❧ Dangerous Venting ❧

The nearby city wasn't drastically populated like capitals, but still big enough to house tall office buildings and stacked plazas, apartment complexes towering overhead.

The sun had set by then, sky blue and street lamps spilling onto the side paths, stores on the ground floor splashing light out, shadowed awnings bristling in the wind.

It was always a strange feeling going to the beach's city, as Taehyung usually went on vacation to get away from the urban lifestyle.

That area, though, bustled with some new, unworn energy that strayed away from the feeling of home. So he enjoyed it all the same.

Especially with his hyungs strolling down the sidewalk with him, Hoseok pointing out any nice cars they saw speed by, their own convertible safely parked in a parking garage, their stomachs filled with dinner from a restaurant Jin found, laughing with the pleasant chill of summer evenings thanks to Jimin's endless entertainment.

The city was a bit warmer than the shore without the direct seafront winds, but it was close enough to the beach for the breeze to pick up during certain hours. When the wind slipped through the gaps of tall buildings, they could be a whip in the face. Startling and unexpected like his best friend's next words.

"My English professor was deadass part of a tour band! He explained it all to us!" Jimin exclaimed.

"Who the hell goes from a college dropout, to traveling across the country in a band, to being an English professor?" Taehyung laughed. "You've got the funniest school stories, Minie."

"It makes lectures interesting!" His best friend argued. "He goes on tangents and it's so entertaining. Sometimes my stomach just hurts from laughing so much."

"That must be your quota of participation points," Jin snorted.

"Man, I wish. The dance department just rips us all new asses." Hoseok huffed. "Held a showcase just a week before midterms and I think we all got fucked over."

"Right before exams? That's just cruel," Taehyung sympathized. "I'll never understand how you dance like that, though."

"Mark Hyung and you complain all the time." Jimin giggled.

"Dancing is still fun. The gen-eds are what really suck." The elder groaned. Jimin and Taehyung grinned as Jin comforted the sulking man.

"I need a drink. Talking about school just stresses me out and we aren't here for that." Jin hummed, hands stuffed in his pockets. "Can we hit a bar?"

"Hell, yeah," Jimin jumped excitedly, his eyes narrowing with the bright smile on his face.

Hoseok shrugged. "I'm down, the usual place?"

"I think I'm going to go get ice cream." Taehyung scoffed. "Someone needs to be sober for the drive home."

"No one said they were planning on drinking that much. Come on, Tae!" Jimin grabbed his arm and swung it around. They all had stopped on the sidewalk to converse and decide on their destination.

"You say you won't get drunk, but then you go and drink that shit like water." Taehyung shoved him, laughing at the pout appearing on his best friend's face.

"He's not wrong," Jin grinned. "For your size, Minie, you breathe alcohol like goddamn Dionysus."

"Bullies." Jimin frowned, spinning around with a dramatic flare of annoyance. "Fine, Tae, get your stupid ice cream."

"I'll go with." Hoseok chuckled, who was far from Jimin's case and knew it didn't take long for him to get intoxicated. "I could go for some ice cream."

"Have fun, kids!" Jin called out as they split off on the side walk. Taehyung laughed as Hoseok threw an arm around his shoulder and they skipped along to the familiar dessert shop they visited almost every time they were in the city.

"How's working at the diner?" Hoseok asked, the two relaxing in the quieter atmosphere. Horns blared here or there, fellow pedestrians passing by and granting small smiles. "Mr.Tuan's company is always nice."

Hoseok was always a good talker, knew how to make someone comfortable, but balanced it well with his own enjoyment and genuine curiosity.

"It's just easy." Taehyung frowned. "It's great being around Mr.Tuan and helping him out. There was this little kid, freaking adorable, who was reaching for a cookie on the counter the other day— those little hands couldn't even reach!"

"Aww," the elder cooed. "I'm hoping the kid got their cookie?"

"Yup, watched the cute one just run off with it and I threw in a dollar in the register for payment."

Hoseok laughed and squeezed his shoulder. "That was nice of you. We miss you on the water."

"I miss being out there." Taehyung nodded. He bit the inside of his cheek and glanced over at the dancer. Should he mention that he's been working on his fear? Should he bring that whole topic up? He wasn't exactly sure how Hoseok would take it.

"What's up with that look?" Hoseok caught his conflicted expression too quickly.

"Oh, uh, I mean, can I tell you something?" The younger shuddered under Hoseok's arm and the said man stilled, pulling on him to stop moving.

"Woah, okay, spill. What's wrong?"

"Don't bring it up with Minie and Hyung yet," He requested, seeing the dancer's brow quirk in surprise for the instruction. "I've been, uh... just working on my fear, little by little."

Hoseok's face went blank, corners of his lips dipping a second later, head tipped to the side. His mouth opened to say something, closed shut, and then opened again. "You serious? Like you're not kidding right now, are you?"

"Why would I lie about that?" He whispered, hesitant with Hoseok's lack of immediate encouragement.

"When? How?" The questions were immediate and Taehyung bristled nervously again, inwardly racking through his brain to come up with a plausible answer.

"At night. I kinda go and take small steps. I can go chest deep—"

"Tae, alone at night?" Hoseok's eyes were far from elated. The exact opposite, in fact. "That's dangerous. Really fucking dangerous. One wrong move and no one's out there to help."

But there is someone.

"I-I know, I know my limits and make sure it doesn't get that bad." He wrung his hands, rocking on his heels as his hyung just stared, trying to formulate a response.

"Have one of us help you, 'cause that's really scaring me, Tae. Your accident was during the day, someone was luckily around, but at night? The chances are even more—"

"I've got it, I promise." He pushed back. "You guys need your rest at night, and I usually can't sleep anyway. So, it works out."

"Hey, it's not about whether we need sleep at night or not." The dancer rubbed soothing hands up and down his arms. "I am proud of you for working on it and have gotten that far, but I'm terrified that you won't come home and we wouldn't even know until morning, Tae."

"It's been okay so far. I'm just taking small risks and pushing myself and I've got it under control—"

"You can't be out there alone, getting in the ocean with your fear." Hoseok was firm. His gaze softened a moment later and Taehyung's eyes teared in a mess of frustrated lying. He was never alone out there. He couldn't say that, though. The amount of questions piled up behind that door would definitely lead to Jeongguk.

"P-Please, Hobi. I haven't asked for your guys' help because I don't want you wasting your vacation time."

"Taehyung, what the hell?" He let out a strangled noise of disbelief. "We've been worried sick and you're just telling me to not care if you're out at night pushing yourself in a circumstance where you might drown again? We want to be involved in your life. You're a part of our vacation as much as the ocean is."

"It's not that! I know I matter, it's not— shit, Hyung, let's just go." Taehyung shoved it all inside like always, regretting bringing the topic up in the first place. "Just drop it and let's get ice cream."

"Tae—"

"No, let's go. And don't bring this up to Jimin or Jin Hyung. I can ask that much, can't I?"

"Hey, I'm just looking out for you. We almost lost you once, please understand me, too."

Taehyung whirled back around. "Hyung, you don't get it and I can't explain it, so let's just drop it before things get even worse."

Hoseok stared back at him, some confused wash of emotion filling his eyes. The elder was under a lamppost, figure illuminated, hands in his pocket and Taehyung stalked back to him, shoulders drooping with defeat.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, arms around the man. "Let's get ice cream and go back to the other two."

"Yeah. And I won't tell them if that's really what you want." Hoseok mumbled, taking his arm and they headed back down, tentativeness making their distance grow an inch or two, but they held onto each other regardless. "Please be careful."

"I always am."

They were best friends, but sometimes they made the mistake of leaving unfinished arguments to spark every nerve of unwanted curiosity within.

"Here we are!" Taehyung smiled as they pushed through the glass door and stepped into the ice cream shop, sweet aromas immediately dousing his senses. He saw the buckets of different flavors behind slanted glass protectors, an assortment of colors aweing along with the toppings atop the case.

"Hi, welcome in! What can I get for you?" The employee asked fixing small cups and grabbing a scooper to take their orders.

Taehyung nudged Hoseok's arm and chuckled at the torn expression on his face, seeing the dark eyes glance back and forth between different flavors.

"Uh... cake batter?" The elder eventually said, the employee digging into the said bucket the next moment.

"I'll take one scoop of cookie dough." Taehyung smiled and saw his bowl, too, get filled.

"Any toppings?"

Shaking their head, both surfers stood by the register as Hoseok paid, insistent on treating Taehyung, who simply rolled his eyes with a knowing smile. They all had instilled the practice of just sharing money on the vacation and sorting through owed costs afterwards, not wanting to fuss about it in the middle of a shop of restaurant.

They stepped back out of the brightly lit shop with their small cups of frozen cream, heading back in the direction of the bar Jimin and Jin had hit.

It was peaceful as they made their way back, moods lifted with the sweet flavors on their lips.

"Want some?" Hoseok offered and Taehyung nodded eagerly, taking his spoon and digging in at Hoseok's dessert. The older snuck a bite of his, too. "Oh, shit, cookie dough is good. 'Shoulda just asked you what to get."

"Cake batter's amazing, too." The younger shot back. "They are both amazing. Not really comparable. Amazing in their own ways!"

Hoseok just shook his head with a laugh and they continued down, but Taehyung's words rang in his own head.

Not really comparable. Amazing in their own ways.

Was that how he and Jeongguk were? They really couldn't compare themselves to each other with such different plans and lives, but that didn't make their hearts any less amazing.

He's dangerous.

That part wasn't so amazing.

He hadn't seen the bikers all day, even in the diner when he worked that afternoon. Mark had been home and saved his aloneness, but it was just straight up frustrating being around that man.

Regardless, he felt compelled to make excuses for Jeongguk— and only Jeongguk. Only because the man had some heart behind that tangled barrier of leather, a beating organ that was helping him.

The music was evident, muted, in his ear as they made it to the bar entrance. Hoseok had thrown out his finished ice cream cup in the trash can and turned to the younger.

"Hurry up," the older chuckled, Taehyung stuffing his face with the ice cream and wincing as a painful sear of cold chilled his head. "Ow, brain freeze?"

"No, duh." He grit his teeth and Hoseok took the empty cup from him. Taehyung rubbed at his head, mind numbing as the cold made his eye twitch and tingle. "I hate ice cream."

"You'll be eating it tomorrow without hesitation." Hoseok laughed, tossing the cup and putting a hand on his shoulder. "You good?"

"Great." He mumbled, feeling the hand pat his shoulder. The older suddenly froze; it froze faster than Taehyung's brain a moment ago, body going rigid and the artist shot his gaze up in confusion. "What?"

"You're fucking kidding me." Hoseok spat, and the younger suddenly noticed the rumble of loud engines stuttering to a stop as the deep, muffled laughter filled the air.

He glanced over his shoulder and saw the exposed ware of motorcycles, the two wheelers swaying as their owners kicked the stands down and pulled a leg over to slide off the leather seats.

Jeongguk's helmet was the first to come off from the three bikers, Taehyung's attention pinned to the way his face slowly revealed under the hard plastic concealing his entire skull. His hair was sticking to the sweat collected along his hairline, stuffiness within the confined space flattening his fluffy strands.

A hand immediately came up and carded through that dark hair, fixing some volume in and letting the messy strands fall wavy along his forehead. Taehyung's fingers tingled, feeling a sudden urgeto fluff that hair himself— what?

He snapped out of the ridiculous thoughts as Jeongguk's eyes met his, faint smile falling with a nervous glance at the mint haired biker just feet away.

"Well, well, would you look at that. Sunshine, that you?" Yoongi barked out, tossing his helmet into the seat compartment and locking it. Taehyung looked over at his hyung, the dancer standing still and leveled.

Yoongi's a fucking time bomb.

It was clear in his eyes, the meticulous glint to do something, the want to let out his anger in a rather painful way clear in the flaming gaze.

"What do you want, Min?" Hoseok tucked his hands away in his pockets, appearing unbothered enough to tick the biker off. Yoongi walked over, Namjoon and Jeongguk not far behind.

Taehyung shot the youngest biker another look of confusion. Jeongguk wasn't staring at him like he knew him, though. Just stared with mischievous intentions shrouding the hint of concern. The smallest hint of it.

"You surfers are here, too?" Yoongi grinned. "You can stick around for the show."

"What show?" Taehyung's eyes widened. "What are you guys planning?"

"Wait and see." The mint haired biker responded cooly, voice dropping just above a whisper such that they all still heard him. "M'so fucking ready to punch something."

Oh... oh, shit.

The eldest biker's grin grew wider as he jerked forward and Hoseok flinched ever so slightly, the slight bristle in his stance feeding Yoongi's ugly ego.

"Pathetic." He scoffed, reaching a pale, bony hand to streak a touch along Hoseok's chest. The surfer didn't make any move, just let his eyes blaze hatred on the biker.

Yoongi patted the coat right at Hoseok's heart and then shoved past, headed for the bar entrance. Taehyung let out a shudder of air he hadn't known he'd been trapping within, shivering as the mint haired biker disappeared inside.

"You okay?" He asked his friend, Hoseok's eyes staring down at his chest where he'd been touched.

"I want to punch him." The man muttered in return. If there was any one of the four that would use the last resort of physical retaliation, it was the dancer.

Namjoon had walked around them to head into the bar behind Yoongi without hesitation, but Jeongguk was hovered by the door, gazing back at Taehyung.

But then he, too, was treading in.

"We should get Jin Hyung and Jimin before there's more trouble." Taehyung took the older's arm and pulled him towards the bar.

Hoseok wordlessly went with him, pointedly distressed with the ever growing silence. It wasn't quiet though. The bar had chatter spilling everywhere along with the music, the low lights shadowing over the customers and employees combined.

They spotted Jimin and Jin at the main counter, sitting on stools and talking to a bartender. Both surfers weaved around tables and headed straight for their other half.

"Hey," Taehyung held firmly onto Hoseok while getting their attention. Both their faces unknowingly lit up seeing him, falling just as quickly with the hurry in his words. "We need to go."

"We were just about done, but why?" Jimin frowned. "Is something wrong?"

"Something could go very wrong." The youngest surfer met their gazes once, fueling a plea for their trust, and then Jin was pulling out his wallet to pay the bill.

The eldest was just signing the receipt when a hand landed on on his shoulder, the leather trail up to the pink hair irritating Taehyung.

"Won't buy us a drink? Even being pals?" Namjoon bent down towards Jin's ear.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Jimin fumbled out in shock. His voice was on the higher side, whinier in the aftereffects of slight tipsiness. "Following us?"

"Maybe it's just fate's wish for us to constantly cross paths." Jeongguk's voice was close to Taehyung. The surfer let go of Hoseok and turned to see the biker standing right behind him, that hesitation lurking behind all his overbearing features.

"What ever made you think fate would do that?" Jin pushed Namjoon away and got up from his seat. "Where's your short mint?"

"Probably finding someone to piss him off." The pink hair was ruffled with boredom, leaning back against the bar counter and raising a hand for the bartender to get him a drink.

"He wants to be pissed off?" Taehyung already knew why, but he asked anyways. Jeongguk stared back at him, eyes narrowing for a moment, shifting to gaze at the biker past Taehyung, and then stepping up close to him.

Jeongguk smelled like exhaust, the scent lingering on his leather, deep and strong in Taehyung's senses. His pulse spiked as Jeongguk's hair fell in front of his eyes, grazing his lashes, and his lips curved up ever so slightly, just inches from his face.

"Someone pisses him off? He'll have a valid excuse to throw a sick punch." The biker hummed in his face, grinning wickedly, but Taehyung saw right past it. At least, he wanted to believe that he did.

It was easy to believe Jeongguk was putting up a front with the concern he'd had shown for Yoongi's anger just some time ago.

"Stop it." He whispered, keeping his voice low enough so it would only be heard by the younger. "Don't just let him hurt someone."

Jeongguk shook his head, still smiling. "Don't wanna see it go down? Then, get out of here."

The biker was definitely throwing up a front.

Taehyung's eyes widened as he saw the expression shift just enough with the last words to convey such.

"We will. Fuck you and your stupid leather." He muttered, stepping away and gesturing to his hyungs. "Let's go."

"They think they can do whatever the hell they want." Hoseok supported Jimin's figure as they moved away from the counter. "Push people around."

The faint flash of relief passing Jeongguk's eyes, as Taehyung looked at him one last time, made his heart warm appreciatively in the murky bar air, stuffy and all too tingly with nerves.

"Pity." Namjoon eyed the surfers, having downed the contents of his shot glass, and raised a brow. "Not one for entertainment?"

"Not one for your dangerous method for venting." Jin took the second tiny glass that had been slid across the counter for a leather clad body to intake, tipping his head back and drinking it in one go before Namjoon could.

Taehyung watched, surprised, as his brother shoved the empty glass against Namjoon's chest, the bubblegum haired man shooting a hand up to hold it with mild amusement on his dimpled features.

"Thanks for the drink, pal." Jin scoffed, shaking his head and whipping around without another word. He took Taehyung's arm and the two surfers were following Jimin and Hoseok out of the heated place.

The four slipped out of the bar, not bothering to give the escalating anger in the corner of the room any attention.

The only involvement of the anticipated fight that the surfers encountered was hearing the chaos break loose once they were far down the sidewalk.

~•४•~

Taehyung heard a bang. Small and directed to some minuscule target. It jolted his heart and startled him awake.

His gaze whipped around the cool tone setting upon every inch of the room, moonlight washing in the balcony doors. It was quiet and untouched, exactly how he'd fallen asleep.

Jimin stirred beside him, groaning for a moment before rolling away from him and stilling into a deep sleep again. The artist slowly sat up and rubbed his head, wondering if he'd just imagined the sound.

The sheets were cool on his skin, making him shiver as the air conditioning blasted like always. Taehyung blinked and rubbed his eyes, trying to focus himself at whatever ungodly hour he'd been awoken at.

When they got home, the surfers went straight to bed, Taehyung tired himself and even more so just from hauling Jimin into the blankets. Hoseok and Jin were off in their rooms, and the youngest had seemingly felt his mind go blank of all thoughts.

Then another similar bang hit his ears, coming from the left. From the balcony.

Taehyung frowned, peering through the glass expectantly. He slowly pushed the sheets away and slid his legs off the warm mattress to the cold wood floor.

There shouldn't have been anything in his ears besides the shuffle of his feet on the ground and the ocean crashing endlessly just down the shore.

He stood by the glass, frowning.

Waiting.

Then he saw it, the small pebble that came flying up past the balcony ledge to smack the sheet of glass, nailing not far from where his face was behind the barrier.

"What...?" He glanced back at Jimin before pushing the glass door open and stepping out into the warm summer air, breeze a gentle hug around him.

He closed the door and leaned against the rail to look down at the sand below the balcony.

No way.

"Fucking finally. How many rocks does it take for your ass to wake up?" Jeongguk grumbled, dropping the pebbles in his palm to the ground, mixing in with the finely grained sand.

"What the hell are you doing here? What time is it?" Taehyung looked back at his dresser, but the biker was already answering a quick 'two' for him. "Two— what the hell are you doing playing Romeo and throwing rocks at my balcony door at two in the morning?"

"Can you come down?"

"I can." The elder counted five rocks on the balcony base, scattered after serving their purpose.

"Then fucking do it." Jeongguk huffed when Taehyung made no move to clamber over the railing.

"Why? I was sleeping very peacefully before your stupid Romeo move, thanks."

"Because I need you to come down."

Need. Needed him to?

It hit Taehyung like the wave that had crushed him almost two weeks ago. In the pile of things he'd chosen to absolutely blank on in order to sleep was the effect of the fight. At the bar. The effect it would have on Jeongguk.

Something must have happened. Something did happen.

The realization caused him to actually look at the younger's somewhat distraught state, intentionally dulled for his own dignity, strewn hair and a clear grimace betraying his futile attempts.

Jeongguk looked far from okay and that wasn't reassuring.

"Give me a sec—"

"Now."

"Romeo was a lot more considerate, you know."

"Taehyung, did Romeo wear fucking leather jackets and drive motorcycles? No. I don't give a flying fuck about your stupid artist-literature connections, get down here."

If there was anything Jeon Jeongguk was bad at, it was asking for help. Asking compassionately at least. It was so obvious to Taehyung how much the biker was used to just taking and not asking, that he almost congratulated himself for being so considerate to the rude dickhead.

Following that, though, he knew he was putting up with it also because Jeongguk wasn't okay and had no one else to really go to that late at night.

"Let me grab a jacket, goddamn." The surfer snapped back, quickly heading back in to peep for his sweater thrown over the back of his makeshift studio chair. Taehyung winced as he noticed his best friend still resting obliviously. "Please stay passed out, Minie. Be back soon."

He slipped the jacket on, not bothering for shoes with the knowledge of sand soon-to-be creeping between his toes.

Jeongguk was pacing on the grains when he came back, stopping to watch him with a calculated stare. Taehyung bit his inner cheek as he climbed over the railing, bars cold and rigid in his grasp. He let his grip loosen so his palms slid down the rails and his feet touched the edge of the patio barrier below.

Like all the times he'd done the action, Taehyung jumped down to the ground, sand chilly as the impact made him stumble slightly.

Taehyung dusted his arms off and let his toes dig in the beige snow, raising a brow at the younger wordlessly staring at him.

"What?"

"You've definitely done that before." Jeongguk tilted his head, trailing his focus back up the balcony railing and replaying the sight.

"Parents didn't like me going to the water at night."

"Well, then," the biker snorted, not sounding even the slightest bit amused. "Good thing they aren't here."

"Hey," the surfer grabbed his forearm and Jeongguk stopped fidgeting anxiously, meeting his gaze.

"Hi?" He grit out.

"This is trespassing, you know. Private property, showing up past midnight."

"Okay, and? You clearly don't give two shits, so why should I?"

"I was joking, wow." Taehyung retracted his arm at the aggravated sigh leaving the biker's lips. "What happened?"

"You know exactly what happened." He did. It was another stupid question he had decided to ask anyway. "Let's go to your shore."

His arm was grabbed before he even got a say, tugging him towards the water like the very first time Jeongguk had dragged him into the ocean. They stopped at the edge of the damp sand like always, though, taking a seat and slumping tiredly.

It was all familiar, entirely routine for the two after almost a week of meeting at night.

He wondered what his hyungs would think. A dangerous biker who's wrath they had escaped just hours ago, now in their backyard.

"Okay, Romeo," Taehyung mumbled, stifling the small yawn hitting his chest and choking his throat. "How bad was it?"

"Bad. Blood bad."

"Who? Yoongi?"

"Mhm. Namjoon got in the mess, too. I had to drag them both out and then throw them onto their bikes. I swear I heard sirens just as we got out of there."

"Cops? Okay, honestly deserved for the dumb shit, but isn't driving back in that condition dangerous?" Taehyung shifted his attention over with the lack of an immediate reply. Jeongguk was tapping fingers on his covered knee, tongue darting out to run along his inner cheek.

The surfer would never admit the small jump his heart practiced upon seeing the subtle action.

"What choice did we have? I knew that idiot was a ticking time bomb. Just had to go aggravate someone."

"I told you to try stopping it." Taehyung whispered. "Thanks, though, for warning us to get out."

"You caught on."

"Yeah. Why not just be straightforward with Namjoon and Yoongi? You're beating around a very important bush by enabling that."

"You wouldn't get it." Jeongguk argued rather pathetically. Taehyung picked at his coat sleeves, rolling the cinched band over and unfolding it again. He didn't want to let the younger off the hook.

"We've got all night for you to help me understand."

"Why? Why should I? Why am I even here?" The biker voiced his doubts aloud. "I didn't even realize I'd walked up the your fancy beach house until I was there. You mentioned a balcony once before and I can't believe I ended up having to get your attention with those stupid rocks."

"Everyone needs an ear that'll listen." The older answered.

"I was doing just great last summer in my alone time with the ocean." Jeongguk spoke sourly. "Then, you came along and stole it. Invaded it. And now I'm stuck helping you!"

"Need I remind you I've been using that spot for years? You never had to come back after that first night anyway." He countered. "Never had to come back any night after that."

"But I did." Almost like a reminder.

"That... that, you did."

"How did the 'ear I need' belong to a surfer?" Jeongguk's voice went soft, tired, of arguing with himself. "Do you know how crushing that is?"

"I do, actually." Taehyung smiled and the curving of his lips made the younger's face lighten. "I'm the one who dropped my ego and asked for help on my fear. Thanked you for saving my life, too. If anything," the artist chuckled, "I know more than you about how crushing that is."

"Wonderful." The man huffed.

"You're a real pain in my ass, you know that, Jeongguk?"

"You wish I was a pain in your ass, Saltine." Even his stupid jokes were sounding weak.

"Tell me." Taehyung nudged, almost reaching a hand out to touch his shoulder, but he opted to just lean a smidge closer. "At least help me understand why the hell you won't stop their harm-bringing actions."

No wonderfully sparking voice, gravelly and warm when it echoed in Taehyung's head, sounded.

"Jeongguk."

"Taehyung." He replied on impulse, the response bouncing back almost automatically.

"Help me understand." It was almost a plea. "So I have reason to think you're not as dangerous as I've been lead to believe."

So I know you're just so incredibly real and a little bit of an insensitive prick... not a disastrous problem I need to rid from my life.

The hesitation lingered somewhere in the older's head, fairly put off knowing that Jeongguk was knowingly involving himself in trouble.

But it had also dissipated into said lingered state with his knowledge that the biker was there asking to be heard, whether he verbally expressed it or not.

Jeongguk was truly as brittle as the feather inked on his back.

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*screeches in rewriting the same chapter three times in the past four days*

fun fact: my english teacher was actually a college dropout, part of a touring band, and then did his masters to finally became an english teacher :')

this the same guy i just wrote in
as beating someone up???
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