Logolepsy (Taekook/ Vkook)

16. Suck off!

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"H-hello 119?  I— My.. my boyf.. my ex-.. he- he just fell unconscious!! Please hurry up! Ohmygod P-please!!"

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Previous night.

Gulping down another shot of the repulsive coffee black, it's the fifth consecutive hour Taehyung finds himself in front of the fulgent screen, scrolling and clicking and scrolling and clicking.

Seokjin was mad enough to not talk to him for the two days, yet now seeing his brother leech on the computer screen like a maniac he thinks his head might just pop off.

"I've had enough of this!" he walks to the boy and unplugs the computer from the main socket, a mundanely foreseen whine to disrupt the long hours of dispiriting silence of the apartment.

"Hyung, what is wrong with you!" Taehyung stomps up, uncaring of falling little diary he was making notes on, to snatch the plug— only for it to be tossed away in peerless aggression.

Finally sparing a glance to his brother, Taehyung watches how his brother's eye was twitching in indignation, ears flame red, almost as if he may spit out fire. Seokjin's wrath was no joke.

"What's wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you Kim Taehyung?!" Oh boy not the curse with the government name. This was trouble galore.

"Wha-what did I do?"

"Oh you wanna play innocent?" he sweetens his voice by raising the pitch of it, eyes still holding asperity like they could shoot electric beacons to slice his neck off. "Then let's play innocent!!" yanking down the wire, he grabs Taehyung's swivel chair and thrones on it as if he might just sanction a death sentence.

"Hmm where should we begin this saga? Oh yeah, let's start with the golden beginning where you got yourself an asshole of a boyfriend."

"Jungkook is anything but an asshole and you know it! You told me yourself that you liked him!"

"That was before he made you fall in love only to gash on your heart the day you confess! To me now he's nothing short of grade-A asshole"

Taehyung, with a huff, starts to descend his back against the wall until he is seated afflictively with his legs folded to the chest. He looks up thinly through his narrowed eyes and fluttery lashes, chin resting on knees.
"No he isn't." he says firm, unequivocally vocal.

"And I am Brad Pitt. Denial won't get us anywhere, Taehyung." Jin let's out mixed with a tired sigh.

"You don't get it, okay. There is a deeper secret behind the break up! I just know it! My tiddie intuitions are never wrong!"

"Y'know, I was angry when you weren't ready to accept that the douche broke up with you 'cause probably freaking away from the commitment you wanted from him; but now.. Now I'm just worried for you." He picks up the notes diary which had fallen with a tattered dignity. "And this.. what the hell is this shit you're on about now, huh?"

Taehyung is quick to frog-hop to his brother and jerk away his diary "This is my medical thesis on why Jungkook dumped me."

Taehyung's eyes blow wide when he notices Seokjin reaching for his sandal. He frantically goes to grab for his wrist, eyes glossy in plea.
"He's dying, hyung."

Seokjin practically congeals into a statue. "W-what?" speaking through his pallor, the sandal slips away from his hand to the mat beside his chair. "He told you that?"