Taehyung paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, his fists clenching at his sides.
He had held his tongue for too long, endured too much. But after everything after Jungkook’s outbursts, his possessiveness, his unpredictable moods he couldn’t take it anymore.
Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, arms resting on his thighs, watching Taehyung with a blank expression.
But his eyes those dark, intense eyes were anything but indifferent. They burned with an unspoken warning, daring Taehyung to stop.
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