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Jeongguk slapped Taehyung.

"Stop pitting yourself and grow up for once!", it wasn't tragic, the camera had witnessed it too. Jeongguk might've tried remaining calm, he always had, but something didn't feel right. He wasn't sure if it was about Taehyung or himself, but the thing the other had said, definitely pulled a trigger.

It had started a few minutes ago, when Jeongguk had walked back inside the venue after facing yet another breakdown, wiping his hands with a tissue paper, making it seem like he had used the restroom for real. He wasn't in his best state then, the ability of looking through his camera had jumped out of the window, and he was shaking for a very unknown reason. And then the question dropped like a missile, leaving another hole in his conscience, weakening his rationality. 'Do you have any Tattoos?'

Taehyung had shook his head, with a slight frown, that matched his demeanour then. However, right now, he looked anything but intimidating. His eyes were fixed on the carpet, as his nose flared in humiliation, but somewhere, he knew he deserved it. The slap, that is.

'Will you ever have a tattoo in future?'
'Do I wanna be a freak in near future? lol no! Tattoos are stupid.'

Jeongguk had heard it a many times, and the same thing coming out of Taehyung's mouth shouldn't have affected him. But it did. He remembers living up to a lie for years, a word of him killing his best friend's mother, it haunted him, cause he believed it. He remembers what happened to his sister, and what had happened to them later.

Even now, Jeongguk had realised why Taehyung was bad mouthing him, taunting him, as if, he had never liked him. Maybe he hadn't.

"You're sick!", he whispered and stormed outside, not minding how his colleagues called out to him. He wanted to be alone.

Taehyung was probably outraged, because Jeongguk soon felt a harsh pull on his arm, that dragged him in a green room. "You don't talk to me like that."

Jeongguk was crying, and he felt stupid because he was. His legs were trembling and he knew if he didn't leave the venue right then, he might get an anxiety stroke in front of Taehyung.

"Let go." ,he whispered softly, fighting a battle within, that made him feel, as if, his brain might burst apart.

"Did I ever mention you Jeongguk? in anything I said?", Jeongguk felt the older's grip around his arm tighten, as he roughly got shook and slammed against a wall, "Speak, dammit!"

"L-let go.."

"No! You don't get to treat me like dust Jeongguk, i've been in love with you for so long, and all I get is a stupid cold shoulder, that I certainly do not deserve."

Jeongguk promised himself that he wouldn't break down, for his argument had yet not been placed. His eyes twitched as he kneed Taehyung, and blew a punch on his face.