Just read the Divergent series all over again so my writing is out of wack! Sorry :-(

Taehyung's POV.

"MIN FUCKING YOONGI, I WILL FUCKING END YOU!"

It is simply amazing how loud Jimin could project his voice. I swear that the vase nearby me had swayed lightly.

I heard a terrified squeak that echoed down the hallway of the large apartment, followed by furious footsteps and then a strangled yelp, and a victorious scream of success.

I sighed, pushing myself deeper into the couch as if I were begging for it to swallow me. Begging for it wipe me off the free of the earth. At least then I wouldn't have to bare the heartbreak that I awake to every morning.

Jimin appeared from the corner of the living room, his face flushed red with both exhaustion and anger as he furiously shook his captive in his hand. Yoongi could only scowl up at his boyfriend, his bottom lip jutted out in an adorable pout.

"I only borrowed it."he whined, trying to pry Jimin's fingers off his shirt.

He scoffed, narrowing his eyes,"Borrowed it? More like fucking executed."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, obviously fed up with Jimin's anger towards him.

With heightening curiosity, I pushed myself up from the couch, throwing the both of them a bemused expression,"What happened?"

Jimin was quick to answer as Yoongi sulked under him,"This idiot decided that he would borrow my very expensive Gucci shoes for his morning walk, when it was fucking pouring! I bought them just last week for God's sake, and this asshole had to ruin them!"

I rolled my eyes, sighing as I pressed my back against the comforter,"Oh, that's it?"

I was a huge fan of Gucci, I admit. Even more than Jimin, but at the moment by thoughts were corrupted by Jungkook and I couldn't care less about his mud full, Gucci shoes.

His eyes widened, and his voice began to boom across the house,"THAT'S IT? THAT'S IT? IS THAT SERIOUSLY ALL YOU HAVE GOT TO SAY! WE ARE TALKING ABOUT FUCKING GUCCI HERE, YOU DUMBASS MOTHERFUCKER!"

Yoongi's head suddenly perks up from its previous bow, and he glared at his boyfriend,"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?"

"DON'T TELL ME TO SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU JACKASS!"

"I WILL SAY WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT!"

"FUCK YOU YOONGI."

"I FUCKING WILL FUCK YOU! HARD, BECAUSE YOU AREN'T GUNNA FUCKING WALK AFTER I FINSIH WITH YOU! YOU FUCKING TALK TO ME WITH RESPECT, DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?"

Yoongi had already leapt to his feet, harshly pulling Jimin's head into a heated kiss. The two began to make out furiously, their lips smashing against each other.

"OKAY GUYS! CUT IT, JESUS!"

The two sprang apart, Jimin blushing furiously and Yoongi scowling at me with immense annoyance.

"Godamn Tae, did you have to interrupt?"he muttered, looping his fingers nervously in the belt of his jeans.

My eyes widened involuntarily at the meaning behind his words as I glanced down quickly.

Jimin however seemed slightly amused as he too looked down at Yoongi's lower area,"Jesus fuck babe, you got hard after just a kiss?"

"Fuck off."he muttered as Jimin and I burst into laughter.

His arms were crossed tightly against his chest, his cheeks turning redder by the second. His humiliation to our discovery only fueled our amusement, as we both fell to the floor, cradling our stomach as we laughed.

I missed this.

Jungkook had been exceptionally nasty the last few days, constantly nudging my side with his colourful words that he used to describe me. It was usual but I still had not become immune to the daily assault. It hurt every time.

I just wish that I knew where everything went wrong. Where everything just collapsed. I just wish that I could turn back time and patch up the issue that had sprung in between us.

Because I would do anything to be back in his arms, once again.

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I can't wipe the grin from my face, as I tugged on a black sweater that evening.

[A/N: His outfit is shown up at the top]

Jimin had suggested that we should have dinner together at the local restaurant. We as in meaning Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Jimin, Hoseok, Jungkook and I.

As most of the group excluding Yoongi and Jimin, had no idea about that barrier between Jungkook and I, we were forced to act as though everything was alright.

Jungkook had claimed that we mustn't burden the others with the weight of our relationship.
Jimin had claimed that was only his excuse of not getting beaten up by our friends.

Either way, I am immensely thankful of Jimin of suggesting such thing. I would get to see Jungkook today. I would get to be in his arms. I would get to love him, and he would too, forced it may have been.

But at least I wouldn't have to see the same, familiar emotion of repulse in his eyes.

"Hurry up, you slow, ass bitch!"

His words ring down the hallway, flickering into our room.

But even they cannot remove my smile.

"I'm coming, give me a second!"

There is no reply but I know that Jungkook is most probably mumbling curses under his breath.

I shuffled around the room, grabbing a pair of matching black shoes and jamming them onto my feet as I hobbled into the living room before I inginted his anger even more. As I emerged into view, he scowled at me, his eyes narrowed venomously.

"Took you long enough."he growled, seizing my wrist and pulling me to the door.

I am momentarily shocked at his action.

His hand is warm and comforting as it enlosed around my wrist, and there is no harshness to his grip. What was this? Every other time he would ever grasp my arm it would always be with immense pressure and when he removed his hands, my skin would be red and littered with crescent shapes.

Maybe he is bracing himself for the amount of sweetness he will portray for tonight?

The car ride is silent and full of tension.

We do not speak.

His eyes are trained dutifully on the road, hands gripping the steerwheeling with too much might until the white of his knuckles begin to show. The music from the radio whispers quietly in the background as if it too were afraid of the outcome of a start of a conversation.

Jungkook seems unusually angry. More angry than usual.

His whole posture is tensed and stressed, and he looks as if he has something extremely distressing on his mind.

With this in thought, I hesitantly place my hand over his which was currently clasping the gear shift. I can feel him freeze, and somehow the air around us becomes even more awkward.

There is no movement for maybe a minute as he only stares at me. Thankfully we had stopped at a colourlight and the horns from outraged drivers had not began.

He suddenly ripped his hand out of my reach, throwing me a hateful look.

"Don't touch me."he hissed, spit flying from his mouth and hitting me lightly on the face.

My vision blurrs as I give him a hurried nod, and quickly turn my head away from his gaze. My chest feels heavy as though someone had heaved a hammer and dropped right onto me. The familiar burning sensation begins to travel over my chest as I hold in my tears.

A sharp horn emits from behind us and Jungkook swore under his breath, stepping roughly on accelerator. The car lurched forward but I pay no notice as I control my sobs.

He rolled down the window as the car who had honked, overtakes us and throws us a dirty look. With a disgruntled scowl Jungkook sticks up his middle finger and punches the middle of steerwheling and an ear splitting honk is retuned to the man.

"Fucking old man."he muttered, turning on the indicator to turn left.

I pretend that I haven't heard him, and keep my head jerked to the left in desperation to avoid eye contact with Jungkook so he would not discover that I had been crying over his previous words.

We soon pull up at the restaurant and step out of the car, making our way to the restaurant. Jungkook quickly intertwines our finger, sending me an all-too-fake smile as we spot the rest of the group through the lightly tinted windows.

"Don't slip up."he said, through gritted teeth.

God, was it going to be a long night.

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