfied smirk on his lips.

So Taehyung starts the gig.

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Their ‘rivalry,’ as Jin calls it, started when the boys rented the same place for practice.

It’s a dingy basement of an old lady’s house who is too deaf to hear their bickering, shouts, the instruments or the complaints of water dripping through the roof.

They can’t afford a better place. Both parties. So they bear through it.

Taehyung ’s team practices in the morning. 6am to 6pm, the basement belongs to them.

6pm to 6am, it belongs to Zenith.

They always fight about the timings and how the other group never leave on time. They complain about their instruments getting used. They complain about too many pizza boxes in the trashcan.

They complain about everything and yet they can’t help but share the same place. Because money is short and this is their love that is yet to take a flight.