Someone to me

Part 1

Taehyung was currently doing his work in the living room, sitting on the couch as he typed on his computer.

J: ughh
T: What is it? You look like you've swallowed a lemon.

Looking up from his laptop screen, Taehyung's gaze falls on Jungkook, who was pacing around the room.

T: I swear, if you don't start being more cooperative, I'm going to strangle you with my bare hands.

His tone was sharp, laced with annoyance.
He paused for a moment, taking in Jungkook's agitated demeanor before continuing.

T: It's not that hard, you know. All we need is your signature here. Just sign already!

He thrust a piece of paper towards Jungkook, tapping impatiently on his keyboard. Without waiting for an answer, Taehyung turned his attention back to his computer screen, his fingers dancing over the keys once again. He was used to dealing with Jungkook's tantrums by now. After a few moments of tense silence, Taehyung finally spoke up again, his voice low and even.

T: Jungkook, listen to me carefully. We're partners in this business, whether you like it or not. So stop acting like a child and just sign the damn papers.

He didn't look up from his screen, but the edge in his words made it clear he wasn't in the mood for games.

J: what if I don't??

Pausing his typing, Taehyung slowly turns to face Jungkook, his gaze intense.

T: If you don't, then I will make sure you
regret it.

His voice was quiet yet menacing, leaving no room for argument.

J: You will make me regret?!! Haha, impossible .

With a sigh, Taehyung pushed away from the desk, standing up to his full height. His eyes locked onto Jungkook's, a silent challenge burning within them.

T: Oh, it's very possible, trust me.

His tone was calm, but there was a dangerous undercurrent to it.

J: we'll then try me...

A slow, predatory grin spread across Taehyung's face as he took a step closer to Jungkook, his eyes never leaving his opponent's.

T: Alright, let's see how long you can last against me.

His hand shot out, grabbing Jungkook's wrist and twisting it sharply behind his back.

Jungkooks pov

I turn around and hit taehyungs balls hard making him lose balance.

As Jungkook attempted to pull free, Taehyung tightened his grip, a smirk playing on his lips.

T: Is that all you got?

Despite the taunt, Taehyung remained steady, refusing to be swayed by Jungkook's attempts to distract him.

J: O well....

Jungkook took another step closer to taehyung and punched him on the face making his lip bleed. A surprised grunt escaped Taehyung's lips as Jungkook's fist connected with his jaw, causing him to stumble back a step. A thin line of blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth, staining his perfect white teeth red.

T: You think that's gonna stop me?

His voice was filled with rage, but there was also a hint of respect for Jungkook's unexpected strength. Wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, Taehyung charged forward, tackling Jungkook to the ground. They rolled around, trading blows and grappling for dominance.

T: You may have caught me off guard, but I won't underestimate you again.

Each punch and kick they landed seemed to fuel their competitive spirit, their anger turning into a primal battle for supremacy.

Suddenly their assistants (namjoon and yoongi) and pulled us apart.

Panting heavily, Taehyung glared at Jungkook through narrowed eyes, his chest heaving with exerted breaths. The taste of blood still lingered on his tongue, adding an extra layer of fury to his expression.

T: This isn't over.

J: who said it's over?? You'll pay for it Kim...

Jungkook growled, struggling against Namjoons grip around my shoulders

T: do you think you can do that Jeon I'm gonna make you regret your decision.

Yoongi: V stop it let's go we have a meeting so please go wash your face..

Namjoon: he is right koo, you to go.

Still seething with anger, Taehyung allowed Yoongi to lead him towards the bathroom, his gaze never leaving Jungkook's form. As soon as they were alone, he broke free from Namjoon grasp, stalking towards the sink.

J: You better hope I don't find you waiting outside when I get done here.

His voice was low and threatening, promising retribution for what had just transpired.