home; kv.

eight.

Jeongguk rubbed his forehead frustrated, staring at the boy swallowing a pill and downing it with some water. He sat down on the bench in some random park which was supposed to be relaxing.

"Why the fuck is your forehead that colour?" The boy asked him.

Jeongguk gritted his teeth, "My stupid fucking roommate painted a micro dick on my forehead while I was asleep."

The latter snorted, "Dickhead."

"Shut up Minho, I'm gonna start changing you more." Jeongguk glared at the boy who raised his hands in defeat, "He's so fucking annoying, I need to teach him a lesson."

"Why don't you? Go beat him or something, you have a lot of muscles." Minho suggested to the latter who put on a hesitant face.

"I can't."

"Why? Is he too strong?"

"No," Jeongguk scoffed, "I could probably take him down with two fingers."

"So...?"

"It's..." Jeongguk sighed and looked around cautiously, "He's really fucking pretty."

"What?" Minho stared at him bewildered, "How's that supposed to stop you? You almost sparked Hoseok in the jaw today for not paying up and he's the best looking guy I've ever seen."

"Yeah he is but this is different, every-time I try to hit him he gives me this dumbass look that makes me stop."

"Oh so you like him and if you hit him that would be like abusive or something?"

"I think I'd rather take ket, weed, drink mixed alcohol while on antidepressants than ever like someone as annoying as him." Jeongguk sternly told the man who snorted, "You know what I don't care he's pretty, I'll fuck him up if I have to."

"Are you gonna go back? The Xanax is hitting me and I'm kinda tired now." Minho slowly spoke, blinking just as tiredly too.

"Yeah I need to get this shit off my forehead." Jeongguk stood up first, turning to the boy who passed him some cash and quietly thanked him.

Hoseok and Minho, that's a good amount of friends. I need to make more at Hoseok's party so I don't have to hangout with my dumbass roommate.

Jeongguk began to walk back to the house, the entire walk he was in a low mood ready to snap at whatever looked his way. The park was 20 minutes away from the place, it felt much shorter as he was beginning to get more eager to fix his forehead.

"Taehyung!" Jeongguk yelled the second he stepped in, appearing as an angry cartoon character. His sharp eyes darted to the top of the stairs where he was waiting for Taehyung to appear at. But he was left disappointed.

With long steps up the stairs, he stormed up to the boys room and kicked it open with little force.

As expected, Taehyung was sat on the floor with a paintbrush in his hand and a wide smile that fell when his eyes landed on the furious brunette.

"Please don't ruin my mood, my job interview went really well." Taehyung sighed, shoulders dropping when Jeongguk stomped inside and grabbed the boy by his collar to lift him up, "Hey careful!"

"Get this shit off my forehead, Kim." Jeongguk glared at the boy who rolled his eyes and pushed him back.

"Go wash it with warm water and soap-"

"I did that in the morning, I've tried rubbing it off the entire day too and it's not coming off. Get rid of this or I swear I'm gonna make sure you're never able to paint again." Jeongguk stepped closer to the boy who seemed unamused and didn't flinch.