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16: dinner

Taehyung managed to drag his feets back to his house after Jungkook left.

He understands that Jungkook was just worried about him, but he couldn't accept it. Being vulnerable, or talking about his feelings have always been difficult for the brunette and to do that with Jungkook-someone who has hated him for almost his entire life, it wasn't easy.

Also the fact that Jungkook could easily guess who did this to his face, terrified him. Was it so obvious? Did everyone else know what kind of a person his mother is? Was everyone aware of the kind of hell his so-called home is? It scared him and he took all of the frustration out on Jungkook.

A few months back, this wouldn't have mattered. They have always fought, so why would one more time matter right? But somehow, things doesn't feel like the same anymore. He says he hates the other, but does he really?

Taehyung halted his steps at that. His eyes widened at the thought that just crossed his mind. What is that even supposed to mean?

But before he could ponder more on it he was being turned around by a grip on his upper arm. Before he could register it, a tube of some sort was shoved onto his chest that he quickly reached out to hold, reading the name for a second. It was a tube of antiseptic cream.

"Fucking asshole."

Taehyung looked up to see Jungkook, who glared at him for a second before turning around and walking away to the opposite side of the road, to his house.

Taehyung blinked, taking a moment to register what just happened, before his grip on the tube tightened and he took quick steps forward to stop the other by holding his forearm.

Jungkook turned around, looking highly irritated, and stared at where the brunette was holding his hand and then looked up, "what do you want?"

I don't fucking know. Taehyung thought. He doesn't even know why he stopped the other. Isn't this what he wanted? To be left alone? Then why did he act so impulsively and held onto the other. Well, fuck, just say something damnit.

"You didn't buy anything from the store. Didn't you go there to get yourself some dinner?"

Jungkook scoffed, pulling away his hand rather harshly, "and what the fuck is it to you?" He said and turned around.

Taehyung bite his lower lip, contemplating, as he watched the other unlocking his door, "come over. I'll cook." What the hell am I saying?

Jungkook's stopped halfway through pushing the door open. He turned around with a frown, "what?"

"Well," Taehyung avoided eye contact, well, fuck it, "I was going to cook for myself anyway. I can cook a little bit more."

Jungkook scoffed, "yeah? And what happened to minding your own goddamn business?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes, "don't then. I'll cook here. I'm just returning the favour." He started walking towards the front door but the ravenette stopped him by placing one of his hand on the opposite wall, frowning.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

"Jesus Christ, Jungkook. Stop being so fucking dramatic. Either move the fuck away and let me enter or come over." The brunette glared at the said boy, whose frown only deepened.

Jungkook stayed quiet for a few seconds and then huffed, "fine." He pushed the other away and locked the door and turned around with a smirk, "since you wanna be my servant so bad, I'll let you."

Taehyung only scoffed, amused, as he watched the other make his way towards his house, as he started walking as well.

Jungkook watched as Taehyung switched on the lights, while taking off his shoes. He followed behind the other. "What are you gonna make?"