"Don't--" Hoseok tried to stop the boy, but Taehyung didn't listen as he strode up to Namjoon and slapped him.

"How dare you!" He growled. "Where did you get that from?" He said, pointing angrily at the now destroyed painting.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Namjoon growled lowly. Usually that scared people, but Taehyung didn't back down.

Suddenly, Jin taking rushing into the kitchen and took in the scene before him. "Taehyung-ah...." He began.

"Where you the one who did it?"

"Okay, let's just all calm down--" Hoseok was interrupted once again, and his attempts to calm the situation ignored.

"Where you!?" Taehyung shouted into his brothers face.

"W-what do you mean?" Jin asked, letting out an exasperated laugh as he held his hands up at the threatening boy.

"That!" He shrieked, pointing at the destroyed masterpiece. "That was not meant for anybody, so why do you have it!?"

"You're not making any sense." Jin said, slightly panicking at how Tae was getting more and more enraged. "Just talk to me, what's wrong?"

"That." Take said simply, pointing to the painting at his feet.

"The painting I gave to Joonie for our wedding?"

"Where did you get it?"

"My parents bought it for us...as a sign of good will." That seemed to be enough to set Taehyung off. Hoseok was concerned for the boy, he wasn't in his right mind.

"Where the fuck do you think--" Taehyung ignored Namjoon and walked out. Hoseok followed him, curious about what had set off the boy about the picture.

It was nothing but a painting. Albiet, a beautiful one, one that was made by a world renowned artist who hadn't made a piece in six years but--

Hoseok stopped, furrowing his eyes together. The artist...Hoseok turned and ran back into the kitchen. He kneeled down beside the pieces of the painting and searched for the bottom right corner.

There he found it...an intricately carved V, right at the bottom. Maybe the piece wasn't meant for anyone but him, and another piece of his life was yet again destroyed.

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Taehyung disappeared the rest off the day. Hoseok didn't even bother looking for him, knowing that the boy needed some space.

He had had the painting cleaned up and put into a corner. Namjoon had come in earlier, angrily glaring at the piece, but eventually agreeing that it was up to Taehyung with what happened to the painting.

After four hours a tired looking Taehyung slowly entered and stopped when he reached Hoseok.

“Have you calmed down now?” Taehyung nodded. “Good. I believe that you should go and speak with your brother. You have some important things to catch up on, some explaining to do on both of your parts, and an apology to give to Namjoon.”

“I’m not apologizing to him.” He said firmly.

“That is something you will have to do. Namjoon does not stand for any disrespect.”

“He disrespected me, I’m not apologizing.”

“Look here you little—“

“Enough.” Both males turned to find the man they were arguing over standing at the doorway. “I would like an apology, but I will not force one.” Hoseok stood there in shock, never having heard that from his boss before, but nodded.

“Hello~!” A voice suddenly sang out. A happy Jungkook and Jimin slipped into the kitchen. “We’re back, after a long trip and—wait aren’t you that stripper from the club?” Jungkook asked.

Taehyung gave him a blank look and simply turned, walking away.

Namjoon simply scoffed and the two other boys gaped at the attitude they were given. "What's up with him?"

"Don't ask." Hoseok sighed.

A depressed looking Jin entered the kitchen.

"And what's up with him?"

"Again. Don't ask." Namjoon added. The two exchanged glances and then looked back at them.

"Jin." Hoseok called out. Jin turned to look at him, his eyes dull. "Go talk to Taehyung. Both of you need to talk to each other."

"I don't think he wants to talk to me."

"He's your brother. He's just hurt right now, but of course he wants to talk to you."

"Wait...brother?" Jimin butter in, looking incredulously at the both of us.

"He blames me for everything that happened to him."

"He does not. He's just never been able to express how hurt he actually is, how hurt he was. You need to talk to him."

"Hold on! I'm confused. Is the stripper the brother?" Jimin pressed.

"But what if he really does hate me?"

"Oh for fucks sake, someone tell me what the hell is going on!" Jungkook finally snapped. Everyone stopped and turned to him.

Hoseok sighed. "Taehyung, yes he is the stripper, is Jin's brother."

"And!?"

"You don't need to know, because it doesn't involve you." They all turned to find Taehyung standing still the edge of the kitchen. He was glaring at the two boys.

"Tae..." Taehyung looked over at his brother and the kitchen fell silent. The two brothers stared at each other for a little while.

"We need to talk. Come with me." Jin nodded and followed his brother out of the kitchen, leaving everyone else alone.

"So...where's Yoongi?"