Taehyung was pissed off.

Eunha could see his glare even with her eyes closed. She had known that he wouldn't like Jungkook's presence in the house the moment she had laid eyes on him, but that didn't stop her from helping someone in need of it.

Taehyung was indifferent to people having a hard time, but Eunha was not.

She inhaled a deep breath, trying to ignore the dirty look Taehyung was sending Jungkook, as she put ointment on the doe-eyed boy's cut on his right cheekbone. She had wiped off the blood from his face first, and now she was dabbing the small piece of cotton on his cuts, carefully, to disinfect them. While doing that Eunha's finger grazed Jungkook's skin, it was smooth and almost as soft as the cotton in her hand. He felt too fragile to be a bad person to Eunha. Even his big eyes were shiny and innocent and told Eunha that he didn't belong in the streets, but in her mother's loving home instead.

Jungkook jerked his head away every time the ointment stung his wound so Eunha had to hold his face in her hand, cupping it from one side, as the other hand treated his face.

Taehyung shifted in his seat on the cedar brown couch, in the living room, next to Jungkook, intentionally elbowing him in his side in the process. Eunha noticed it. Jungkook noticed it, but neither made any remark. Jungkook did, however, send Taehyung an unpleasant look.

How childish! Eunha thought, glancing at Taehyung, who was sitting on the edge of the couch. Now he was irritated, Eunha knew, and now he would do something. He would move, clear his throat, cause a disturbance, anything that'll make Eunha look away from Jungkook and focus on him instead. Taehyung did not like other people around Eunha, and then Jungkook was a man. He was jealous, he was selfish like that.

Eunha could tell that Jungkook was holding back hisses by the way his eyebrows were knitted together. She felt bad for him and wondered what he had done to get so roughed up in the first place.

Taehyung let out an audible sigh, purposely loud, which made Eunha shift her eyes to him. He was staring back at her, his arms authoritatively crossed over his chest. Eunha kept her gaze fixated on him for a few seconds, giving him the satisfaction he wanted, before looking back at Jungkook, who sat right before her.

She discarded the used cotton and tore another clean piece before dripping the ointment on it. Aiming to fix the other cuts on Jungkook's face, she raised her hand again but before it could reach Jungkook's wounds, Taehyung leaned in and snatched the piece of cotton from Eunha.

"Hey-"

"Let me do that." He phrased and gestured to Jungkook to face him. Jungkook stayed still for a moment as if contemplating whether he should listen or not. Eunha watched, as he pressed his lips together and reluctantly shifted his body in Taehyung's direction.

Eunha was slightly taken aback by his suggestion. Taehyung wasn't the type to help others, but she assumed he was doing it because he didn't want her to treat Jungkook. She leaned back in her chair, as she witnessed Taehyung aggressively press the cotton onto Jungkook's cut.

"Ouch! That hurt, you bastard!" Jungkook cried out, jerking his body away from Taehyung like he had been struck by lightning.

"Oops sorry," Taehyung grinned. Eunha's eyes widened in surprise. "didn't know you were so fragile, princess," He added, offensively. Jungkook glared at him like he wanted to punch Taehyung in the face so badly. Sometimes Eunha did too.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?!" Jungkook growled, his hand placed over his burning wound.

"What if I did? What are you gonna do about it?" Taehyung retorted with the same intensity.

"Enough Taehyung," Eunha interrupted, irked by Taehyung's behavior. "That was mean, and stop trying to pick a fight with somebody who's already hurt." She told him, shaking her head at Taehyung, who looked even madder than before.

"Give that back please." She added, asking for the cotton in his hand.

Taehyung's eyes followed her gaze toward the cotton in his hand, and he answered rather coldly. "Sure." He forwarded his hand but before Eunha could grab the thing, he dropped it to the ground.

Eunha squeezed her eyes shut and sighed, once, twice. Taehyung was exceptionally frustrating tonight. She breathed out, trying her best to stay calm, as she grabbed a new piece of cotton, and started working on Jungkook's face again. She dabbed the cut above his left eyebrow one last time before shifting to his bleeding lips. Taehyung clenched his jaw.

"So Juankook—" He spoke through barred teeth.

"It's Jungkook." Jungkook corrected, feeling bothered by Taehyung's presence. It was obvious in his tone that he didn't want to talk to him.

"Who are you?" Taehyung questioned straightforwardly.

"I just said I'm Jungko—"

"I didn't ask for your name. I asked Who are you? Where are you from? What do you do? And why are you in this condition right now?" Taehyung interrogated, crossing his arms.

"I don't think that's any of your business." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"I think it is, you're in my house. You could be dangerous." Taehyung claimed, giving Jungkook a suspicious look.

"Please. If anybody should be cautious, it's me. I'm already hurt so I don't think I pose any threat to you. On the other hand, you're dressed in expensive clothes and have long hair, and the look in your eyes tells me you've already murdered me 25 times in your head. If anybody here is dangerous, I think it'll be you."

"What do my clothing and hair have to do with me being dangerous?" Taehyung scowled. The argument was starting to bug Eunha. She couldn't do her job properly because Jungkook kept moving his mouth.

"I don't know, but you look rich and rich people are shady." Jungkook shrugged. "Also, let's not glass over the hostility you've been displaying towards me ever since I got here."

"I'm not rich. I stole these clothes." Taehyung confessed, and Eunha's jaw dropped at his honesty. Her hand paused midair as she shifted her eyes to Taehyung. She had expected him to flaunt his nonexistent money, but he'd done the opposite, which was very unlikely of Taehyung.

A moment of silence followed after Taehyung's words, but Jungkook didn't look nearly as surprised as Eunha. Instead, he looked as if he was contemplating revealing a secret of his own. Eunha could already assume what was to come.

"That makes the two of us." He declared, glancing down at his own black leather jacket, pants, and high-waisted boots that appeared to be made out of the best material. Taehyung smirked.

Great. Now there are two thieves in my house. Eunha sighed mentally.

"That doesn't make me trust you a single bit." Taehyung scoffed, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

"I couldn't care less." Jungkook deadpanned, looking away from Taehyung.

"Can you two stop spreading negativity in my house please?" Eunha glared at the two boys, making them seal their mouths real quick.

"Negativity she says," Taehyung grumbled under his breath, going overlooked by Eunha.

When she was finished with Jungkook's face, she packed up the first aid kit and went to the kitchen to put it back in the cabinet. She was relieved that Jungkook hadn't obtained any serious injuries since he refused to go to the hospital.

"Here, put this on your bruises, it'll feel better," Eunha told Jungkook, as she returned from the kitchen with a pack of ice. She handed it to Jungkook and he took it with a subtle nod of his head. Jungkook started using the ice to soothe his bruised eye, as Eunha sat back down on the chair in front of him, forwarding her hand toward him again. "I also brought heat pads," Eunha added.

"Thanks a lot." Jungkook simpered, taking them from her. Eunha looked away when he lifted his shirt to put the heat pads on his body. Taehyung's eyes, however, scanned Jungkook's bruises carefully before he moved his attention back to Eunha again, utterly unconcerned for the hurt boy beside him.

"Would you also take care of me this much if I get beaten up?" Taehyung asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at Eunha. Eunha gave him a bored look.

"Why are you acting like I don't already take care of you?"

"You're not usually this affectionate as you are to him," Taehyung countered, and Eunha didn't miss the hint of anger in his voice. Was he seriously jealous? She scoffed.

"Whatever, Taehyung, you're such a child." She shrugged him off, leaning back in her seat.

"I'm a child?" Taehyung let out an empty laugh, glancing between Jungkook and Eunha before he spat out sarcastically. "Don't tell me you're even letting him stay the night here."

"Can I?" Jungkook instantly shot up like a spring, as he stared at Eunha with big hopeful eyes.

"No." Taehyung deadpanned.

"Sure." Eunha smiled.

"What?!" Taehyung almost flinched and glared at Eunha, his eyes giving her the 'i-will-kill-this-man-if-he-stayed-here' look.

"I really can?!" Jungkook's face lit up like a child who had heard that he will get his favorite toy.

"As long as you give us some true background information on you, you can stay the night here, just this one," Eunha emphasized, ignoring Taehyung who was turning red in the face.

Jungkook sat back down, nodding. "I understand," He bent down to pick up the heat pad that had fallen. "Well, my parents are dead. I dropped out of college a year ago and now I live on the streets." Jungkook told monotonously, avoiding Eunha's eyes.

College dropout? Eunha immediately noted the one thing they had in common.

Thousands of questions erupted in her mind at his words and she wanted to ask him about them, but she knew she shouldn't. She didn't need to know this boy. He was going to leave in the morning and they were never going to see each other again.

"I'm sorry about your parents." She sympathized.

"It's fine, they died a year ago." Jungkook nibbled at his lower lip, making Eunha concerned that it might start to bleed again.

"I would let you stay the night here but I don't find you very trustworthy after knowing that you live in the streets," Eunha hesitated before continuing her sentence. "I don't mean to be offensive but who knows what kind of things you have done..."

"I know what you're thinking but you don't need to worry about that. Yeah, I've stolen things many times but I'm not involved in any major robberies or murders," Jungkook explained. "I'm not a part of any gangster group either so I don't suppose I should be a danger to you guys."

"I guess so." Eunha looked downward, cogitating his words.

"He could just be lying." Taehyung proposed, sending Jungkook a bilious look.

"And what motive would I have to lie to you guys? What is there that I could gain from an equally broke duo as me?"

"I don't know, you might just want to kill us in our sleep." Taehyung shrugged.

"Now you're going too far." Jungkook glowered.

"Stop it, you two." Eunha reprimanded. "Jungkook, I'm only letting you stay the night because you're hurt."

"I know, thank you." Jungkook smiled.

"Are you not even going to ask for my consent?" Taehyung wondered out loud, disbelief evident in his eyes.

"Why should I? This is my house." Eunha sassed.

"Uh, I'm really confused," Jungkook interrupted. "whose house is this?"

"Both of us," Eunha answered before Taehyung could.

"So are you guys...a couple?" Jungkook asked hesitantly, his gaze shifting between Taehyung and Eunha. Taehyung felt his face heat up at the question but he did his best to keep up his poker expression.

"No, Taehyung and I are high school best friends." Eunha cleared that out. She knew Jungkook had been wondering about that ever since he arrived here.

"Oh, I see." He nodded.

"Yep."

An awkward silence filled the living room as Taehyung chewed on his fingernails and Jungkook made himself busy with the ice. Eunha felt like she was going to suffocate if somebody didn't speak up. She stole a glance at Taehyung and Jungkook who didn't appear like they were going to say anything so Eunha decided to come to her aid herself. She cleared her throat loudly.

"Um, you should rest then, Jungkook. It's already late so I'm going to sleep too." She informed.

"Don't tell me he's sleeping in my room." Taehyung stopped biting his nails, as he glanced up at Eunha.

"Unless you want him to sleep in mine." Eunha raised an eyebrow at him, and Taehyung stood up in an instant and grabbed Jungkook by the arm harshly, making him hiss out.

"Let me take you to your room, Juankook." He announced through a clenched jaw, as he practically dragged Jungkook to his room.

"I told you before too, it's Jungkook!" Jungkook argued as he almost tripped over his feet but Taehyung's hold on him prevented him from falling face-first onto the floor. Jungkook cussed at Taehyung when he finally let go of his arm. He rubbed the area where Taehyung's metal grip had been while Taehyung opened the door, aggressively.

"Don't touch anything in the room. Sleep, wake up, and get the fuck out of my house." Taehyung commanded, pointing a finger at Jungkook.

"Fine, dickhead." Jungkook grimaced at him. He felt like he was being grounded by his dad.

"Bad night. I hope you see nightmares." Taehyung stuck out his tongue at Jungkook like a kid before pushing him inside the room and shutting the door in his face. Eunha heard Jungkook curse from inside the room before stomping, she assumed, to the bed. She couldn't help but smirk at how silly the two boys were.

Taehyung turned around to glance at Eunha, who was still sitting in the chair, seeming somewhat unsure of what to say or feel. The truth was, she still didn't know if she had made the right choice to let a stranger stay in her home but no matter how much she thought about it, Jungkook didn't seem like a bad person to her.

"So much for celebrating the new year." Taehyung mocked before making his way inside Eunha's room and slamming the door shut. Eunha sighed. He was so cranky.

She just hoped he hadn't locked the door.

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A/N: Tell me the most cringy thing you could think of :D