"𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜." ➳ 𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 🔞

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ㅡ Taehyung's POV ㅡ

I enter the room that Jungkook and I share, it's completely illuminated by the natural light that enters the windows, it's surprising since we have never moved the curtains.

My eyes freeze on the bed, on objects that I know well, all too well, and that I never wanted to see again.

Brushes and colours.

On my bed there is also a square wrapped object, it doesn't take a genius to understand that it's a new canvas.

I clench my fists, my nostrils widen with anger. I don't control my actions, I slam the door behind me and before I even realize I'm kicking the item that as soon as it crashes with my foot it shows that I was right, it was a white new painting. But now it's destroyed.

I throw it on the ground ending up breaking it completely. I was about to reach the brushes to make them do the same end, but a voice stops me and makes me turn around, my expression is wrinkled with anger.

《What the fuck are you doing Taehyung!?》 Jungkook yells at me.

《I told you I didn't want to start painting again!》 I scream back at him, I feel my veins throbbing in my neck.

《But there is no need to destroy everything!》

I approach him, we are face to face, in the middle, I put the wooden brushes and with force in my fingers, I break them in front of Jungkook's incredulous expression.

《Never dare again.》 I hiss between my teeth.

I try to get out of the room but before I can Jungkook grabs my wrist and pulls me forward again with force.

《Clean up this mess.》 He commands me through gritted teeth, staring at the pieces of wood and canvas on the floor.

I free myself from his grip.

《Force me.》I challenge him.

He turns his head and something has changed in his gaze, there is a threatening shadow and for a quick moment, I have chills all over my body.

Suddenly I feel a very strong pain on my jaw, I lose my balance by taking a few steps backwards. He hit me. I hold my jaw with my hand and Jungkook approaches me with the intent to continue, he is furious, but I will not be frightened.

I fling myself at him before he does, I punch his cheek back, his face turns to the side, making him even more furious.

His nostrils are wide and he breathes heavily, his eyes wide and shiny, he throws himself on me making us fall on the floor, my back slams against the wooden floor while Jungkook is on top of me trying to hit me in the face, I can defend myself for most attacks but some reach me.

I make a quick move with the pelvis causing him to lose his balance, now I am above him and I fill him with punches.

《YAH guys!》

The domineering voice of Mr. Jeon thunders behind us, immediately after I hear his hands take me by the shoulders and detach me from his son, there was also the mother who was holding Jungkook at bay.

They manage to keep us still, but we look at each other with blood-soaked eyes and breathe like two assanated bulls.

After our outburst, Jungkook's parents gave us a lecture talking about responsibility, common sense, and other things that I don't give a shit about. Nothing personal against them, but I'm mad at their son.

He has no right to get decisions like that. If I don't want to go back to painting, it's my shit to deal with and not his.

Now we are punished like two fucking kids, his parents before made us clean the mess that we did in the room.

《You could've told me you didn't want it and give it back to me.》

《I told you I didn't want to paint anymore.》

I hear him swallow. 《Does that permit you to destroy the gift?》

He glares at me.

《Nobody told you to give me that damn gift.》

《No, but you know, that's what friends do to help.》

《I didn't ask for your fucking help.》I say thru gritted teeth.

We challenge each other with our eyes for a few moments, until we are distracted by a noise coming from the entrance of the house, his parents are back.

They left us alone to reflect on our mistakes, in the living room, facing each other sitting at the table. They enter with a stern look and their arms crossed.

《Did you understand your mistakes?》

《Yes.》 We answer in unison.

《Great, we're going to eat out, if you want you can cook something, it's full of ingredients that we haven't used yet.》

《We should make our food while you go out?》 Jungkook asks annoyed.

《Watch your tone Jungkook, respect your mom.》his father scolds him.

《It's clear that you two need to resolve among yourselves, which is the most important thing.》

The parents leave us alone and we remain silent for a while. As much as it may seem the right and responsible thing to do as parents, I cannot deny that this whole situation irritates me.

Jungkook stands up and stretches.

《Can you cook?》

I shake my head in denial.

《We're screwed.》

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