I'm sorry brother ⚣ vkook ⚣ completed

Chapter 3

It was already late in the evening when I grabbed my bike and cycled to Beakhyun's house, my old friend. He lived there together with his boyfriend Chanyeol, they had been in a successful relationship for about 7 years now. Chanyeol has told how he wanted to ask Beakhyun to marry him, and if I'd be his man of honor. Of course I said yes.

"Taehyung! You came!" An excited Baekhyun opened the front door, he gave me a quick hug before pulling away to study my face. "Jesus, what happened?"'

"Is that Tae?" Chanyeol appeared from behind Baekhyun. "What happened to your face man? That looks painful"

"I-uhhh, I fell from the stairs when carrying the laundy" I quickly lied and scratched my neck in fake embarrassment. Baekhyun seemed to believe it, Chanyeol, however, did not.

"Be more careful next time" Beakhyun scolded softly and let me in. There was no escaping of Chanyeol's suspicious look. We sat down on the couch for a few seconds before Baekhyun stood up again. I licked my lips in anticipation.

"Would you like something to drink?" The smaller boy offered. I nodded. "Tea as always?" Another nod.

I watched as he walked to the kitchen, looking everywhere but Chanyeol's piercing gaze.

"So... What really happened? No lies this time" he finally asked. I looked down and fidgeted with my fingers, muttering a small reply.

"What was that?" He asked confused.

"Jungkook threw things at me" I mumbled a bit louder.

"He did fucking what?!" Chanyeol shot up. "How dare he!"

"It was my fault, h-he was upset about something and I bothered him and-"

"This is not your fault, it does not give him the fucking right to throw things at you!" Chanyeol yelled. He stood close to me, his height imitated me even more. Chanyeol could be very unpredictable when angry.

"Who threw what at my Tae?" A confused Baekhyun appeared in the doorway. I gulped.

"What did that brat throw at you?" Chanyeol continued.

"M-maybe some b-books, pens and beer b-bottles" I again licked my lips nervously, a habit.

"Where is he? I'm going to kill him" Chanyeol grabbed his shoes and his jacket and turned expectingly to me.

"Don't please, it's fine" I begged. I might hate Jungkook, but I don't want him hurt.

"It's not! After all you've done for him, you do not deserve to be thrown books and beer bottles at!" Chanyeol yelled. I flinched. "now tell me where he is!"

"Namjoon's" I whispered, a bit scared of my own friend. He quickly grabbed his car keys and slammed the door closed behind himself. I could hear the car start up and speed away.

"Let's go after him before he really does kill him" Baekhyun grabbed the keys of his own car and dragged me with him. I sat silently in the passenger seat. Hoping he indeed would not really kill Jungkook.

"He's mental" I heard Baekhyun mumble as he pulled in the driveway. Chanyeol had already gotten out of his car and was furiously knocking on the front door. I unbuckled myself and got out before the car even got to a full stop.

"Tae!" Baekhyun yelled as I stumbled on the driveway.

Then the front door opened.

"Where is he?" Chanyeol asked as he pushed past a surprised Namjoon. He tried to stop him, but what can you do against a guy almost a head taller? I followed him into the house without a say.

"Jeon Jungkook!" Chanyeol yelled. He looked around the first floor before going upstairs. A few heads looked around the corner of one of the rooms upstairs. They saw a furious Chanyeol and quickly disappeared in panic, trying to close the door.

"Yah!" Chanyeol ran to the room and slammed the door open with one move. I tried to stop him by pulling his shirt, but nothing helped.

He raised his fist and struck a shocked Jungkook. The younger stumbled back, but didn't get a moment to react as another punch was landed.

"You ungrateful piece of fucking shit!" Chanyeol cursed him out. "How dare you! After everything he's done for you!"

"Stop it, please stop it" I pleaded, more tears streaming down my face. I stood infront of Chanyeol just as his tightly clenched fist came down. I felt a hard punch on my nose, but tried my best to ignored it when my tall friend stopped in surprise.

Jungkook's friends helped the youngest up, though they were confused as well.

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill his ass right now!" Chanyeol asked, but stopped when he saw my tear stained face. I felt something warm run down my nose once again.

"What the fuck was that for?" Jungkook soon took Chanyeol attention off me and held his cheek. Beakhyun grabbed my arm and pulled me a few feet behind Chanyeol as he continued to rage.

"Are you ok?" He asked softly. I nodded and held a hand under my chin, blood leaking on it.

"What was it for? That was for fucking throwing bottles at your brother! Who works his ass off and continues to care for you even when he can't get a mother fucking thank you! You ungrateful shit!-" Chanyeol was about to attack him again.

"Stop it!" Beakhyun's words put his boyfriend to a stop. He walked calmly to Jungkook, looking at him with a grimace. "You disgust me. Don't expect to be welcomed home, because Taehyung is staying with us. Let's see how you'll manage yourself" his words were calm and sounded collected, althoug I knew better than to believe that facade. Nobody moved until Baekhyun was done staring the younger down and walked back, grabbed my hand to pull me after him. I heard two pairs of footsteps behind us, Namjoon had followed us down the stairs.

"I don't know what happened, but I hope you talked some sense into him" He looked at me and frowned. "I think you need to clean up a bit first"

I walked after Namjoon and cleaned the blood off my face with some water from the tap. He gave me a few tissues and led us to the door.

"I'd say you'll always be welcome here, but I don't know if that's the case" Namjoon joked, he laughed at his own joke but that quickly died down as he saw Chanyeol's cold look. "Right, uhhm, bye" the door closed awkwardly.

"Let's get your stuff and go home" Baekhyun patted my shoulder and we got back into the car.

The punch had messe with my head, everything was spinning and going too fast to comprehend. My eyes drooped tiredly and I fell asleep as we pulled out of the driveway.