Exclamations

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung stood, stamping his feet barefoot in the backyard. Sleepy, disheveled, but maddeningly angry.

His chocolate eyes looked with hatred at Jungkook, who stood in front of him.

Dressed all in black, with his strong, muscular arms folded across his chest, Jeong looked like a jailer, as Taehyung had nicknamed him. A former military man hired by Kim's father to rehabilitate his son.

"I told you plainly—at 6:30 in the morning, you're already standing here," Chon's icy voice was colder than the morning air. It was the man who yanked the younger boy out of bed, dragging him outside by the scruff of his neck.

“Fuck you, father’s servant,” Taehyung spat venomously, pursing his lips. His spoiled nature refused to give in to anyone’s will.

Jungkook didn't even bat an eyelid. What did he care about the boy's empty insults? Instead of answering, he walked away, picking up the hose from the ground. He checked it—the water was cold.

"On the count of three, we begin morning exercises. If you don't do something, then..." the man pointed eloquently at the hose. "Get started. Head tilt. One, two, three."