Jeon Jungkook' Hooligan

Country: South Korea. City: Seoul. Area: Iksan-gu.

Taehyung hears these words now, sitting in the police station for fighting. Kim was quite the troublemaker, fond of asserting his rights and expressing his opinions that no one cared about.

“I’m telling you, he was the one who started insulting me first,” Taehyung repeats for the hundredth time, looking somewhere into the corner.

"So, he calls you names, and you immediately start hitting him? That won't do, Taehyung. That's the third time this week," the police officer sighs, leafing through the paperwork.

This time, Taehyung was let off again with a fine; the guy he beat up decided not to file a complaint against him. Lucky for him.

Taehyung lives a wild life; no one is his law, no one is his mother or his father. He's on his own; Iksan-gu is his neighborhood, and he's the most dangerous and authoritative one there.

At least that's what he thought, until a 23-year-old guy moved into this crime-ridden neighborhood. Two years older than Taehyung, he was no less dangerous, if not downright rabid. Jeon Jungkook. Many were afraid of him, and for good reason; they preferred to avoid him. Because he was out of his mind, a wild, streetwise type, the kind of hooligan you'd rather not cross.

Taehyung heard about him right away; rumors spread fast. But it didn't frighten him at all; he wasn't exactly ordinary, especially since he was born in this city and this neighborhood. This was his place, his territory, and no Jungkook would take over his authority.

Jungkook was always accompanied by two other boys named Hoseok and Yoongi. They were just like Jungkook himself, only less aggressive and more reasonable. Jungkook, on the other hand, didn't like to mumble or hesitate; he was always slow to react and could break into a fight at the snap of a finger. And he didn't need any reason to beat someone up; he was having fun.

“He’s really crazy,” Jimin says, looking out the window while sitting in a nearby cafe.

Taehyung just chuckled and shook his head, lazily looking at the TV where Jungkook, the dangerous one - the bully, was shining.

• Yeah, that's funny.

Hatred is a strong feeling of dislike and hostility towards someone or something.

[You're mistake, Kim.]

• You're a mistake, Kim.