⟦THIRTEEN - SEEING RED.⟧

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CHAPTER 13: SEEING RED - VKOOK POV

WARNING: GRAPHIC SCENES + MATURE LANGUAGE.

NOTE: THIS ????? TAKES PLACE AS V GETS ANGRY BECAUSE JUNGKOOK DOESN'T WANT TO REMEMBER HIM. HE IS ALSO ANGRY AT HIMSELF FOR REMEMBERING LIKE A 'FOOL' AND SO HE GETS HIMSELF BEAT UP BY JUNGKOOK.Β 

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V'S POV:

"I'm so fucking stupid! Stupid, stupid, STUPID!Β " I punch the disintegratingΒ walls multiple times, the brick pouring into ashes of dust onto the storage room's floor. "Why can't I just fucking- Fucking be normal?!"

My anger would come like an impossible build-up of steam, burning me inside out. I'm stupid. I know I am. I'm stupid and I'll always be. My face has become rigid, jaw clamped tight, teeth grounded angrily. Fury overtakes my soul and I hit the wall again.Β 

"F*ck!" The punches I throw at this instance, don't make at all a difference. My fists are battered in bruises, there's not only red all over them but the walls too. Everything's numb. I can't feel anything anymore.

I'm finished holding back. I held back my emotions as long as I could, and now I'm letting go. I don't give a fuck who sees me doing things that shouldn't be done. I don't give a fuck about who wants me for themselves. I don't give a fuck about any damn human, on this damn planet.

Everyone can go fuck themselves. I punch the wall one last time, kicking it as well in fury. I leave the room, seeing red.

The first two lessons have finished, so the halls are busy again. People look at me, judging me. But I don't care until I see him.

His fucking gorgeous brown hair, his fucking eyes, his fucking presence. I fucking hate it.Β 

The boiling rage burns crimson all over my body, the blood spittingΒ out of my knuckles, the blood rushing to my face, my bleeding breaths, and my eyes. I feel them burning, burning red. I run forward, the rage pushed into pure impassivity, and plunge myself into him. I've thrown him onto the floor, and I can hear shocked muffles and shouts from behind me.Β 

But they don't echo, they silence as myΒ clenched fist squares him in the jaw. "I F*CKING HATE YOU JUNGKOOK!"Β 

My breaths are short and untidy with no response from him for a while but only a confused look at me in my eyes. "V, what are you doing?" He turns his head slightly, twitching in the pain from my hit.

I seethe, "What I should have done ages ago, Jeon." I throw a second swing at him, hitting him in the gut. I repeat it, again, again and again. Until he coughs up blood, to which I chuckle darkly.

"W-What d-do you mean?" He stammers as he looks at me with an unreadable expression which only annoys me further. I grapple his hair, shaking him violently.Β 

"Can't put up a fight, Jeon? I thought you were the big bad wolf." I taunt him, then dropping his head. I stand up, spitting at him, "Show me the real you." My breaths are huffed out quickly, "Come on Jungkook, don't be a coward. Teach me something else - f*cking get at me."

It's not as long as I thought for him to get up, but he does. "You've fucking done it, V."

In that frozen second, we stand against each other, the aching of our injuries settling us down for a bit.Β 

But it stops as soon as he tugs me at the collar, holding me up, and then hit me back at the nose. "Now the fight really begins," I lick myΒ lips, the taste of iron lingering on my lips as the blood drips. I spit in his face, "Jeon."

I pushed him back, silence loudly sounding the corridors as people either run from us, or stay to witness the fistfight.

"Both of you don't do this." I turn to see Jimin, a worried look on his face.Β 

Jungkook scoffs, "Sorry Jimin, he started it, didn't you?"

Abruptly, he threw his body weight behind the fist that edged closer to my face, hitting my jaw with such a force that blood pooled into my mouth. Pain erupted from the point of impact, but with quick thinking, I came with a jab into his chest, and I swear I heard a bone crack. "That all you got?"

He blows at my eye, and that for sure will create a bruise later. "Nope, you got something else coming!"

With my own two hands, I grasped his head, bringing my knee cap up to his nose, another crack sounding with my dark chuckle. Crimson leaked from his nostrils as did mine, but I could see his nose had actually twisted, twisted right.Β 

He drew back his fist again, plowing it into my stomach. I could feel my blood vessels bursting. Hence, I repaid this by punching his jaw, his fist colliding with my weight. I continued to batter him, still seeing red until he then fell to the floor.Β 

His chest gently rose, sinking with each shallow breath, he'd draw in. "Y-You fucking d-d*ckhead." He coughs up blood, I chuckle.

"Dickhead? Aren't you the one that's got your tongue tied to them?" I feel multiple arms grasping around me as well as mutters, but I spit out the words regardless, "You're just a fucking blur to me, Jeon, nothing more."

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JUNGKOOK'S POV:

"The fuck did that asshole want anyway?" I clean up the peeling blood that dried around my face in the aftermath.Β 

"Kook, I get that you're mad but he must have a reason for this," Bambam says to me, and I scowl back.

"Reason? Yeah, he would've said." I sternly say, then pouring rubbing alcohol on my slashed jaw. I flinch, "S-Shit. What is this stuff?"

"Rubbing alcohol. Sorry Jungkook, but it's the only way your wounds will heal." He takes the cotton from me, then turning my face around, "Sit here, and let me do this."

I jump on the sinks, just sitting in between two.Β 

"This is going to hurt, okay?" He looks at me, his eyes seem to be filled with sadness. "Hold onto me if you need to, because it'll get really bad."

"Yeah yeah, just, just do it." He nods quickly, getting another piece of cotton wool, then dousing it in rubbing alcohol, and he holds my cheek. He's close to me, that's sure, but I don't feel anything.Β 

I know I don't like boys for sure. "Ah- Fuck!" I screech, but BamBam holds my head and presses it against the open slashes on my chest.Β 

I grapple onto him, "S-Sorry Kook, it'll be o-over soon." He looks down, and I bite my tongue to hold in the incoming scream.

"I-It's okay. Just, a-ah- Fucking do it."Β 

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V'S POV:

"V, I thought you were done with this!" The principal shouts at me. Apathetically, I roll my eyes. "You can't just hit every boy in here! I get it! You want to be cool, but this isn't the way to do it."

"Look cool? The way to do it? Should I go read books like the nerds Jimin and Namjoon?" I look down, scoffing, "No thanks."

I relax back in the chair, and he rolls his eyes. "You're ridiculous V, seriously. I thought you changed for a while. You're just the same, just like your father, a lying scum."

"Excuse me, Sir, what did you say?" I stand up, my bag already in my hand, testing whether he has the blood inside his veins to piss me off.

"You're like your father, V." I close my eyes for a second, retreating from the anger and staying passive, and I storm away.

"I don't have a fucking father. And I'm - I'm not turning into him." I slam the door.

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I created my first fist fight scene, idk if it's good lmao.

and I decided to add more questions to the story, aka problems.

the next chapter will unfold them a little.Β 

anyways, don't forget to comment, vote etc.

and I'll see you then!

(EDIT: I FINALLY FIXED THE PROBLEM! I realised the error here was that my mind was fading out and I swapped Jungkook's character to V's which mixed up the scene.)

Β©keketan

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