home; kv.

six.

there's domestic violence in this book I forgot to say at the start (not between taekook)

Taehyung flinched awake to the sound of loud music blaring through the house. He squirmed on his bed which had no pillow or covers, just a jacket he had been using a duvet and accidentally kicked off himself. So unfortunately, he had nothing but his hands to cover his ears with.

"Fuck sake!" He cried and dragged himself out of bed, "I just wanted to take a nap!" He stomped towards the source of the music which was of course Jeongguk's room.

The second he stopped in front of the door, the tench of weed slapped him across the face to which he responded by kicking the door open aggressively.

Jeongguk looked up from his bed with a baggy in his hand and an annoyed face that read 'what the fuck?'

"Turn it off!" Taehyung yelled over the music, groaning when Jeongguk just looked away and continued to carefully put some powder into the bag and weigh it.

Jeongguk did become annoyed of Taehyung's presence though, so he turned the music off tutted, "I hate silence."

"Well play it quietly in the background or something, I don't need to be hearing it as well." Taehyung crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.

"Get out of my room, I can smell your breath from here." Jeongguk spat and smirked to himself when he saw the anger grow on the latters puffy face, "You look cute like that."

"My breath does not stink- I brushed my teeth! You didn't even let me nap long enough for it to smell."

"Quit yapping and go away." The brunette tutted in annoyance and checked what else he had left to pack. I'm definitely going to make a lot of money today with all these orders. What a good day.

"You know you're ruining people's lives selling all that." Taehyung strung his finger out at the drugs that he was referring to and let his lips tug down.

"They chose to do it." Jeongguk bluntly answered clearly not caring about anyone else's problems.

"You're giving them access to continue doing it. You could be giving that to an abusive father who might get high and beat his children."

"Womp womp." Jeongguk stood up and picked up the labelled baggies and made his way over to Taehyung, "I don't care what happens to other people as long as I get the £400 I'm expected to earn today."

"Can't you get it in a better way?"

"If you find a way to get money, let me know. Hey, maybe you should help me deal? I'll give you 10% of whatever I earn." Jeongguk offered even though by the look on Taehyung's face he knew what the answer was.

"No thanks, I don't-"

"Yeah okay, I don't care." At that, Jeongguk pushed past him and loudly yawned, "Have fun selling your shitty art works."

Taehyung scoffed and headed back to his own room where there was some paint scattered on the floor and canvases waiting to be painted. My art is not shitty, dickhead.

He sat himself down on the floor and picked up a paintbrush to continue one of his pieces. But, before he could even mix any paint his door swung open to reveal Jeongguk.

"What now?" Taehyung frowned.

"The coke buyers get a little aggressive, come with me and I'll give you £20." Jeongguk stated and waited for the boy to agree.

"How the hell am I supposed to help with that?"

"Just be a witness or some shit if I get stabbed, now hurry up."