Warning: There's some SERIOUSLY emotional shit in this . . . sorry.
Otp: Yoonjin/Jinsuga Genre: Violence Requested by DemBangtanBoys (You know you're amazing! And I hope you'll like it!!! 😘)
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"You Love Me. You Hate Me (What's The Difference Anyway?)"
Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi didn't always get into fights, but when they did, they practically fought to the death.
The fighting only stopped when they were separated. Once in a while they would end with someone passing out. The two boys were constantly getting on each other's nerves. Nonstop. 'It was all Seokjin hyung's fault!' 'Not even! This is so your fault Min Yoongi!!!' They seemed as though they were constantly bickering, punching, kicking, pulling, pushing, scarring, and bruising each other to the point of bleeding and suffocating.
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Kim Seokjin groaned in protest at the morning sunlight casting on his face as he stretched and yawned sleepily. Well, he sort of stretched since there was a strong arm and leg holding him down to the bed he was laying on. And yet, that wasn't his bed he was sleeping on, nor was that his pillow nestled under his head and neck, in fact- not even the bedroom he was currently resting in belonged to him.
He tried his best to calm himself down by taking slow deep breaths, which (much to Seokjin's surprise) actually started working in numbing his nerves, until he remembered that there was someone sleeping beside him, that is. Seokjin tried moving away but the person pulled him closer in their sleep. The young man just resorted to tuning his head to see if he could recognize their face.
The other male opened his eyes slowly and was smiling warmly, until his eyes locked onto Seokjin's. Min Yoongi screamed once his mind it processed who he was sharing a bed with, grabbed a pillow next to him, and slammed it onto Seokjin's body harshly. Seokjin quickly covered Yoongi's mouth, ignoring how hard Yoongi was hitting him to push him away.
Once Yoongi stood he took a 360° turn around the bedroom before looking at the side of the bed and gasping. Catching Seokjin's attention the older boy was trying to get the younger to tell him what's wrong, but Yoongi was too blank-faced to even realize it. "No," Yoongi whispered under his breath once his eyes met with Seokjin's sleepy face. "No, no, no, no, no . . . . . . . holy shit, this is bad. This is really fucking bad." Yoongi threaded his fingers into his own hair, and looked back down at the floor, and Seokjin hesitantly stood to walk over to the younger.
"What is it?"
"We hadsex, last night." Yoongi stated pointing towards the floor where a bunch of empty bottles of alcohol, a pair of handcuffs, a small pile of white-stained clothes, and a small (empty) red bottle of lubricant. "We hadsex, last night, hyung." Yoongi repeated his voice shaking.
