Bands suck;vkook

Chapter 1 ;jungkookie

"Kookie I swear if you don't turn that toxic shit off I will scream." V groaned, rolling over and dramatically putting a pillow over his head. Kicking his legs and groaning into the pillow, jungkook yelled at him over the fit he was throwing.

"Tae babe, you know you love it" jungkook smirked, turning the volume up louder to drown out the sound of v whining.
"This is bullshittttttt." V said, throwing the pillow at jungkook as he made his way to the door.
"I'm going to eat my feelings away, don't bother asking me for any cause I officially hate you." V said, storming out of the room, and into the kitchen of their shared apartment.

"You know you love me boo." Jungkook yelled, his voice sounding though the house.

"No I don't" v mumbled, walking towards the fridge, pulling out the leftover food container, only to find 2 and a half French fries and a half used bbq sauce.

"Great just great, I have to put up with jungkooks stupid ass band obsession, and him eating my food." V groaned, walking to the garbage can, dumping the food and going to wash the container.

Jungkooks POV
I know that taehyung hated the music that I listened too, but it was always fun to bother him, he through mini temper tantrums like he was four and would walk out of the room.

I turned up my music a little louder and started dancing around the room. I had always loved this song, and I listened to it so often that I choreographed a dance that went with it.
(It's the dance that they do durning DOPE)

"Five six seven eight, one two three four" I counted out loud and I moved my arms and legs to the beat of the music. Dancing was always something that came easy to me. I enjoyed it a lot, especially when I was stressed.

Only 6 of my closest friends knew about my musical and rhythmical side.

"Seven eight one two." I mumbled, my words being interrupted by v, walking into the room, with two bowls of strawberries and whipped cream in his hands.

"I felt bad not bring you some, doesn't mean I don't still hate you." He said lowly, plopping down on my bed, his rectangular smile creeping up onto his face.

"Mucho loveo" I said, causing his smile to widen.
"You know adding "o" to the end of every word doesn't make it Spanish" v said, laughing as he put a spoonful of my favorite snack into his mouth.

V's pov
"Bands suck. Bands suuuuckkkk bands suck oh yeah" I sang loudly over jungkooks music.
"Your making me sad teahyung, your being a very bad friend." Kookie joked, putting his head in his hand, pretending to cry.

"Oh boo hoo. Suck it up kookie." I said. Throwing yet another pillow at him.
"Ok." He said, getting up and grinning widely.
"Don't you dare!" I yelled, as kookie walked towards the music.
"What? Do this?" He sheepishly grinned, turning the volume on the speaker all the way up.

"We made and agreement! I buy you the speaker, it doesn't go past volume 15." I groaned. Setting down my empty bowl, and walking over to the speaker. I reached my hand out to turn the volume down.

"Nope, not today, you must deal with my music." Jungkook smirked, smacking my hand away.
"How about you go to the store, we need some groceries and its your turn anyways, when you get back, the music will be off." Kookie smiled, pushing me towards the door.

"Ok fine. Butimtakingyourcar." I mumbled and ran out of his room, closing the door behind me to give me a better chance of actually getting away with taking his car. I ran down all 23 stairs and grabbed his keys. I heard footsteps following behind me.

"NO YOUR NOT V" Jungkook yelled, chasing after me. I threw the door to our apartment open and closed it loudly, running to the fire escape stairs, kookie following behind me.

I made it to the parking garage and searched desperately for his car, by the time I found it, jungkook was standing by the front of it, grinning at me.

"Looks like your not taking my car." He said, walking towards me.

"Oh come on! I ran all the ways down here." I whined, stomping my feet.
"Ok fine, but I'm coming with you, I don't trust you with my bestfriend." He said, patting the hood of his jeep.
"I thought I was your bestfriend." I fake pouted, crossing my arms.
"Ok I dont trust you with my second bestfriend." He corrected.
"Much better, now let's go get foooodddd." I said, pointing my finger in the air and walking to his car.

A/n first chapterrrrre;)