𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

➪ 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆 >2 [𝗠]

(2nd part of angry)

It was 1am when Taehyung had gotten back home, fiddling with his keys, pushed the door open as soon as he unlocked it. He sighs tiredly, dumping his bag on the floor, pulling at his tie to loosen it. He was tired, emotionally and physically, head aching. Suddenly he steps on the broken shards of the vase, eyebrows furrowing.

What the hell!. He exclaims quietly, turning the light on to reveal the mess at the entrance. His panicks, thoughts going through his head.

The first thing he thought about was Jungkook. Was he ok? Was he hurt? Then he spotted the blue painting, how the huge ugly mark had ruined it. He knew how much the painting meant for the younger one, and that worried him.

He doesn't hesitate to go up the Stairs, his pace quick and frantic. Jungkook! He calls, running down the hallway, stopping at their shared bedroom door.

His hands were sweaty as he pushed the door knob, opening the door, looking towards the bed, spotting the boy sitting at the edge, head hanging low, bangs covering his face. The room was dark, yet the light of the moon lightened it. Taehyung stands at the door, watching the younger, hesitant to step closer to him.

But no matter what, it's his husband, he needs to make sure he's ok. So placing a foot in front of the other, he slowly approaches Jungkook, crouching down in front of him.

Jungkook? What happened downstairs? He questions, trying to sound as gentle as he could, he didn't want to irritate the younger or startled him.

The younger kept quiet, but his body was barely shaking, but Taehyung could feel it. His skin was also cold, almost freezing, more pale than usual. He places him hands on the side of Jungkook's thighs, caressing the skin. Baby what's wrong?

Jungkook grits his teeth at the nickname. Don't call me that. He spits, feeling anger rising up again.

Taehyung was taken aback, something telling him that this was another tantrum of his. He sighs, getting up from his knees. Should've known this was just another fucking tantrum of yours He scoffs, making his way to the bathroom.

Tantrum? A Tantrum?! Are you fucking kidding me! You fucking cheat on me and I'm the one throwing a tantrum?! FUCK YOU TAEHYUNG He screams, getting up on his feet.

Taehyung clenches his jaw, turning around slowly to look at his husband. Despite all the anger flashing in the younger's eye, he could see something else, but couldn't understand what it was.

For the last fucking time! I'm not cheating on you! Why can't you trust me?! Taehyung roared angrily.

I can't trust you because you only speak lies to me nowadays. Jungkook shouted back even more harshly.

I never fucking lied to you! Taehyung shouted back breathing heavily.

Oh really?! Then fucking tell me why your assistant came here to drop your stupid ass files, saying you're not even in your fucking office?! You're fucking another bitch aren't you?! Just fucking say it you coward! You're wasting my fucking time when I could be getting better dicking from someone who would actually fucking care about me and love me unlike you! Jungkook screamed, his face red due to his anger.

At his words, Taehyung's eyes darkened, he was no longer willing to play nice. He was so done with Jungkook's attitude, done with the fact that his marriage had gone straight downhill.

Taehyung's hands clenched into a fist before he roughly wraps a hand around Jungkook’s throat, slamming him against the nearest wall.

Jungkook whimpered, placing his hands over Taehyung's, looking up with wide scared eyes. Taehyung stared down at him, his aura was intimidating and dominating.