Raw [Vkook]

23: My First Love....

Blue Jeans - Lana Del Rey

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Jungkook watches with a wet rag on his bloody knuckles as Woosung taps away on his phone with his facial expression vividly demonstrating that he is evidently pissed off. Even through the Joker make up, Jungkook could still see that troubling embodiment that he has memorized all too well in the years.

The type where his jaw is clenched, teeth gritted, eyes glaring, hands shaking in that need to hit something, deep breathes as he tries to calm himself down to not lash out in anger. It's the type of expression that would never have been directed to Jungkook personally, but on others yes, and that alone was terrifying to see from a second perspective.

Now that it's towards him just made him start to shiver on the spot in unease.

He doesn't know what to expect at all.

The make-up doesn't help. If anything, it's as though he's plotting to kill him at any given moment if Jungkook utters a single word.

The two haven't said a word to each other. Woosung only went to get a clean rag from the bathroom connected to this bed room and wets it, telling him to press it on his knuckles while he does something on his phone.

After a few more taps, Woosung sets it aside with a heavy sigh, "Done, the video was deleted from every phone in this party."

Wait what?

That's what he was doing?! Hacking other phones through his own phone!??

"What if they sent it to someone else or if others left by the time you deleted it?"

Woosung remains with eyes hooded, slowly moving a hand to tap the space on the bed beside him, "I said it's gone from every phone that filmed you, connected phone to it, social media, everyone, as if it didn't exist. Trust in my skills, or have you lost your touch while being here already?"

Well..... A small stab was expected.

Doesn't mean it still didn't hurt, yet he knows Woosung is just mad because he's worried.

He's not the type to lash out his anger on him.

A slight frown twitches Jungkook's lips as he slowly trails towards him and sits on the bed, letting Woosung take his hand carefully in his and press on his bloody knuckles with the rag like how he used to do back then whenever Jungkook got into physical fights.

Woosung used to always take care of him whenever Jungkook got a little reckless, and clearly those are habits that's not easy to shrug off.

For a moment it all feels like how it was back then. They were two stupid teenagers in love, who took care of one another and made sure that nothing would be a tough struggle for them to overcome as long as they were together. Since Woosung is the eldest, he was more protective over Jungkook, even though Jungkook got into the most fights to protect him even if he didn't need to do that.

Woosung is never one to fist fight someone if they piss him off, he tries off the talking method for a while and if it doesn't work Jungkook would be there to swing. They both know Woosung would completely lose himself if he fights someone, since it has happened plenty of times before and that's why he doesn't go to fighting instantly.

They were the almost like the Bonnie and Clyde of the town, maybe a little more crazy for each other, but that was never a problem for anyone.

Being near Woosung now just feels overwhelming, he could barely even breathe and still feels that fuzzy whirl circulating his body like a disease. Jungkook's heart is thrusting fast, nearly provoking from it pulsating out of his chest.