𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 | 𝐊- 𝐏𝐎𝐏

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾

“Hoseok, sit.”

Hoseok didn’t even hesitate to listen to Seokjin and plopped down on the couch. The nasty look he had on his face from the confrontation stayed in place though, no matter how obedient his reflex was.

“You too, Gguk.”

Jeongguk was a little more reluctant but did as he was told. He threw himself down, not looking Seokjin in the eyes in an act of defiance. “What is it, Hyung?” he grumbled, still sore about being left out of the gossip loop.

Arms folded over his chest and towering above the two on the sofa, Seokjin passed his gaze between them. His eyes were narrowed and dark, foreboding a harsh lecture. Broad, stiff shoulders showed off the anger he had been holding in since seeing you and Taehyung. “Alright,” he huffed. “Jeongguk; You first.”

The scowl didn’t lift from the younger’s face and neither did his body loosen up. He looked ready to bolt at any moment or jump someone if they said something wrong. If Eomma wasn’t in the house, he probably would have pushed his brother out of his way and locked himself in his room for the night.

“You try to run and Joon will sweep your legs and Jimin’ll wrestle you back onto this damn couch,” his brother threatened, not a hint of humor in his tone or his eyes.

“I’m not part of this,” Jimin shook his head and threw his hands up in a defensive move. He had been working out again lately, wanting to look his best for his wedding in a few months, so he was probably the only one in the room who could handle Jeongguk – as long as Namjoon the Scarecrow used his stupidly long legs to take him out first.

“Your fiancé started this, you’re part of it,” Seokjin whipped around and pointed a deadly finger at him.

“How did you know that?”

The eldest man shrugged. “She called me too.” His gaze shifted to Namjoon. “Never tell his fiancé anything – she can’t keep her mouth shut.”

“Neither can you,” Namjoon snorted.

“Why do you think I get along with her?” He spun on his heel, locking eyes once more with the youngest. “I’m losing my patience with you, Jeongguk.”

“What do you mean?” said boy asked cheekily.

Seokjin stood with his arms akimbo, looking at his brother like a kindergarten teacher scolding an unruly child. “I understand that you were feeling angry and confused tonight, but you were out of line tonight. Did you see how confused and embarrassed Y/N already was? She looked terrified too like we were about to eat her and Tae alive. And you just made it worse by snapping at her like that.”

“I know she was confused, but how do you think I feel?” Jeongguk countered angrily, white-knuckling the couch cushions. “She didn’t even tell me she was talking to the bastard, let alone dating him! How could it slip her mind to let her own brother know that she was back with the guy who threw her away! I deserved to know, too, don’t you think?”

“I know,” Seokjin nodded once, eyes closing in frustration. “I agree that she should have told you, but that doesn’t give you any right to scream at her and blame her for all of this. You’ve made it clear how much you hate Taehyung, so maybe she was scared that this is exactly how you’d react.”

Namjoon and Jimin were still standing behind Seokjin, resting against the wall while Yoongi lounged in the armchair he had claimed for his stay. He looked tired but also frustrated with the ongoing argument as if he wanted to interject but just couldn’t find the energy. The other two felt like awkward bystanders watching a domestic dispute, and Hoseok looked like a child caught in-between.