Chapter Text
“Min Jungkook!” his father shouted, stumbling into his bedroom and flicking on the lights, “You have 10 minutes to get out of bed and into Taehyung's car or.... or.... I don't know what I'll do yet, just get your ass out of bed!”
Jungkook groaned and rolled over in his bed.
“MIN JUNGKOOK!” his other father shouted up the stairs, “COME ON!”
Jungkook flailed around on his bed angrily. “No,” he moaned, trying to bury his head back in his pillow.
“I WANT TO HAVE MORNING SEX PLEASE GET OUT OF THE DAMN HOUSE SO YOUR FATHER WILL FUCK ME!”
“MIN YOONGI!”
“Oh my GOD!” Jungkook yells back, sitting up blearily, “WHY DO I HAVE TO HAVE THE MOST DISGUSTING FATHERS?”
“GET UP!”
“I AM UP!” he shouts, “Can't possibly go back to bed now with the risk of those fucking nightmares!”
“LANGUAGE!”
“FUCK YOU, DAD!”
“JUNGKOOK!”
Jungkook groans again, throwing the blanket off his body and stumbling over to his closet. He pulls on the first shirt he comes across and pulls the first pair of sweatpants from his drawers, and the first pair of sock that don't look dirty that he finds.
He always loses his socks.
“JUNGKOOK!”
“I'M COMIN'!”
He pulls his sweatpants on and stumbles out of his room and down the stairs.
“Ji gone already?” he asks as he comes into the kitchen and heads toward the breakfast bars.
“'Bout time we saw your face,” Pa says, glaring at him from the table, over his coffee, “and yes, of course she is. We did have one responsible kid, by some miracle.”
“She's not related to you,” Dad snorts, earning a shove from his Pa.
Jungkook just rolls his eyes as the shove turns into his fathers canoodling at the dining room table, like it always does.
A long, loud honk comes through the front door, followed by several short honks and then another long one.
“Tae's here,” Jungkook announces, “bye!” He hurries to put his shoes on and grab his backpack.
“Jungkook!” his dad calls.
He turns back, looking exasperated.
His dad just steps forward and presses a kiss to his forehead.
“Dad,” Jungkook whines, rubbing his forehead angrily and glaring at him.
“There was a time when you refused to go outside if I hadn't given you kisses, you know” his dad snaps, “now you have to put up with it.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes again. “Whatever. I'm leaving!”
“Love you!” Pa calls.
“Love you, too!” he calls back, “see, why can't you be more like Pa?” he asks his dad.
His dad raises a single eyebrows. “Remember that the next time you ask me to build you and Yoonji a couch fort.”
“You're absolutely right,” Jungkook replies immediately, “I was wrong, I'm sorry. Thank you for the kiss.”
His dad laughs. “I'll see you later, kid, go before you're late to school.”
Jungkook hurries out of the house.
“Get in, loser,” Jimin greets as soon as he's in the backseat, still pulling his shoes on.
“I thought we both agreed to hide Mean Girls from him for the next 17 years?” Jungkook groans, still struggling to pull on his shoes, as he looks up to glare at Jimin.
Jimin cackles.
“I think he watched it with Pa,” Taehyung grumbles, “I sweat to god, Dad and I are struggling in that house.”
Jimin snickers louder.
Jungkook just sighs and sits back on the seat as he finishes pulling his shoes on. He slides a seat belt over him now as they set out for school.
“I can't believe it's the last semester of school and you're still going to school dressed like that,” Jimin mutters, when he turns in his seat to look at Jungkook.
“Like what?” Jungkook asks defensively, looking down at his clothes.
“Like a fuck boy.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Better than dressing like every gay best friend ever.”
“I am your gay best friend,” Jimin retorts, turning back around in his seat.
“You don't have to dress like it.”
“You just can't appreciate style.”
“You can't appreciate comfort.”
“Neither of you can appreciate silence,” Taehyung breaks in, his voice dry, but his smile fond.
“We're not even going to take about how you dress, Tae,” Jimin tells him, “so shut up.”
“No, no,” Jungkook says, “do share your opinions on Tae's outfit too.”
“It's not as bad as yours.”
“I am comfortable.”
“And I'm pretty sure thats a jizz stain on your pants,” Jimin snaps teasingly.
Jungkook looks down at his sweatpants in panic.
Jimin laughs.
Jungkook looks up at him with narrowed eyes and leans forward to smack Jimin on the head.
Jimin makes a wounded noise.
Taehyung snorts and shakes his head.
Really, the three of them make an odd set. Taehyung always wears the same basic thing, which includes a shirt tucked into jeans, and some sort of jacket and a few accessories.
Jungkook wears two types of outfit. Fuck boy, or e-boy, as Jimin has so lovingly named them. He either dresses like he just rolled out of your local frat house, or like he's just come from some sort of punk concert and there's no in between.
Jimin is extra as fuck. He wears the latest fashions, always looks immaculate, and blends his masculine and feminine flawlessly.
People stare when they walk around together in the halls of their high school and wonder how on earth they all ended up such close friends.
The rest of the car ride passes in relative silence, until Jimin turn on the radio and blasts his favorite Queen CD, which almost never leaves the car's player, despite Taehyung and Jungkook wishing it had never existed to begin with.
The arrive at school just as Bohemian Rhapsody starts and both of them breathe a sigh of relief when Jimin whines in dismay.
They all climb out of the car, and Jimin's friends immediately come over to them. Vernon, BamBam, Lisa, and Jennie are the only ones who totally approach them, although there's a group of probably a dozen people hovering on the edge.
Jimin waves over his shoulder as he walks off with them, not bothering to say anything.
“Yo, Min!” a voice calls to Jungkook.
Jungkook turns to see some of the other guys on the football team gesturing at him widely, beckoning him over and waving, but he just grins, waves them off and turns to Taehyung.
“Hurry your slow ass up,” Jungkook demands, “we're gonna be late to homeroom and you know Ms. Jones will bitch if you're late again.”
“I need a smoke,” Taehyung says, “go in with your buddies.”
“I'll stay with you.”
“Go in, Jungkook.”
“Hey, Koo,” Chan greets as he walks up having broken away from the group, “you coming?”
“I'm waiting for Tae,” Jungkook says, at the same time Taehyung says, “yeah get him outta my face, would ya?”
Jungkook looks at Taehyung, his eyes carrying a measure of hurt, but Taehyung ignores it and blows cigarette smoke from his lips.
“I'll come in with you, Chan,” Jungkook mutters, slamming his car door angrily.
“Okay.” Chan draws out the word in confusion, looking between Jungkook and Taehyung nervously.
“Don't take it so personal, princess,” Taehyung calls as they walk away.
“Fuck right off, Taehyung,” Jungkook calls back.
“What's happening there?” Chan asks as they walk toward the doors.
“I don't fucking know,” Jungkook mutters, “you know how he is.”
Chan shrugs. “I'm sure he'll get over it. He always does.”
“Sooner rather than later would be nice.”
“Finally dropped your little freak off at daycare?” one of the other guys asks, standing next to them as Jungkook and Chan open their lockers.
Jungkook turns to glare at the boy angrily. “If you call him that one more time, Sam, I swear to god I will relocate your balls.”
Sam holds up his hands in surrender. “Dude, chill. You can't tell me Kim's not weird.”
“Doesn't fucking matter, don't fucking call him that,” Jungkook slams his locker door shut sharply, “Or I'll relocate your fucking balls.”
Sam holds up his hands in defense again, but doesn't say anything else.
“You gotta stop scaring all the other teammates,” Chan mutters, “this is why we don't have any other friends.”
“Just 'cause the whole team doesn't like us, doesn't mean we don't have friends,” Jungkook replies rolling his eyes, “besides, do you wanna be friends with some asshole like that? God, imagine what they say when we're not around.”
Chan shrugs. “Guess not.”
Jungkook had a small reputation (it was a big reputation but he refused to acknowledge that) for being aggressively defensive. He was definitely a justice best served immediately type of person, which he more certainly got from his Appa. If he ever caught a guy talking down about someone he'd throw hands. Now, a threat usually covered it, since he'd made good on threats enough times for people to know he was always serious.
This was particularly true for people he cared about. He'd gotten in more than one fight defending Jimin and Felix, who were the target of some less than savory comments after they had each come out. More recently, though, he was having arguments and fights over Taehyung. Taehyung was never really liked, but it just kept getting worse through high school.
Taehyung had his own reputation, and it wasn't a great one. He was constantly challenging the school, as far as dress code and stupid rules like that went, wearing miniskirts to school and even a sports bra with nothing else. He graffitied the gym wall once, when the gym teacher was caught with his hand up a girl's skirt and nothing was done about it and while Jungkook didn't think he was necessarily wrong for doing those things, there were surely better ways to go about it.
Anyway, Jungkook's tendency to defend and fight for people made him a formidable person to approach, and Chan was drawn into it by proxy. They truly didn't have a ton of friends.
The day went as can be expected, classes were boring, practice was pretty standard, and Taehyung ignored Jungkook in the halls, like he always did, a direct contrast to Jimin who jumped on Jungkook every time he saw him.
Until Jungkook went out to Taehyung's car afterwards to go home.
Lucky him, Jimin also had an after school activity (dance) so Taehyung just stayed and waited for them, choosing to read in the parking lot while they were busy.
Today, though, Taehyung wasn't at his car.
Instead, what Jungkook found when he got out of practice made his fists clench angrily.
He dropped his bag next to Chan, who stood beside him staring in shock at the car.
There were words keyed into the car on the front two doors.
The driver's side said Psycho, the passenger Fag.
There was red paint smeared on the back two doors, dripping from the roof and through the open windows.
“Who the fuck did this?” Jungkook muttered aloud.
“Oh my god,” Chan whispered, walking up with both his and Jungkook's gym bags, “what the fuck?”
“YOU FUCKING BIT ME, YOU FUCKING PSYCHOTIC BITCH!” a voice yelled coming from behind the maintenance building just beyond the parking lot.
Jungkook took off in that direction.
“Stay here! Wait for Jimin and Lix!” Jungkook called to Chan, who was only too glad to comply.
Chan wasn't a fighter, and Jungkook knew that.
When Jungkook rounded the corner of the building, he saw Taehyung pressed back against the building, grinning a smile filled with blood as he laughed.
There were two other guys, one had Taehyung pinned and the other was clutching his bleeding hand and looking angry.
“Hey!” Jungkook shouted, “What the fuck are you going?”
The two guys spun and saw him. Both their eyes widened, but the one guy was clearly super pissed because he recovered pretty fast and sneered at Jungkook.
“What's it look like, Min?” he asks, “teaching your friend a lesson.”
“And why the fuck are you doing it?” Jungkook strode toward them, his whole body tensed for a fight.
The guy's eyes flashed dangerously and he crouched lower, getting in a fighting stance.
“He fucked my girlfriend that's what,” he snapped, “probably raped her, the crazy son of a bitch.”
Jungkook's whole body shook with rage at the accusation.
Taehyung did a lot of things that he thought maybe weren't great.
But that was definitely not one of them.
He flew forward, landing a solid punch on the guy's jaw and knocking him straight to the ground.
“You obviously don't know what the fuck you're talking about,” he growled, “how dare you accuse Taehyung of that?”
“Your girlfriend came to me for help,” Taehyung sneers, “see, it seems she'd never finished properly and she was under the impression that I might be able to fix her little problem.”
The guy underneath Jungkook thrashed, pushing at Jungkook but he wasn't strong enough to really do anything. He did land a few blows, though, and Jungkook had to turn his head as he spit the blood from his mouth. He'd split his lip again.
The guy holding Taehyung punched solidly in the stomach and Jungkook heard a sickening crunching sound as all the air left Taehyung's lungs.
Jungkook growled and shoved the guy on the ground down harder before bounding up and going for the guy holding Taehyung.
He ripped the guy away and shoved him off, socking him in the jaw as well, before grabbing Taehyung and bolting.
“I didn't know you ran from fights,” Taehyung wheezed, struggling to breath or keep up with Jungkook.
“Only those that I don't see ending well,” Jungkook grunts out.
Taehyung trips and lands on his back on the grass. “Damn I think they knocked a rib out,” he says, cringing as he laughs.
“Fuck, Tae,” Jungkook mutters, he leans down and tries to pull Taehyung up, but the other just winces when he puts weight on his left ankle.
So Jungkook leans down and forces Taehyung up onto his back.
The two guys are up and gaining on them now, too close for Jungkook's comfort.
He takes off, running with Taehyung on his back to their car.
“Get in!” he screams, at Jimin who's standing and surveying the damage beside Chan and Felix. “Get in the fucking car, Chim!”
Jimin looks over, his eyes widening as Jungkook barrels across the parking lot, Taehyung on his back laughing hysterically, both of them with blood on their faces. He scrambles to collect Jungkook's bag from Chan and throws them in the back seat, before he climbs into the passenger seat.
Jungkook kicks over a trashcan behind him, in the direction of the two other guys.
“You're so strong, Kookie,” Taehyung giggles, “carried me all the way over here.”
“Can you just...” Jungkook trails off with a frustrated sigh as he throws open the back seat, and all but tosses Taehyung inside it.
“I'll see you later, Chan,” he says as he climbs in the car, “I wouldn't stick around.”
“Yeah, hell no,” Chan answers, looking over at where they two guys are climbing through spilled trash.
He grabs Felix's hand and pulls his little brother away.
Jungkook trusts them to leave fast.
Everyone else in the parking lot is staring, murmuring to themselves and the people with them, as they watch Jungkook reverse quickly, sending flings of red paint all around them.
He manages to make it out without hitting anything or anyone and once they're on the road home, he breathes a sigh of relief.
“What the hell, Taehyung?” he demands, looking into the back where Taehyung is still sprawled across the street.
“I caught then messing with the car,” he tells them, sitting up and sticking his head between the seats, “couldn't just let 'em, ya know?”
“You could have!” Jimin counters, sounding like he's on the verge of a panic attack, “you're gonna give Dad a heart attack!”
“You think?” Taehyung looks down at himself and giggles.
“Are you DRUNK?” Jungkook asks, leaning over toward Taehyung without taking his eyes off the road and sniffing at him, “God FUCKING dammit, Taehyung!”
Taehyung falls back into his seat laughing. “Havin' a better time than you two, though!”
“Fuck, you can't go home like that,” Jungkook mutters.
“I gotta get to work, Tae, what the hell?” Jimin whines.
“I'll drive you to work from here,” Jungkook says, “is that good enough? I'll bring his ass back home with me until your parents come home or some shit.”
Jimin sighs. “I guess, it'll have to be good enough,” he mutters, glaring in the rearview at Taehyung, who's conducting an invisible symphony.
“I'm sorry, Minie.”
“It's not your fault, Jungkook,” Jimin reminds him.
Jungkook just sighs.
Once he's dropped Jimin off at the restaurant he works at, he heads toward his house, eyeing Taehyung, who's passed out in the back now.
He stumbles into the house, throwing Taehyung's keys in the bowl by the front door.
“Tae, wake the fuck up,” Jungkook mutters.
“Am awake,” Taehyung says, “jus' like it when you carry me.” He pats Jungkook's bicep where he can reach it in his bridal style hold. “My strong Kookie.”
“Koo?” his father calls, walking hearing Jungkook crashing around trying to take off his shoes.
“Uncle Yoongi!” Taehyung exclaims happily when he sees his uncle walk into the hall, “isn't our Koobi so strong now? Remember when he was all little and shy and he would be so blushy all the time.” Taehyung pinches Jungkook's cheek. “You were so cute. The cutest bun.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes when Yoongi raises his eyebrows.
“Is he drunk?” he asks.
“Plastered.”
“Hoseok!”
Hoseok comes around the corner at his husband's shout. “What's.... oh my god.”
Taehyung waves and giggles at Hoseok.
“I'm putting him in my room,” Jungkook says, “will you call Uncles and tell him he's here?”
Hoseok nods dazedly.
“Are they bloody?” Yoongi mutters as his son walks up the stairs to his bedroom.
“Again?” Hoseok sighs, getting out his phone.
Yoongi shakes his head and walk away.
He can't even with that right now.