His grip on that glass of champagne suddenly lost its strength; if not for his fast reflexes, he would indeed have dropped it down. Watching you entering the aisle to give your vows to another man was a bullet to his heart which he painfully took.
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When anger foments, it becomes the most pungent liquor distilled for quite a time; it turns into a poisonous beverage; drinking it could be fatal; it kills instantly.
"Jimin, open the door." Taehyung knocked and kicked vigorously at the entrance of Jimin's house after several failed attempts to unlock the digital lock with the password his friend provided, "open the fucking door before I break it, Jimin."
The sort of ire resulting from curbing different matters creates disasters similar to aggressive earthquakes; it shakes mountains, it swallows them under the ground; repressed anger has the same pattern a dying star has, it explodes at a certain point, leaving behind a black hole with an unreachable and unmeasurable end that lures whatever is in its surroundings with its supermassive gravity.
Betrayal is the first trigger of such a phenomenon. Betrayal is the primary source of tragedies.
In history, betrayal has been the reason behind shud tears; it killed friendship, slaughtering companionship and brotherhood in the process; For instance, when Julio Caesar witnessed the betrayal of his friend Bruto, the sword at his neck didn't matter, even though he was about to die, but the sight of the man closer to him than his own bloodline amused by the results of his terrible deeds did. "Et Tu, Brute?" Was all the betrayed friend muttered before drifting off into what might be a better place.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jimin asked, surprised by the man who barged into his house like an unleashed dog suffering rage, yanking him on the wall as he led toward the foyer without as much as a greeting that would've cost him not even a penny; "I was in the bathroom, couldn't you be a bit patient? Fuck you; you woke up the whole neighborhood."
Taehyung threw his jacket on the sofa; he ran his fingers through his hair in one night more than he'd done in the past thirty years he had spent in this cruel world. Inhaling deeply, intending to soothe a fit of anger that wasn't exactly going to fade only with a mere oxygen intake, he waited for Jimin to join him in the living room.
Jimin watched with widened eyes as Taehyung opened his barrel cuffs and rolled his sleeves, exhibiting the protruding veins on his forearms as the muscles twitched mainly from the tension that overtook his body; "what's your problem, Taehyung? What's happened?"
Taehyung couldn't bother with an answer, for words weren't at his disposal, nor were they sufficient to explain his stance, but surprisingly, his glare conveyed unworldly his utter resentment. His actions weren't short in that regard either, resulting in a competition that ended with Taehyung opting for the latter as his choice of the day.
His fist turned his knuckles sheer white and deprived of blood, his nails dug deep inside his palm as he marched at a fast but confident pace toward Jimin's standing figure, and in the blink of an eye, Jimin found himself chilling on the cold ground with the corner of his lips bleeding.
The blow wasn't enough to deliver Taehyung's missing words, which is why he took it upon himself to explain further by pulling Jimin from the ground without allowing him time to process what he had gone through; he dragged and yanked the flustered man against the wall, letting the bitter coldness of it to complement the pain he was facing from the hard impact his body underwent, and the emotional one resulting from the incomprehension of the whole situation.
