#everyone else: um ew that’s gross you need to straighten your hair or something

[arsonisticscholar]

So a big nose on a brown girl is pretty and ethnic and aesthetic and cultural but a big nose on a white girl is ugly,,,

[jasperwhitcock]

the holidays at emily’s –– a lil wolfpack christmas short story

The fireplace crackled, sparks flying up the chimney in brilliant flickers of orange. The crowded living room was filled with the mouthwatering fragrances of creamy almond biscotti, cookie dough, and milk chocolate, prompting at least half of the small, cheerful home’s occupants sigh in blissful anticipation. There was a slight rumbling of someone’s stomach, and right on queue, Emily Young placed a long porcelain plate of freshly baked homemade chocolate chip cookies on the wooden coffee table in the center of the room.

Before her faded red oven mitt-clad hands could even leave the plate, the top cookie had already gone missing.

“Fuck! Ow, ow, ow!” Jared whined from his place on the pale wooden floorboards, leaning against the terracotta-brown leather couch. He tossed the cookie back and forth between his large hands in an effort to avoid the heat, while several eyes glanced in his direction.

“Jared!” Emily chastised, groaning. “They just came out of the oven!” She slipped one of the oven mitts off her hand to hit the back of his head with it before straightening up and escaping back into the kitchen.

“You should have said something!” Jared called after her as he blew onto his hands, huffing air out to cool them.

“Really? The visible waves of heat coming off the cookies didn’t tip you off?” Leah glanced up from the television to raise her eyebrows at Jared across the room before returning to the cheesy holiday movie they were watching.

“I’ll tip you off,” Jared grumbled before hurtling the hot cookie at her face.

Leah easily caught the cookie in her hand without so much as a glance away from the screen. “Idiot,” she smirked to herself, taking a bite of the pastry.

“Yeah, that didn’t even make sense,” Paul guffawed.

“What just happened?” Emily called from the front room that was mostly kitchen.

“Jared’s throwing cookies!” Embry called back, a mischievous grin on his face, at the same time that Jared answered “nothing.”

Emily peeked her beautiful face out from the front room to glare. “If one of you throws food again in my house, I’m kicking you out.”

“Ooh, real scary, Emily,” Jared chuckled. “I’ll have nightmares for sure.”

“You should have nightmares,” Emily’s exquisite face darkened in seriousness. “You wanna know how I got these scars?”

The room erupted in an uproar of hysterics.

“I know, I know. Thank you, I’ll be here all night,” Emily chortled as she disappeared again into the kitchen.

“Ow, shit! That’s hot!” Quil cried out as he shook his hand from the heat of another one of the cookies. “How the hell did you eat that, LiLi?”

Emily in the kitchen muttered something to herself that sounded like “they never learn!”

A gush of wintry air blew through the small house as the front door opened, and with it came the crisp smell of fresh pine needle and warm cedar wood. Their faces warm and flushed from the cool air and their hair full of flurries of snow nuzzling in their roots, Sam and Jacob carried in a small but full fir tree.

“You’re back! Just in time!” Emily beamed, her sweet voice dripping with affection. Without a second thought, Sam immediately dropped his end of the tree to embrace Emily in a passionate kiss as if it’d been years since he last saw her, cautiously holding her delicate face between his large hands as though it were the greatest gift he could receive this holiday season. His eyebrows were pulled inwards at the middle, marking his severe expression with devotion and the deepest of loves as he pulled away, taking in her astonishing face, memorizing the slope of her nose, the curves of her cheekbones, the shape of her full lips as though he’d never see her again.

“Oh, okay,” Jacob snorted as he was left to deal with the tree. Strong enough to handle the fir on his own, he easily hoisted it over his shoulder. “Gross,” he gagged at the intertwined entity that was once Emily and Sam individually.

As he walked the tree into the small living room, Emily’s oven mitt hit the back of his head, making Jacob’s hearty laughter fill the house.

“No one is safe,” Jared warned through a mouthful of chocolatey, gooey cookie.

Emily and Sam followed behind Jacob into the crowded space, their hands interlocked. As Jacob propped up the tree in the corner of the room, Sam carried in a tray of mismatched mugs of spiced apple toddy with his free hand, wafting in the aroma of warm apple brandy, spiced cinnamon, and sweet honey. He leaned forward to place the tray on the table, never letting go of Emily’s precious hand. Although the room was plenty cozy with the heat radiating from the fireplace and the shapeshifting wolves’ warm-blooded bodies, the sweet scents of the apple toddy warmed everyone’s insides as though they were being enveloped in a blanket.

“Cool,” The youngest in the room, Seth, grinned, reaching forward off the couch for the handle of a mug shaped like a bear.

“Um, nope! Not cool!” Emily pulled him back against the cushion by the collar of his shirt. “Do you want your mom to kill me? Here, I’ve got something for you.”

Reluctantly, Emily finally let go of Sam’s hand to head into the kitchen, then returned with a glass for Seth. “Here.”

Seth turned around to grab the cup, looking down into it. “I get apple juice?” He frowned, peering into the cup.

“Aww, baby needs his apple juice,” Leah cooed. The rest of the boys guffawed loudly, Paul braying like a donkey in his fit of laughter.

“Shut up,” the younger boy grumbled before taking a sip. “Hey, this is actually pretty good!”

“It’s sparkling cider,” Emily laughed. “Okay, everyone’s here; should we get started?

“I’ll go first,” Quil popped up from his end of the couch. The tall man of a boy reached for one of the poorly wrapped presents from the coffee table, scooping up a wrinkled, misshapen lump covered in Star Wars wrapping paper that was dotted with TIE fighters. He examined the odd, crumply shape for a gift tag. “This one’s for… Paul.”

Quil chucked the present in Paul’s direction, and even though she should have been used to how dexterous and agile they all were, Emily still cried out. “Careful! These could be fragile!”

Paul easily caught the package, a crunching noise emitting from the shape. He lifted the present up by his ear to give it a shake before giving up on guessing. He began to tear the paper off.

“What the fuck?” Paul snorted as the contents were revealed. “Doritos? And they’re open?” 

The homey room filled with laughter again. A few droplets of apple toddy slid down Embry’s chin as he nearly spit up his last gulp. He covered his mouth in an attempt to control his cackles.

“Gee, I wonder who got me this,” Paul rolled his eyes, glancing in Jacob’s direction, who was choking on his snorts.

“Wow, I’m glad Jake didn’t get me…” Seth chuckled.

“Damn, will you ever let this go? It was one time… Couldn’t even get me a new bag,” Paul shook his head, grinning.

“Open it,” Jacob choked out.

“Huh?” Paul asked, peering into the bag. He reached inside and pulled out a smaller package wrapped inside the chips. Eagerly, Paul tore off the paper to reveal a leather wallet hand-engraved with his initials. “Oh, sweet. I bet Rach told you I had destroyed my wallet, ha! Thanks, Jake!”

“No problem,” the other boy chuckled. After examining the wallet, Paul put it aside to reach into the bag of chips and shove a handful into his mouth.

“I didn’t think you’d actually eat––“ Jacob began, but it was too late. Once again, as it so often did, the small, homey living room fell into hysterics.

“Alright, next,” Embry snorted. He learned forward from the other couch opposite Paul and lifted a heavy box neatly wrapped. “This one’s for… Leah. Damn, I hoped this one would be mine.”

“Ha!” Leah hopped up from beside him. “Give it here!”

She kneeled down on Emily’s deep red rug, placing the box atop the coffee table next to the cookies, and began tearing off the plaid wrapping paper.

Reaching inside the gift box, she pulled out a smaller black velvet box. “Jewelry? Is this what you guys just assume girls like?” Leah laughed along with the rest of the pack. “Oh, no, I’m scared of all of your tastes… Except for Emily’s…”

“Damn, way to roast us…” Jared chuckled, holding a hand over his heart in mock hurt.

“I think I have excellent taste, actually,” Quil pondered aloud.

“Yeah, sure, you do,” Jacob rolled his eyes. “Remember your Star Wars sheets in fifth grade that you picked out yourself?”

“You know what? I do. And you know what else I remember? You were mad jealous of them, Black. Don’t forget that. Stay humble,” Quil countered, shoving another cookie into his mouth.

Ignoring them, Leah lifted open the box hesitantly.

“Oh!” From within the box, Leah removed a delicate hand-woven bracelet with a single dangling circular charm engraved with a cursive L.

“If you don’t like it, I can get you something else,” Jared sheepishly began, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment as he reached a hand out to take the box from her. “I wasn’t really sure what to get you, so Kim helped me pick it out, but-“

“No, get away. It’s mine,” Leah pulled her hand back to place the bracelet out of reach.

“You like it?” Jared hesitantly smiled.

“I love it, Jared. No, really. It’s great. You did a good job.” Leah smiled one of her rare, brilliant smiles, though lately it was becoming less of a rarity.

“Cool,” Jared grinned sheepishly.

Leah placed the bracelet back inside the box and leaned over to Jared’s place on the floor, pulling him into a big hug. “Thank you, Jared!”

“Ew, what the hell–” he protested, chuckling in surprise. Finally, he gave in, hugging her back. "Who are you and what have you done with Leah Clearwater?”

“Shut up,” Leah squeezed him a little tighter as though he was her own brother before releasing him. “Don’t make me regret coming home for the holidays. Being away at school made me realize I kind of like you guys. I almost missed you.”

“Wow, the grinch’s small heart grew three sizes,” Quil winked.

“I said almost,” Leah rolled her eyes, stealing a decorative pillow off the couch behind her to chuck it at him. “Don’t get used to it.”

“There’s another gift in that box, Leah,” Emily smiled gently, urging her to return her attention to the present.

“Yeah, it’s from all of us,” Embry joyfully announced as Leah inspected the box, reaching in to extricate the heavier item wrapped in tissue paper.

“But it was all my idea,” Paul sneered with another mouthful of Doritos. Nine pairs of eyes glanced unbelievably at Paul. “What? I’m kidding.” 

Refocusing on Leah, everyone waited impatiently as she carefully pulled out a large picture frame from the tissue. The frame was a thick wooden masterpiece intricately carved into hundreds of lines and shapes, forming tiny vignettes of home –– the dense, towering trees edging the long, winding road to the reservation, the wide, snaking Quillayute River, the bleached driftwood pieces strewn on the beach, the white-capped waves of the endless ocean, the ragged edges of the high cliffs. Embedded into the surface of the wood on the sides were pieces of the familiar sea glass and the smooth stones that decorated the shore of the beach in shades of lavender and blue gray and sea green –– all of Leah’s favorite colors that reminded her of the place she called home. At the very bottom of the frame, eight small wolves were carved into the wood.

The photo in the frame was a young Harry Clearwater beside an uprooted driftwood tree log, its roots twisted wildly into the air. It had fallen over in the middle of the night during a particularly ugly thunderstorm, and Harry’s small family had gone for an early morning walk together to investigate the damage. His pregnant wife had followed slowly behind, snapping pictures. He’d suggested that she stay home to rest, but stubbornly, she insisted that she could keep up. One of the young father’s feet was propped up on the tree, and he held a very small girl upside down by the ankles as though she were a fish he was showing off as his catch of the day. The little girl’s dark hair was hanging long enough to nearly tickle the sandy rocks of the beach. Her face was euphoric. The photo had captured her mid laugh, and it was as if you could hear the wildness of her laughter.

Leah could almost feel the brisk wind coming off the waves cooling her skin, making her shiver. She could almost hear the rush of the dark grey ocean as it swelled, pushing salty water onto the shore only to retreat again and the caws of the pelicans and seagulls circling above in the cloudy sky. She could almost smell the briny fragrance of the saltwater and the soft musky bergamot scent that clung to her father’s favorite jacket.

Besides the crackling of the fireplace and the quiet scene of their holiday movie still playing on the television, the entire room was silent as Leah found herself speechless.

“Where did you find this picture?” She whispered when her voice returned.

“I found it in a box in the garage,” Seth murmured, a soft, sad smile on his handsome, boyish face. “Thought it’d look nice blown up.”

“And the frame?”

“They made it,” Emily sniffled sensitively, her eyes glassy with tears.

“Yeah, Jake helped us. We each carved ourselves in the wood,” Embry beamed proudly.

“Do you like it?” Quil asked eagerly.

“It’s something to remember us by when you’re at school,” Seth shrugged.

A tear slipped down Leah’s soft cheek, then her eyebrows pulled together in confusion as she processed Seth’s words. “How would I forget you? You’re literally my brother,” she laughed through her tears. “All of you are.”

“Maybe you’re getting black out drunk at wild college parties and losing memory. We don’t know,” Paul offered.

“Thanks, Paul,” Leah snorted, though more tears spilled down her face.

“I can’t believe you’re crying. Seriously, who are you?”

“Shut the hell up,” she wiped away some of her tears with the back of her hand. “I’m not crying.”

“Yeah, okay, sure,” Embry chuckled.

“Well, I’m crying,” Quil sobbed from the couch.

Everyone burst into laughter as they glanced at Quil who was indeed crying.

“Thank you so much, guys. I love it,” Leah sniffed. “I hate you ninety nine percent of the time, but this is the one percent of the time that I don’t.”

“Aww,” Quil blubbered. He was the first to lean in from his spot behind her on the couch and throw his arms around her, to which everyone else joined in, piling on top of Leah.

“Okay, okay, I’m suffocating,” Leah groaned, sniffling. “And you guys smell a little.”

But nobody let go quite yet, and neither did she.

“Thanks again, you guys. And thank you, Jake,” Leah whispered, the sound muffled by the massive hug. “I know you probably did a lot for the frame. It means a lot.”

“Sure, sure,” Jacob half-smiled.

i don’t feel that this is great, but i wanted to share before christmas eve because i really wanted some wolfpack holiday cheer & this is what i could get done today. it’s a dynamic i’m still trying to explore so sorry if it totally sucks hehe. also to clarify, i have no idea if the real quileute tribe celebrates christmas or not. i was curious about what their holiday season might look like, but couldn’t find any information they’ve shared about their traditions around this time. which, even if they did, i wouldn't have used it for this story because it’s not mine to fictionalize. i just wanted to know whether or not they do celebrate christmas because not everyone does obviously hehe. not that anyone would have done so without this disclaimer, but pls do not take this lil blurb as any confirmation on their celebrations! happy holidays everyone ilysm ♡♡♡

[jeontaeh]

〚TWENTY SEVEN〛

"Not to be rude, but you're literally so wrong. Like, your argument isn't backed up with any evidence nor facts, so you're just spewing absolute bullcrap. Get your stupid opinions out of my face, Jeon." Jimin snapped.

"Dude, all I said was pecan pie is the best kind of pie-" Jungkook started.

"Apple pie exists!!!" Jimin snapped.

"I mean," Jin said, the three of them walking down the sports hall, all sweaty and kinda gross after football practice. "Pumpkin pie is in the top of my list,"

Jimin was ready to attack, but then they heard a fourth addition. "You guys are all wrong. Pie is only good when it has meat in it, and that's plain facts." Taehyung said, and Jungkook looked to the side and caught him walking along with them, and smiled.

"Ugh, classic carnivore. Pies are only good when they're sweet!" Jimin said, and Taehyung snickered.

"V's not wrong. I rather eat 12 salami pies before an apple pie-" Jin began, and Jimin hit him, while Taehyung burst out laughing.

"Jin, I'm pretty sure I've seen you eat 12 salami pies," Jungkook said, and then saw Taehyung looked at him. "What?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung looked away.

"Nothing." He said, and Jungkook rose his eyebrow. Why was Taehyung acting weird?

Yugyeom walked up to them, walking beside Jungkook. "Hey Kook, you know that picture you posted on your Instagram yesterday?" Yugyeom asked, and Jungkook saw Taehyung tense up. "Where'd you get that sweater from? It looked coo-" "Stop asking weird shit, Yugyeom." Taehyung snapped and then jogged away.

Jin frowned. "What's up his ass?"

"Not Jungkook, that's for sure," Jimin mumbled, and Jungkook elbowed him in the stomach.

"I got it from- um- I don't know. Some store. Say, what's up with V?" Jungkook asked, and Yugyeom ruffled Jungkook's hair mindlessly.

"He's always a bitch to you, so nothing's new," Jimin said, and Jungkook hummed. The four of them walked till the changing rooms. Jungkook was laughing at something Jimin and Jin was arguing about for the nth time as they walked into the boys changing room.

Jungkook was giggling with Yugyeom, and the loud chatter was so common he didn't realize, but when everyone quietened down, he remembered. Jungkook looked around and saw all the boys standing in the changing room, in the middle of changing, and gulped. "Sorry- I- um- forgot." Jungkook stammered quickly. He rushed to the bench to grab his bag and pick it up. He heard a sigh.

"Seriously, are we really doing this?" Jimin said, and Jin hummed. "You guys are a bunch of pussies,"

Jungkook whispered it's okay, don't worry into Jimin's ear, and then rushed out of the boys changing room. He walked out and sighed. He didn't feel like walking all the way back to his dorm and then changing and showering and then going to the art room for his work. He rather just change and go straight to the art room.

But going to the girl's room felt so humiliating. Especially since Taehyung only stood up for him once and never again, and the coach wouldn't allow Jimin or Jin to go into the girls' room. It was bullshit. Just because he was gay, too.

Jungkook took a deep breath and built up the courage to put his hand on the bright purple door and push it open. When he did, his eyes widened.

Four girls were sitting around the benches and floor. One of them with curlers in her hair, one with her hair in a towel, one with her wet hair falling to the floor, and the fourth straightening her hair. They had nothing on but bathrobes on. They screamed, and so did Jungkook.

"Oh my god-" Jungkook let out, and then closed the door. "Oh my god- I'm so sorry! I didn't realize!!! I didn't know you guys were in there!! I-" Jungkook rambled, hearing one of the girls yell fucking creep!

"Wait- it's Jungkook! I thought it was some other random dude! Jungkook, what're you doing coming in here anyway?" One of the girls, Lisa, asked

"The- um- the football guys don't want me changing in their room. Because I'm gay..." Jungkook mumbled softly, and then there was a small pause, and he heard the girls let out an awwwww.

"That's literally the meanest thing I've ever heard in my entire life. Come inside!! You can change in here." One of them said.

"I-I can?" Jungkook asked, confused. "I probably shouldn't. That'll be weird-"

"You're gay, it's fine. We love the gays."

Jungkook hummed and then opened the door, seeing the girls sitting there. Jungkook recognized the girls, he'd seen them walking around in the group before. He's pretty sure they're part of the cheerleading squad. Lisa, Jisoo, Rose, and Jennie. They all smiled brightly at him.

Jungkook closed the door behind him and gulped. "This is weird..."

"Yeah, because you're still in those sweaty yucky football clothes! Go take a shower, wear a bathrobe, and then come sit with us. Ooh- use the third shower to the right- it has warm water.." Jisoo said, and Jungkook's mouth went dry.

"Yeah- um- okay. Sure." Jungkook said quickly. What the fuck am I doing, Jungkook wondered as he rushed into the shower area. This was weird. He shouldn't be doing it- but he doesn't really have anywhere else to go. And the girls were being kind of nice, he guesses.

So Jungkook quickly took a shower (using the mango scented shower gel) and then put on the bathrobe and walked outside. The girls were still sitting around. "Do you guys just hang out here?"

"Yeah, all the time. It's so great. There's nice soaps and oils and facemasks. Plus, there's a cupboard full of straighteners and nail polishes and- oh my god. Jungkook, you need to let me curl your hair." Lisa said. Before Jungkook could speak, someone else did.

"Wait, oh my gosh, your skin is amazing! It's so dewy and you have, like, 0 acne! I love it. Here, try this aloe vera scrub. It's homemade." Jisoo said.

"Can I paint your toenails baby blue? That is so your color-"

Jungkook was getting a little overwhelmed with the abundance of kind words being thrown at him, so he gulped, and took a little time to think. The boys are assholes, but these girls were being really sweet and he honestly really needed a little bit of refreshment.

"Yeah, sure," Jungkook said, and then sat down beside them.

Before Jungkook knew it, he had some weird green scrub on his face (he had to let it sit for 15 minutes) and Rose was painting his toenails baby blue, and Lisa was sat behind him curling his hair.

"I mean, it's just stupid, you know. One second they're super nice, and the next minute, they're complete assholes! Boys are the worst." Jungkook said, and Jisoo put her hand up.

"Preach, sister."

"I know exactly what you mean," Jennie said, arching her back. She hadn't spoken much throughout. "You're close friends with V, right?" Jennie asked, and Jungkook hummed.

"V's the absolute worst guy ever. Such a fuckboy. And girls fall for him anyway! It doesn't add up. I mean, it kind of does. He's really hot." Rose said.

"He is. I hate that. Why are douchebags like him so attractive?" Lisa asked, groaning.

"They're douchebags because they're attractive."

"Do you think he's hot, Jungkook?" Jisoo asked, and Jungkook's breath hitched. The girls were looking at him. "Yeah... Kind of... I-I think he's the most attractive guy in the school." Jungkook said softly, and the girls giggled.

"Same!" They said, and Jungkook smiled a little. Something about it was weirdly comforting.

"You know about that weird stage he went through before the holidays? For a week, when he hooked up with like 13 girls? I can't believe I slept with him. I hate myself." Jennie mumbled, and Rose giggled.

"He messaged me at 2 am on Snapchat. I knew instantly he would ask for nudes, so I said no before he could even get into it." Rose said, and Lisa high-fived her.

Jennie brought out her phone which dinged with a new message. When she saw it, she gasped. All the girls and Jungkook looked at her with confusion. Her eyes were widened, jaw dropped.

"Oh. My. God." Jennie said, and the girls smiled. Jungkook wondered why they smiled at that, but then realized it's because there was gossip.

"What happened?"

"Yeri just told me that Irene told her that Wendy saw that Dahyun found a note in her locker from Momo because Tzuyu got a message from Mina who's close friends with Eka saying that V was fucking her while looking at a picture of Jungkook!" Jennie said, and all the girls gasped. Jungkook's eyes widened.

"Wait- wait- what?" Jungkook let out, not catching all of that. "Wait- V saw a picture of-?" Jungkook began, and Jennie nodded. "While having sex with-?" Jungkook continued, and Jennie nodded. "But he's-......?" Jungkook let out and then gasped wildly, hands going over his mouth.

"That doesn't make sense! How does Eka know it's him?" Lisa asked.

"Well, Yeri told me that when Irene explained it to her-" Jennie began, and Jungkook felt heightened.

"Skip the fucking details!" Jungkook snapped, and Jennie's eyes widened. "She went on his phone and saw he was on your latest Instagram post when he- ew- ejaculated in her- god, that's gross." Jennie shivered, and Jungkook's fingers gripped around the bench.

"Wow! You know what that means, right??" Rose said, and then snickered. Jungkook hummed, biting his lip. "It means V doesn't like Eka at all! He was scrolling down his Instagram while having sex with her! That's kind of sad."

"Yeah, totally," Jungkook said softly, but his mind was whirring endlessly.

"Personally, I think V can do better. I mean they both are people who love sleeping around- but V's decent sometimes. Eka's just mean all the time."

Jungkook was spacing out. Taehyung wasn't just scrolling through his feed. This was no accident. This was done on purpose.

Taehyung found his picture more orgasmic than his own girlfriend. Now that's something.

Jungkook grinned to himself, kind of wicked. Taehyung's so not over Jungkook. Not if he has to use Jungkook to have sex with his girlfriend. God, how disgusting. How utterly disgusting; and yet, Jungkook felt more powerful than he ever has.

He's going to fuck shit up.

The door of the girl's changing room opened. "God, Jeon, you're taking forever- AAAH!" Jimin yelled when he saw the girls, and the girls all screamed and the door closed.

"Fuck off, Park! Straight boys aren't allowed!" Jennie shouted, and Jimin paled while standing outside.

"What's going on?" Jackson asked, walking out of the guys changing room with the rest of his friends.

"Jungkook's in the girl's changing room with Jennie, Jisoo, Rose, and Lisa. I accidentally walked in. The girls are in bathrobes and stuff. I'm pretty sure I saw Rose's boobs-" Jimin said, voice parched.

The boys' eyes widened, and Jimin heard Mark gasp. "Jungkook's fucking lucky."

"Aw man, I wish I was gay," Jackson whined.

"He's in there? With them? What the hell- that's not fair! He gets to see girls in nothing but towels-" Yoongi grumbled, and Jin hit him on the head.

"You guys are sick," Taehyung said while walking past them. He walked away, and so did the rest of the boys. Jimin began walking away with Yugyeom and Bambam, cheeks kind of red.

"Holy shit!" Bambam said, looking at his phone. Yugyeom looked at him in concern, and Bambam's eyes were widened. "Hyungwon just told me that Jennie told him that Yeri told her that Irene told her that Wendy told her that-" Bambam started, and Yugyeom frowned.

"What is it?" Yugyeom snapped, cutting him short.

"Apparently V was on his phone while having sex with Eka- looking at Jungkook's recent Instagram post. That's so funny. Was he that bored? God, that's what Eka gets for calling me a fag." Bambam said, and Yugyeom snickered.

Jimin's eyes widened. Oh boy. He turned around.

Jungkook ran out of the girls changing room, dressed in normal clothes now. He was breathing heavily. Jimin looked at him with big eyes.

"Oh my god," Jimin said.

"You know?" Jungkook asked.

"I know," Jimin said.

Jungkook walked up to him. "You know what this means, right?"

"It means he thinks of you while fucking his girlfriend," Jimin snapped, and Jungkook grinned.

"Thank god, at least one person. I mean, what the fuck?! How dare he! He's an asshole to me, and yet he- I'm going to kill him." Jungkook said, and Jimin grabbed his arm.

"Don't!" Jimin said, and then put his hands on Jungkook's shoulders. "Jungkook, do you know what this means? You have a thing over him now. V's always been the one who's had the advantage over you. Now there's something you can dangle in front of his face- ew, that sounds wrong." Jimin mumbled.

Jungkook gasped. "Wait- you're right! I can use this against him!"

"Yes! You know what to do. Let's say it together." Jimin said, and they both nodded. Jimin whispered one, two, three, and then;

"You talk things through and sort everything out."

"I pretend to want to sleep with him and then break his heart."

Both said it at the same time, and Jungkook grinned at his idea. "Yes! That's what I'm going to do!!" Jungkook exclaimed, and Jimin frowned.

"Umm... I'm not sure that's a good idea, Jeon. Don't break his heart! That's kind of mean, isn't it?" Jimin said, and Jungkook scoffed.

"Kind of mean is him calling me his beautiful angel baby for 8 whole weeks and then making out with girls in front of my face because he's so deep in denial. Kind of mean is him texting me all of winter break and then pretending I don't exist once school starts. Kind of mean is him being an asshole to me even though I'm nothing but nice-"

"I get it!" Jimin snapped but then sighed. "I still don't think you should do this, Kooks. Two wrongs don't make a right. Personally, I think you should sit down with him, discuss this, explain your side, let him explain his side, and then maybe you can go ahead with-"

"Shut it, church boy. I'm doing this, I don't care. I'm allowed to be the bad guy for once. I've dealt with enough shit this year. It's my turn to be the mean bitch. It's my turn to be Regina George. It's my turn to be-"

"Jesus Christ, Jungkook. How much time did you spend in there with those girls?" Jimin exasperated, and Jungkook sighed.

"I don't know. But my toenails are painted blue, my face feels really hydrated, and- Rose has a crush on you. K, I'm gonna go do art and fix this plan of mine. Bye." Jungkook said, and then walked away.

"She what?" Jimin let out and then widened his eyes, zoning out. "Holy shit."

///

Jungkook walked towards the art room to finish his work which was due tomorrow. While walking towards it, he heard some voices coming from the janitor's closet. Now, Jungkook's no eavesdropper- but this new Boss Bitch mood he's been in for the past few minutes really got him worked up. So he stood by the door.

"-so he's not even your friend?" Jungkook heard Eka say.

"No! He's not! I don't give a shit about Jungkook, why are you asking?" Taehyung said, and Jungkook felt his stomach scrunch up.

"No reason! I was planning to have a party and needed to know who to invite." Eka said quickly, and Jungkook scoffed to himself. Liar.

"Okay. Don't invite Jungkook. Just- don't. You can invite Jimin. Maybe. Not Yugyeom at all. If you invite Youngjae I'll kill myse-"

"Okay, okay. Just make out with me. I need to go." Eka whisper snapped, and Jungkook heard Taehyung snicker.

They probably began making out, so Jungkook stepped away, deciding to walk towards the art room. Asshole, Bitch, Old ass looking hair looking headass. Jungkook didn't like Taehyung right now, not even a little.

He was so obviously lying to Eka! And she probably knew he was! Jungkook just didn't understand why Taehyung was so in denial! It's disturbing how much he repressed everything.

This only made Jungkook want to wreck him further.

Jungkook walked into the art room and saw one or two more people there, with earphones in, brushing on a canvas. Jungkook felt a bit of relief at the comfort of the room, how quiet it was. He set his bag down and brought out his canvas, propping it on the table. Jungkook took out a pot of red paint, a brush, and a bowl of water to finish the painting.

Jungkook began dragging the brush down the end of the canvas. Jungkook wanted to ensure Taehyung realized how wrong his continuous denial was.

Jungkook flicked the brush to the side, dragging a red line across the painting. Jungkook wanted to make him realize every mistake he made.

Jungkook stopped the brush there, lapping the brush on the same spot for a few seconds. Jungkook wanted to hurt Taehyung like he hurt Jungkook.

Jungkook picked his brush up, seeing the red line he'd made, seeing how it made his painting look better now. He grinned. Probably looked fucking manic, he couldn't care less.

Oh, Jungkook was going to break Taehyung, alright. Going to break him like that. He'll never see it coming.

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