Stuffing a hand in his pocket, he tilted his head. Biting the corner of his lip, he took a thorough overview of her body before looking back at her teary honey orbs.
She felt chills, watching that obnoxious deadliness in his oceanic orbs. He started...
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Y/n felt like the land beneath her feet slipped away as her honey brown eyes got stuck on that person who was staring at Taehyung with his cold emotionless eyes as his gaze hadn't shifted to her yet.
Her heart sank and throat went dry as she trailed her fearful eyes to her left, but her soul left her body watching Taehyung's tightly set jaw and fisted palms shaking by his sides. His arm veins were pulsating from how hard he had clenched his fists. He was looking treacherous and almost on the edge of ripping something or someone apart.
Y/n's body trembled as Taehyung started taking heavy steps forward and stood before Jungkook. Her body stiffened in her place, her heart pounded hard against her ribs out of fear as they stood face to face, and she knew now something worse would happen.
But nothing like that happened. No one moved nor jumped on each other as she had thought. They both were just staring at each other. One was raging wrathfully while boring holes into the other, who was calmly watching him with his terrifyingly icy blank gaze.
"Can't you stop walking on the path which is not meant for you," Taehyung's cavernous voice cut through the deadly tense air. Rage, loath, and malice were dripping from his tone as he was tugging on the very last string of his patience.
"I'm sorry," Jungkook uttered, and Taehyung was a bit puzzled by the sudden simple and curt reply, but his fetally calm expressions didn't change by that. If anything, Jungkook's apology and calm demeanor provaked his inner beast even more, which was seeting inside just by the mere sight of the man before him that he felt like tainting that fucking face of his with his own fucking blood. That much he hated Jungkook.
Slightly clenching his jaw, Taehyung took a threatening long step towards him, reducing all the distance.
"You could've gotten me and my wife killed. You think you're fucking sorry would've fixed it?" his voice dropped even lower and dengerous. His pitch dark eyes pierced through Jungkook's dusky orbs nefariously.
Jungkook bit on his inner cheek, not replying this time, just staring into Taehyung's raging eyes, which were warning him of dread. He understood but he wasn't afraid of his threats. In fact, it made his gaze reflect sheer hatred and disgust towards Taehyung, which he didn't even try to shield.
Taehyung's eyes flared up, his anger was fueling the more Jungkook held his gaze which made him ball his fists abruptly, controlling the urge to dig his claws into his eyes and pluck out his eyeballs with his bare hands. He had never encountered someone who would stare into his eyes for more than a few seconds without fear. It was turning his inner malicious beast ferocious.
Both man remained on their spot, standing tall against each other and staring as if they were seconds away from snapping one another's neck until that shivering delicate voice broke the silence, gaining their attention,
