"Fuck," Jungkook cursed as he rubbed his face and closed his laptop. He had been sitting in the local library trying to finish off his digital graphics assignment and now that he was finally done he realized it was already way past eight.

He stepped out into the cold air, automatically reaching for the death stick that he always carried around. The surroundings were dark except for the glow of the streetlamps that shone outside, accompanied by the slight buzzing of small insects as they flew around the light of the lamps. As he lit up the stick and took a drag, his phone rang. Jungkook scoffed as he picked up, muttering a bratty 'what' into the device.

"You insolent brat," the person on the other side chided. "Don't 'what' me. Where the fuck are you? It's almost nine. You were supposed to bring pizza by eight?"

"I'll be home late Joon hyung," the boy took another drag and exhaled, loving the smell of smoke surrounding his face. "I just finished my assignment and I forgot your pizza, sorry. I'll go around for a short drive around the city then be back."

Jungkook could hear the sigh from the other end. "Alright Kook. Whatever. Just don't get into trouble, please. Your brother will slit my throat if he comes over and finds bruises on you again. You know how Jin gets when it comes to you."

Jungkook knew how protective and concerned his brother was about him. When Jungkook was in the fifth grade and a boy had torn up his homework notes and he had come home with red teary eyes, Seokjin had gone on absolute rampage mode. Jungkook doesn't know to this day what his brother had said to the boy but the boy had shuddered every time he looked over at Jungkook from the next day onwards.

"I know hyung. I'll try."

"What do you mean try you brat you better not-"

Jungkook hung up, snickering to himself when he heard the panic in Namjoon's voice. Kim Namjoon was his roommate, and his brother's boyfriend of two years. It was weird to say the least, rooming with someone three years elder to him and knowing that the person he roomed with had shagged his brother. He held the cigarette between the rows of his teeth and was about to buckle up the strap of his helmet when familiar shadows emerged from the alley next to the library. Red eyes that clearly looked dazed glanced right into Jungkook's.

"Funny how you can smoke a million cigarettes but when I offer you heroin you shy away," a dark chuckle resonated through to Jungkook's ears.

"Myung Daehoon," Jungkook clenched his teeth, "as high as always I see."

The boy, Daehoon, boldly held up his middle finger. The two boys on either side of him snickered as if his actions were supposed to rile up Jungkook. The latter was not the slightest bit interested in anything Daehoon had to say or do.

"I want a one on one. Come on Jeon. Show me why you're the most feared in town. Show me why people fear you over me." Daehoon pushed up his sleeves and staggered forward with clenched fists. Jungkook easily stepped out of the way and looked over at the boy in disgust.

"Don't come near me," he muttered in a low voice, mounting his motorbike and completely disregarding the dark chuckles that were currently escaping Daehoon's mouth.

"Sure," the boy rasped out in between the wheezing chuckles that were growing louder by the second. "I won't come near you."

Jungkook rolled his eyes and was ready to speed off when he heard it.

"I'll go near your little toy instead, hm? Park Jimin was it?"

The two boys who were standing with Daehoon stepped back cautiously as they watched Jungkook jump off his bike and rip the helmet off his head at the speed of lightning. His eyes were glaring holes into Daehoon's head.

"Oh?" Daehoon laughed in glee, gauging Jungkook's reaction with satisfied eyes. "You surpassed my expectations Jeon. Didn't know you could get this riled up this fast." He cracked his knuckles and his neck, his eyes glazing over with a malicious tint. "If the mere mention of his name can get you so riled up," he whispered, "I wonder how you will react if I lay my hands on his pretty face?"

The speed with Jungkook surged forward, none of the three boys were prepared in the slightest bit. Daehoon's back slammed to the nearest wall, a firm hand clutched onto the collar of his shirt with such strength that a shred of fear spread through him.

"Don't speak his name out of your vile disgusting mouth," Jungkook spoke in a deathly gravel voice. "You hear me?"

Daehoon clicked his tongue. "Didn't know you preferred pretty faces with petite bodies to wreck apart in bed," his voice trailed off but was loud enough for Jungkook to still catch the next words. "I don't blame you. I'd take him too... Park Jimin."

Daehoon spat out blood as he felt the fist holding his shirt collide with his face with a force beyond imagination. The fist collided with his face on the same spot again and he felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs as he struggled to get air past his mouth. Jungkook punched the wall next to Daehoon's head and backed off, taking deep breaths to calm himself down from causing serious injuries to the boy in front of him, who for some reason was grinning up at him with bloodied teeth.

"Ow," Daehoon muttered, holding onto the wall for support as the two boys glanced at him with signals to shut up and leave. "Does he know this side of you?" He yelled out at Jungkook as he was dragged away by the two boys. "Does he know this side of you Jeon?"

Jungkook watched Daehoon get dragged away by his friends and then he swiveled around and held onto his motorbike, hands shaking. His right hand was bruised beyond belief from having punched the wall, knuckles split and blood oozing out of the cuts. Daehoon's words echoed in his head over and over, riling him up more and more with each passing minute. He put on his helmet carelessly and hurried straight home, wanting nothing more than to sleep and forget the events of the day.

The sound of the door opening and closing alerted Namjoon that Jungkook was back.

"Kook? You're back so soon?"

Jungkook walked into the living room before going straight to the kitchen for a glass of water. Namjoon's eyes hadn't failed to catch sight of the badly bruised hand and he sighed, clutching at his hair.

"Jin will kill me, fuck."