Behind the Scenes

So Show Me

I dozed off in the van and dreamt about the members and I in the bodies of our BT21 characters. I was on Mars and Jungkook was on Venus. We were shouting song lyrics to each other, hoping that our voices would reach one another.

I yelled, so show me! And in return heard a barely audible, I'll show you!

Followed by his turn of shouting, so show me...

But before I could give a response, I heard,

"...that link."

I opened my eyes and found myself soaked in the bathtub of our apartment. I blinked and slowly recalled that we arrived home a couple of hours ago, headed to the studio for a practice session, had Jin's omelette rice for dinner, then I went ahead to take a bath.

I don't recall when exactly I fell asleep. Neither do I remember whether Jungkook asking me for the link to that fanfic happened in reality or in my dream.

I quickly rinsed myself, got off the tub, and dried myself.

I paused.

Shit, left my underwear. I cursed under my breath while wrapping the damp towel around my waist and slipping into my cotton slippers. 

I opened the door and stepped out of the steamy bathroom, a breeze of cold air-con air slamming against my warm body. 

Our new apartment was massive. So massive that it was a pain to have to walk all the way to the other side of the complex to reach my room.

"You left your underwear again, didn't you?" On the living room couch lay a half-awake Min Yoongi.

"Yes."

"Of course you did. Anyway, could you help me pass this to Jungkook? I don't want to move." His arm dangled lazily on the edge of the couch and groggily handed me a blue portable charger.

"Sure," I said plainly while taking the item from his loose grasp. 

He rolled to his side so his back was facing mine. "Thanks. He's working out in his room, by the way."

"Okay. Good night, hyung."

He didn't reply.

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Before knocking at Jungkook's door, I could already hear his heavy breathing. "Yah, Jungkook. Open the door. Suga told me to give this portable charger to you."

The heavy breathing stopped.

The door opened halfway to reveal a shirtless Jungkook and he reached out his hand to collect the item until he realized I was only wearing a towel then went on to open it fully. "TaeTae hyung. I know you've graduated from wearing a robe to only a towel but when are you going to remember your underwear?"

"The day you stop being afraid of girls."

He feigned a laugh and rolled his eyes, "Thanks for the charger. You can go now."

"Wait. Keep working out. I want to watch."

He raised a brow and said hesitantly, "Okay."

I crossed my arms and leaned on the doorframe, observing his every move as he got on the floor on all fours and carried on with his 240 push-ups. After finishing a set, he got up and raised his arms to grab on his pull-up bars.

He started off looking down and with just his body facing mine. Then in the middle of his set, he looked up and our eyes met. 

He went on to do his pull ups with his eyes locked on mine. I didn't know where to look or how to calm down my uncontrollably increasing blood pressure. 

Sweat was dripping down his temples and met under his chin while he mouthed numbers, taking tabs on his pull up count. I bit my lip as racy thoughts crossed my mind whenever I saw his abs grow more defined every time he flexed his... juicy biceps... 

...Juicy biceps? 

"Taehyung, what are you doing?"

I jumped. "Jimin!" Behind me, another 95-liner was walking past Jungkook's room with a confused expression.

I stammered, "I-I was just watching our maknae work out. For reference."

Jungkook finished his set and stood under the bars. I strutted to his side so that our shoulders were touching and we were both facing Jimin.

I placed my hand on Jungkook's abs and and then on my tummy. I put on an annoyed expression, "Ugh."

Jimin laughed, "Taehyung, you should start working out too."

"I really should."

He waved his hand and walked away.

"I should get going too," I said, "Goodnight Jungkook."

Just before I could walk far enough to exit the room, Jungkook grabbed my arm.

"Wait."

"What?"

"The link."

My heart stopped. "What link?"

"Of that fanfic. The one where you and I were characters and—"

"—No!" I pulled my arm to try and rip it off of his grip, but to no avail.

"But why?"

"Just, no. I am not giving you the link to that fanfic. Good night." I said sternly, wearing an expression that half-cursed at the younger boy and half-begged him to let me go.

I tried to turn away but he tightened his grasp. I flinched, "Jungkook!"

"What's wrong with sending me the link? We're not kids anymore." He stepped forward.

I started flailing my arms, now desperate to be freed, "Why would you even want to read that fanfic? It's about you and I... you and I doing d-dirty stuff."  

He shut the door behind me and pushed me so that my back was pressed onto it. His bright eyes were locked on mine and he stayed quiet.

I panicked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

He leaned forward, "Because—"

—And my towel slipped off.