Our Demons//Taekook

Jungkook - 20

“Let’s start a fucking war!” That’s what I shouted this morning, to which everyone rolled their eyes as if I was being unreasonable, when the fact is, we should’ve started this war two weeks ago, after those fucker Serpents
thought it was a good idea to attack our home. But I’m cool. I can roll with it.
Lie, fucking liar. Except for a little arson and chucking one of their cars down a cliff, I didn’t get much action. Fine. So yoongi did give me a few targets to eliminate and I go to the fight club like my life depends on it.

But none of that is enough for the war machine brewing inside me. It might also have to do with other particular circumstances that I can’t seem to fucking understand anymore. Instead of giving us what we all need—the war—yoongi told me to calm down, and soobin said it would be better if he takes me on a walk, to which I replied that I’m not his fucking dog.

Still, we walk down the cobbled streets, throughout the old town, attracting more attention than necessary. Or more like, I do, for fuck’s sake. “You need to stop glaring at anyone who looks at you,” soobin says with his usual calm, looking every bit the dignified gentleman that he most definitely is not.

“Maybe they need to stop looking at me.” I snarl at a lady who keeps walking and glancing behind her.She runs inside one of the stores as if her ass is on fire. “Jeez, hyung. Way to scare the locals.”

“This is dumb. Let’s go to the fight club, where I can beat you the fuck up.”

“Pass. I’m meeting my jun and I can’t suffer from a black eye.” I stare at him with mock disbelief. “Are you telling me your boy is more important than me? Your cousin with whom you grew up?”

“Why is that a question? Of course he is.”

“bin, you motherfucking—”

“Oh, please. Quit the dramatics. You already have someone who’s more important than us.” I pause and narrow my eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “Your failed attempts at sneaking around at night and at the crack of dawn. Care to share where you go?”

“Fuck off.”

“Oh? Didn’t know you had the ability to be secretive, dear cousin. My, my. I’m officially intrigued.”

“Un-intrigue yourself.”

“That’s not a word. Hmm. It can’t be your fuck buddies since you didn’t shy away from flaunting them in our faces and disturbing us with your excessive porn shows and extravagant orgies. The fact that they disappeared altogether and you told the guards to kick out your toys whenever they come to the mansion means one thing.”

“Which is?”

“You really do have a special one.”

“Don’t make me flash you in public, because I’ll totally fucking do it.”

“There are a bunch of prudes here, hyung. You’ll end up in jail.”

“Don’t fucking care.”

“If it’s not the one, the only other option is…you went exclusive.”

Fucking soobin and his psycho mind should be banned from existing around me. I’m struggling as it is and barely stopping myself from shouting that “I’m off to fuck my tiger” every night and “I’m gonna give my Tiger a good morning kiss” every day. It should be blasphemous that I’m expected to keep any sort of secret. I’m a muscles guy who prefers speaking with his fists. Everything else needs to fuck right the fuck off.

I don’t like complicated. I don’t do complicated.Anyone who entrusts me with their secrets is a fool. Taehyung is a fucking fool. But he believes in my discretion, so I can’t just advertise the whole unorthodox relationship. Though he’d lose his marbles if I were to call it a relationship.