bangtan reaction || having an argument (F,A) [Maknae Line]
pt 2 (btw y’all my bias is back to jimin haha i’m crazy like that) ((also btw these make like no sense idk what’s wrong w me as i’m writing this i think i’m on drugs)) xx
‘i don’t get why ur mad, min. all i asked was for u to put the top back on the coffee maker when ur done w it’
‘i understand that y/n but it would be rly nice if u didn’t nag me about the coffee maker of all things during my busiest week of the year’
‘nag you?? wtf jimin all i did was ask u to put the top back on i’m not demanding the world’
‘i’m done talking. i’ll put the top on next time i love you xx’
Jimin sighed heavily and threw his phone down onto the pillow, his back falling hard onto the bed. He ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes, wishing the last few minutes hadn’t just happened and that you were right there in his arms instead of miles away and still holding a grudge about a stupid coffee maker.
What had he done wrong? Sure he was busy, but so what? He couldn’t help that. Maybe he had been a little snappy lately, but how could he not be when you were so strict about house rules?
He stood up with another heavy breath and made his way to the bathroom, slipping his shirt off and turning on the shower.
He stepped in and cleaned himself off the best he could with you on his mind. After stepping out and drying off his hair, he eyed himself in the mirror.
“Maybe I could’ve put the top back on..” He muttered to himself on his way back to the bed.
“Yeah,” He sighed as he covered himself up with the blankets. “I definitely could’ve put the top back on.”
Poor Tae looked at you like a deer in headlights the second you started yelling.
“You left the garage door open again!” You yelled from the kitchen. “What if someone had broken in, hm?”
“And the plants!!” You exclaimed, dramatically expressing the last syllable as you ran over to the poor dehydrated succulents in the window. “How could you forget, Tae?”
“I bet you didn’t even feed Yeontan did you?!”
“And the garbage? You haven’t taken that out either have you?”
“God Taehyung, do I have to do everything around here?” You ran around the whole house frantically straightening magazines, fluffing pillows and wiping off dirty shelves.
“Y/N, I haven’t been home all day,” Taehyung said under his breath.
“What was that?” You asked, turning your attention to him with a TV remote clutched in your hand.
“I haven’t been home all day,” he repeated. “The most I had time to do was feed Yeon and check the mail. I tried making you breakfast before I left, but I guess I left the stove on too long and-“
His sentence stopped short when you wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in his chest. He relaxed and kissed the top of your head, hands resting on your waist.
“I’m sorry Taehyungie,” you whispered. “I’ve been crazy overworked lately.”
He smiled and squeezed you tighter, assuring you that he forgave you for yelling at him about the houseplants.
“You don’t really think I’d let you go out with that guy, do you?!”
“Who, my closest friend?! Yeah, Jungkook, I’d kinda hope my boyfriend wouldn’t try to keep me away from my friends.”
He scoffed. “Closest friend my ass. I’ve seen the things he does when he’s around you. Little piece of info for him, your eyes are up here,” he spat, nastily waving a finger in front of your face.
“Oh, fuck you!” You yelled, picking up a pillow from the couch next to you and throwing it at his feet.
As a young couple, this was what your fights consisted of. Lots of screaming over immature things, objects being thrown across the room, and usually a noise complaint or two.
“You know what? Go,” He demanded. “Go hang out with your closest friend but don’t come crying to me when he makes a move on you and I’m not there to beat him up.”
“Ha!” You laughed dramatically. “Beat him up. Yeah, okay. You keep thinking that,” you called over your shoulder as you grabbed your purse and headed for the door.
“You know what?! Fuck you too!” He yelled back, picking up a coaster off the end table nearby and throwing it at the door just as you closed it.
The silence in the apartment after you left was saddening and uncomfortable to say the least.
Chest heaving, Jungkook sat down on the couch and ran a hand through his hair. He lashed out a few more times by throwing some more objects at the door, then laid down on the couch with his head on the armrest. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about the guy you were with, what you were doing, and if you were safe.
The rest of of Jungkook’s night was filled with worry. It was all unnecessary, however, because the furthest you ever made it was to the end of your porch before you dropped to the ground and cried into your hands, wishing you didn’t love that idiot so much.
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