the rules of love and war.

01

"FIGHT!" Someone from down the hall screamed as the sound of a body being thrown against the lockers rang out. I grimaced as shouting ensued and desperate cries to appease the opponents filled the air. I shook my head, praying that it wasn't who I thought it was beating the crap out of each other.

But who was I kidding? For quite some time, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook have been on each other's cases. No one knew when it first started, not even me, despite the fact that Taehyung was my boyfriend. Yes, we have been together for three years, and he has been attempting to kill Jungkook for two years. Yet, Taehyung still to this day refuses to tell me anything.

My best friend, Park Chaeyoung, sighed from next to me. I knew she was thinking the exact same thing I was. "How much do you want to bet it's the macho men at it?" she groaned, rubbing her temples as we approached the scene. I merely shook my head, not even in the mood to put up with Chaeyoung's attempt at lightening up the situation.

She knew how much I hated fights. She knew how much I hated when Taehyung and Jungkook were at each other for some godforsaken reason. She knew how much I loved Taehyung, willing him to stop the violence each and every day. But she also saw how he brushed me off, saying that Jungkook deserved every punch and jab thrown at him. She saw how quickly he was capable of turning violent, to the point where she feared that one day he'd lay a hand on me.

If I hadn't known Taehyung for so long, I probably would have broken up with him after the fifth fight. The problem was that I knew he had a loving side - the side of him that initially caught my attention when we were freshman in high school. But now, that side of him was virtually gone. It was replaced with this evil doppelganger, set on destroying Jeon Jungkook, even if it was the last thing he ever did. But I couldn't find it in my heart to end things with Taehyung. All I could remember was the sweet fifteen-year-old boy who had asked me out to Friendly's for our very first date and had his mother drive us around.

Too bad that Kim Taehyung was more than gone.

I pushed my way into the middle of the growing mob, only to see Jeon Jungkook punching the shit out of my boyfriend. Taehyung was lying there, helpless, as he took each blow to the face without complaint. Without thinking, I shoved my bag into Chaeyoung's arms and stomped over to the pair. I grabbed Jungkook's arm, just as he was about to deliver another blow that could've easily knocked out Taehyung.

Jungkook looked up in shock but intensified his glare when he saw it was me. "Well, if it isn't Taehyung's little girl out to save him." He sneered, pushing himself off of Taehyung's body. I glanced over at him, but he wasn't really moving as his friends rushed around to help him up. I wasn't paying much attention to the guy in front of me until I realized I was backed up against the lockers with nowhere to go. "Why are you with that punk-ass shitbag anyway?" he laughed, putting his hand up against my neck.

I tried to turn away from him, but he wouldn't take any of it. Instead, he pulled me closer, bringing my face only millimetres away from his. "Don't touch me." I hissed, using my hand to push away from him. Instead of faltering, he merely held on tighter, much to my dismay.

"Stay out of our fucking business." He spat menacingly. I cringed slightly, not wanting to get any closer to him. No, it wasn't because he was an unattractive person. In fact, he was quite the opposite. Though I've never told anyone, Jungkook was hands down, far more attractive than Taehyung in every way. It was a known fact, even to all the girls in our circle of friends. Of course, no one dared to say anything, in fear of being ousted. Jungkook was big, much buffer (hence Taehyung being pommeled to the ground), and just an overall much hotter guy.

Asides from that, he had nothing. He was simply a bully, a guy who picked on everyone, no matter their size. Rumour has it that he does Brazilian Jujitsu and mixed martial arts, in hopes of being a part of the UFC before he hits the age of twenty. To be honest, I would not be surprised by those rumours if they were in fact true.

Without another word, Jungkook released me, pushing me back gently, glaring at me as he backed away from me. "Tell your boyfriend to back the fuck away from me. Maybe then, he'll be able to save some pride and dignity before I put him into ICU next time." He laughed, purposely bumping shoulders with Taehyung as Jungkook walked past him. Taehyung stumbled slightly but said nothing as Jungkook joined his friends at the back of the circle, high-fiving and slapping his back as if he had just thrown the final touchdown in overtime to win the Super Bowl.

Fuck him and his friends. All of them were worthless.

"There's nothing left to see, people." Taehyung's best friend, Jung Hoseok, snapped as people began dispersing, talking quietly amongst themselves as they recounted another epic fight between the infamous duo. "Get outta here. It's none of your business." He approached me as I stared after Jungkook. "Lisa, are you the only one getting sick of this?" he said in a hushed voice, glancing between Jungkook and Taehyung.

I shook my head, turning my eyes towards Taehyung. He had a bloody lip and a fading black eye, courtesy of the fight Taehyung had started only two days ago. Based on the swelling of his other eye, another bruise was about to pop up. It was a wonder his parents didn't care about the so-called mysterious injuries appearing on him every other day. It frankly shocked me that they could not care less about his well being and the constant phone calls they received about his behaviour.

But that's what happens when you have parents who are more focused on their job rather than their own son.

"But what can we even do?" I retorted blandly, grabbing my bag from Chaeyoung. "It's not like we haven't tried before. What's to say he's not going to call us a bunch of dumbass idiots who don't know what we're talking about, like the other seventeen times we've begged him to stop."

"No." Hoseok shook his head, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I'm not telling you to talk to Taehyung about this." I stood there silently, cocking an eyebrow at him. If he was about to suggest what I thought he was, I would - "I want you to talk to Jeon." - have no hesitations in kicking him in the balls.

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This has been stuck in my head for so long and I suddenly began reminiscing about high school so I wanted to write a high school one :[

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