[CONTENTID1]Chapter 21[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2] Crush on you [/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3] Our fault[/CONTENTID3]

[CONTENTID4] 

„OH MY GOD!“

Jungkook just sighed, unmotivated, sitting at the breakfast table and cutting Taehyung´s damn apple.

„THIS IS... oh my god!“

Jungkook sighed again.

„This... damn... I am..!“

„Shut the up, Hyung!“ he yelled towards the ´s room.

„GO TO YOUR PLANET, ALIEN!“ He responded.

After the night, Taehyung didn´t remember what had happened at all. When he woke up the following day, he could barely talk. His mom had to support him in bringing him to the bathroom, but his dad had removed all mirrors just before. He was screaming, yelling, and cursing about his two fingers.

They were big and swallowed. It was a Tuesday this morning, and Jungkook knew the horrible pain he was going through. Tuesday was the day of the rings. It perfectly matches with one earring, but no bracelet. A light perfume and rings. Everything... and rings. Not being able to wear rings on a Tuesday had broken his willpower.

His mom called the school and told them that he was sick. Jungkook couldn´t believe that this was seriously the guy who had snapped that night.

„OH MY GOD!“

Jungkook had enough. He was limping towards the stairs. His ankle was not broken, just stretched. But it hurt like hell. He needed a minute to climb up the unpassable mountain of 5 steps and turned towards the right. He knew EXACTLY what he would see.

He knocked.

„ off, alien!“ he heard his annoying voice.

„Coming in.“ he mumbled and opened the door. He had to force himself not to grab a gun and shoot this .

He sat on his bed, eyes wide open, trembling in excitement.

„OH MY GOD!“ he yelled at him.

„Awesome... you prevented another world war," Jungkook whined. His hyung was so ing stupid ...

„Ya pet, go and sleep somewhere!“ Taehyung hissed at him, but his eyes started sparkling again when he turned around.

„Hyung! You´re blocking the light!“ He heard another seriously annoying voice. „Poodle, go home. The diva sleeps anyways...“ whispered. The blue hair in front of him wobbled from side to side when Ren shook his head.

„No, Taehyung allowed me to spend a little time with him. This is a rare opportunity. I can learn so much from him. He can control over 20 muscles in his face and smile in 10 different ways, each in 3 angles! I can´t go home at all. He is my master.“

Jungkook tried hard not to grab that thing and drag it to a pet shop, trying to sell him.
„OH MY GOD! THIS IS AWESOME! BRILLIANT!“

Jungkook turned around. This was too much. Taehyung was sitting on that ing bed, his eyes glued on the vogue that he had bought.

„Come down. I cut your damn apple.“

"Why?" Taehyung asked.

"You can´t do it because of your broken fingers. Invalid." Jungkook giggled. They had told him then he fell out of bed because of a nightmare, and he broke them.

"YA! How?“

„With a knife.“ Jungkook rolled his eyes.
„Which one?“

„The blue one.“

„I don´t like blue.“ Taehyung snapped at him.

„Your problem, hyung."

„What about my milk?“ Taehyung asked.

„I got it. From an alien.“
„I won´t drink it.“ Taehyung pouted.

„Okay, then I throw it away.“ Jungkook got annoyed.

„That´s a waste of food.“

„You are a waste of my time.“

"GO HOME, ALIEN!" Taehyung screamed.

„Eat your apple, !“ Jungkook yelled at him.

„Nope.“

„Hope you will starve to death.“ Jungkook wanted to punch his face.

„But I will still look better than you during my end.“

„I can´t wait to see that look on your face when you can´t annoy me anymore.“ Taehyung grinned.

„Go back to your universe, alien.“

„Your eyeliner has a gap.“ Jungkook stated.

„WHAT?“ Taehyung ran out of the room. Jungkook grabbed the Vogue and threw it out of the window. A petite blue-haired poodle started running down towards the garden. That had succeeded. That night, he was caring for him, Jungkook had helped him go through it, and Ta