froyo - tk.

eighteen.

he expected dokyeom to be intimidated, but dokyeom simply grinned as if they were play-fighting. the dude could pass as a psychopath.

"can you relax?" dokyeom playfully scowled.

jungkook drew in a deep breath. if there's one thing he despised, it was not being taken seriously when angry.

he suddenly slammed dokyeom's head into the glass table. any more force would've completely caused the table to shatter. dokyeom lost the grin on his face and began gritting his teeth.

"jungkook, let me go."

"tell me why taehyung has you so bothered. what, you jealous that someone else is living with us for a change?"

"jealous?!" he spat out. he tried raising his body up, but fell limp. jungkook was noticeably the stronger out of the two.

"nobody's jealous, dumbass. i'm just being honest." dokyeom gave jungkook a burning stare and it was unbreakable. "taehyung needs to fucking get rid of his slick mouth. that's probably why he's up there all depressed, because his stupid shit caught up with him."

dokyeom didn't stop there. "just because he's your quick fuck doesn't mean he shouldn't be called out on his bullshit."

jungkook felt his blood drain. it was after a few seconds that jungkook finally rammed his fist into dokyeom's lip.

"say that shit again. say it!" he growled.

dokyeom gasped for air. "wait—"

he slammed his fist into dokyeom's face again, this time targeting his left eye. jungkook had formed multiple bruises on the elder in the time span of two minutes.

"p-please," dokyeom quivered. he attempted to spit blood in the younger's face out of bitterness, but jungkook simply dodged it.

jungkook lifted dokyeom's head up from the blood-stained table and threw his body against the couch. it was almost amusing to see how quickly that smile disappeared from dokyeom's face after getting punched.

"i'm done with you," jungkook confirmed. he examined his slightly bruised fist before kicking dokyeom's leg out of his way. "don't ever talk about tae that way again."

dokyeom's chest gently rose and sank with each breath he took "i-i don't care about that taehyung dude. him and i don't even speak." the pain he felt in his face was indescribable. "i was just trying to help—"

"i don't need your help."

jungkook left the bloody mess, traveling up the staircase. he planned on dealing with taehyung once and for all, and him being fired up already gave him the boost he needed.

he immediately pounded on the door in a demanding manner. "open the door, kid."

taehyung whimpered.

jungkook sighed at the elder's stubbornness. "look, things can't be like this anymore. i didn't bring you into my house just for us to avoid each other. what did i even do?"

there was silence.

"come on. is it your fucking hormones or something?"