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"do what, kim." he snapped.
oh dear god, i hope he didn't hear what i said when i threatened his father.
"you defended me."
"do you really think I wan't to be investigated even more? do you have any idea what kind of shit I would be in if you had died back there?"
"still, why-"
"because it was fucking brutal to see you like that, taehyung."
"you've done worse, I don't see how that's supposed to clear your case."
"what. why're you bringing that shit up?!" jungkook groaned. he clearly was affected when he saw taehyung completely defenceless. he somehow thought that he would stand up against his father, but when he couldn't, jungkook was extremely scared because the way taehyung acted shot a bullet right through his heart.
"why didn't you fight back? that's the real question we're supposed to be answering here."
"because he's fucking strong. he could've snapped my neck in two seconds if he wasn't as drunk as he was."
"it's good I jumped out then."
taehyung's ear burned at the memory and he looked up, eyebrows furrowed.
"don't think for a second that you can do this, jungkook. I said it, I'll say it again. it's all a game. this. everything. watch me ruin you." he grunted.
"taehyung. how 'bout we make a deal."
"what fucking deal."
"no more fighting."
"oh to hell with your lies, you fucking asshole."
"I know I lie a lot, taehyung, but this time I'm not. just, no more fighting. and you know we have low tolerance towards each other, so just-"
"stop it. I'm not falling for this shit. you'd be the first one to leap at me."
"fine, give me 48 hours. if I lay a finger on you, watch me allow you to beat the crap out of me."
taehyung didn't answer and continued to sit on the couch, craning his neck as his stomach grumbled. he muttered a low 'fuck' underneath his breath. he didn't want to eat. at least not with jeon.
"taehyung. listen to me. it's a good deal, why aren't you agreeing?"
"cause you won't fucking keep to it- ah!" taehyung groaned as his stomach twisted in pain. he hadn't eaten for a long time.
jungkook sighed and went to taehyung with a bottle of juice.
"it's all that's there right now, drink up." jungkook shrugged.
taehyung shook his head vigourously but jungkook opened it, and kept the cap as he handed it to taehyung.
he took a sip and sunk back into the sofa, looking out of the window.
"are you considering it?"
"I said no, jeon."
"I need an answer as to why you're saying so."
"I've stated my facts."
"not a good enough reason. you assuming that I won't keep it ain't enough of an excuse."
"I just really don't like you, jungkook." taehyung sighed as he sipped out of the bottle again. "you've ruined my life ever since sixth grade. I don't know what I did to you but all you did was hurt me, physically and emotionally. call me an emo child all you want but you have no clue how much of a damage you've done to this heart. doesn't matter if you attack me anymore, I've grown numb to the pain you inflict."
"why do you-
why do you not want to fix things?" jungkook looked down after taehyung's long explanation. he was a little guilty, but he hadn't realised fully what he had really done to taehyung.
"fix what? broken friendships? or the several bones in my goddamn body."
