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both their heads jerked towards the door as the bell rang out. taehyung knew who it was and smiled, opening the door. jungkook stood, hands shoved deep into his pockets, huffing out smoke.
"cut that out." jimin's voice interrupted him and jungkook looked at him, glaring.
"my house, park. not yours."
"taehyung doesn't respond well to it. do you want him to fuckin' choke?" just as jimin said it, taehyung turned around to excuse himself as he coughed.
"I wouldn't mind that at all, to be honest." jungkook explained.
jimin had had enough and walked up to jungkook, bunching up the front of his shirt into a fist, growling in anger at him.
fuck, he's scary when he's angry.
jungkook pushed aside that thought because no one can scare him.
"make tae cough like that once more, and you won't see daylight."
jungkook gulped, and jimin noticed.
"good." jimin smirked, letting go of jungkook. he may be short, but hell he was packed with a lot of strength.
the handcuffs clinked as taehyung went to the room opposite jungkook's, holding jimin's hand.
jungkook felt something when he saw that, he didn't know what. he couldn't place his finger on what that emotion was, but his jaw clenched.
he sat in the opposite room, groaning when he heard laughter erupt from the other room. taehyung was moving way too much and jungkook's wrist was close to tearing apart from the pain. the handcuffs were clearly low-quality. jungkook winced as he held it to his chest, but a sudden strong tug pulled him off the bed.
"fuck." jungkook said as he saw the marks that the cuff had made on his left hand. he was ready to fight once again but something stopped him when he saw what was happening opposite his room. he looked head on, eyes wide.
