Canvas of love

The Rivalry Next Door

In the heart of their bustling neighborhood, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook were more than just neighbors—they were legendary rivals, their ongoing skirmishes becoming the stuff of local lore. Their contentious relationship was the talk of the streets, characterized by playful yet cutting exchanges that left onlookers both entertained and bewildered. They couldn't find common ground on anything, not even the simplest matters, like the best way to draw in a breath.

At 20, Taehyung exuded an effortlessly cool vibe, a laid-back demeanor wrapped in meticulously chosen outfits that spoke of sophisticated rebellion. With his tousled hair and charming smirk, he carried himself with a devil-may-care attitude that often enticed admiration and envy in equal measure. 

In contrast, 18-year-old Jungkook was the epitome of the neighborhood's golden boy—physically fit and intellectually sharp, he blended charisma with a mischievous streak that made him irresistible, but also infuriating. 

Jungkook frequently set his sights on Taehyung, considering him the perfect target for an avalanche of pranks and playful teasing. Meanwhile, Taehyung rolled his eyes at Jungkook's antics, labeling him a spoiled brat in desperate need of a hefty reality check.

Even though Taehyung and Jungkook had a strong rivalry, their parents remained good friends. This friendship lasted for years, filled with joyful family gatherings and a sense of togetherness. Every weekend, the families met, hoping that their time together would ease the tension between their sons. However, in a shared room, Taehyung and Jungkook could hardly spend five minutes without arguing. Their interactions were filled with sharp remarks, showing the tough relationship they had—like oil and water, always clashing and never settling.

"Mom, do we really have to spend the evening with the Jeons again?" 

Taehyung complained, his voice thick with reluctance. It was a crisp Saturday evening, and as they got ready to head over for dinner, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping in. 

"I'd honestly rather gargle nails than endure another night of listening to Jungkook endlessly brag about himself."

His mother glanced at him, her eyebrow arched in a blend of amusement and disapproval. 

"Taehyung, we've been friends with them for years," 

she replied, her tone firm yet patient. 

"It's important to nurture friendships, and besides, the world doesn't revolve around your preferences."

"Try telling that to Jungkook," 

Taehyung mumbled under his breath, yanking on his sneakers as he let out a dramatic sigh. He could already picture the evening ahead: Jungkook on his usual pedestal, animatedly recounting his latest accomplishments while the rest of them listened, some of them even nodding with admiration. The thought only made Taehyung's stomach churn.

Across the yard, Jungkook was visibly unenthused about the evening's plans. As he slumped at the wooden picnic table, he shot his mom a desperate glance while she deftly stirred a bubbling pot of soup on the stove. The comforting aroma of simmering vegetables filled the air, but it did little to lift his spirits.

"Mom, do we really have to invite the Kims over for dinner?" 

Jungkook asked, a hint of frustration lacing his voice. He crossed his arms, feeling the weight of the impending gathering. 

"I mean, have you seen the way Taehyung struts around? He acts like he's some big shot, but honestly, he can't even open a pickle jar without my help! Remember last time? I had to rescue him from an embarrassing pickle disaster."