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Two weeks later...
Two weeks had passed since the private wedding, a compromise the brothers had convinced their father to agree to. They’d insisted on a smaller affair, hoping it would ease some tension. However, the ceremony hadn’t exactly gone off without a hitch. Right in front of their carefully selected guests, Hoseok and Namjoon had launched into a heated argument that quickly spiraled into a full-blown fight. By the end, they both sported matching black eyes, courtesy of each other’s punches, and left the guests whispering and wide-eyed.
Now, in the back of the car on the way to their shared home, Namjoon and Hoseok sat on either side of Jungkook, glaring daggers across him. Jungkook, feeling the tension bristle around him, looked as though he wished he could vanish.
Hoseok broke the silence with a scoff. “I really hope you get hit by a truck, Namjoon. Maybe then I’ll get some peace.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah? I’d probably get hit by one just trying to get away from your obnoxious whining.”
Hoseok’s eyes narrowed. “Obnoxious whining? At least I don’t look like I crawled out of the bargain bin of a second-rate thrift store.”
Namjoon snorted. “Better that than looking like a wannabe model for expired skincare products.”
Jungkook sat between them, already rubbing his temples as Hoseok shot back. “Expired? Says the guy who looks like he hasn’t slept in a decade. Are those bags under your eyes or storage compartments?”
Namjoon scowled, crossing his arms. “At least I can pull off the ‘brooding intellectual’ look, unlike you, who just looks… I don’t know, perpetually constipated?”
“Constipated? You’re the one who walks like he’s got a permanent stick up his ass. And newsflash, Namjoon—looking like an ‘intellectual’ doesn’t make you one.”
Jungkook sighed, trying to slide a bit farther away as the argument raged on.
“Oh, please,” Namjoon replied, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’d rather have a stick up my ass than look like I belong in one of those cringey, trashy soap operas. At least I’ve got some taste.”
“Your taste is as bland as your entire personality,” Hoseok shot back. “And I’d rather star in a soap opera than look like a robot who’s never had a genuine emotion in his life!”
Namjoon rolled his eyes. “And I’d rather be a robot than have a personality that makes people want to slam their heads into a wall just listening to you talk.”
“Hey! At least I don’t make people fall asleep every time I open my mouth. You could probably lecture a rock to death!”
Jungkook tried to duck further down as Hoseok leaned across him, pointing a finger at Namjoon. “And another thing—”
But before Hoseok could continue, Yoongi’s voice boomed from the front seat. “Will you two idiots just cut it out?!”
Both of them fell silent, glaring at each other as Jungkook took the opportunity to finally slide to the side, a look of pure relief on his face.
Yoongi turned to Hoseok, fixing him with a stern look. “What’s your problem, huh? You’re our fiancé now, so maybe try showing a little respect.”
Hoseok scoffed, crossing his arms. “Oh, so it’s all on me? Respect goes both ways, you know.”
Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “Funny you should say that, since you haven’t shown us an ounce of respect since the moment we met.”
“Because none of you have done anything to earn it!” Hoseok snapped back.
Namjoon leaned in, joining the argument again. “Oh, here we go. Victim Hoseok, always blaming everyone else but himself.”
Hoseok’s voice rose. “You’re one to talk! You think you’re so high and mighty, don’t you?”
“Maybe if you weren’t so busy being petty, you’d actually see we’re trying to make this work!” Namjoon shot back, voice filled with exasperation.
The bickering resumed with renewed intensity, each of them slinging insults faster than Jungkook could even follow. Sighing, Jungkook tried to inch his way out from between them, throwing up his hands as he muttered, “You know what? Go ahead and kill each other.”
Taehyung and Jin shared a look from the front seat, both of them shaking their heads as they watched the chaos unfold.
“This marriage is a mess,” Jin muttered, his voice tinged with resignation.
Taehyung nodded, sighing. “A disaster waiting to happen.”
And as the argument in the back continued to rage, it seemed like “disaster” might be an understatement.
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Cursed Vows(BTS X Hobi)
FanfictionHoseok is just an ordinary young man trying to survive each day, juggling a restaurant job and the weight of a broken family. Dropping out of school to escape his abusive parents, he's long given up on the idea of happiness-until a single act of kin...
