The door slammed. A picture fell off the wall and shattered. From the kitchen, Jungkook didn’t even look—he charged toward the noise.

"WHAT. DID. YOU. JUST. DO?!" he roared.

Seojun kicked off his shoes hard, one flying across the hall. "WHAT DO YOU CARE?!"

"I care when you treat this house like a goddamn punching bag!" Jungkook bellowed, storming forward. "I care when you come in here dragging your anger behind you like a wrecking ball!"

Seojun threw his backpack across the floor. "Good! Then you finally know how I feel!"

"You wanna act like a grown man?" Jungkook snapped, getting right in his face. "Then talk like one! What's your problem?!"

"My problem is you!" Seojun screamed, eyes wide, face blotchy with rage. "You and your perfect little gay fairytale! You and Niko and your stupid happy life! You brought me into this—you made me a target!"

Jungkook’s entire face twisted. "Are you serious right now?!"

"They LAUGH at me!" Seojun shouted, voice cracking. "They say I’ll turn out ‘sick’ because of you! Because I don’t have a mom! Because I live in some freak show with two dads who pretend everything’s fine!"

"You ungrateful little—" Jungkook’s hand slammed onto the kitchen counter so hard a cup jumped and shattered. "I fought tooth and nail to give you this life! You think this came easy?! You think I didn't bleed to keep this family together?!"

"Then you should’ve left me in the system!" Seojun shrieked. "At least then I wouldn’t have to wake up every day wondering why I was born broken!"

"You're not broken," Jungkook hissed. "You're just a spoiled, selfish, ungrateful brat who doesn't see the difference between love and sacrifice!"

"LOVE?!" Seojun laughed bitterly. "You call this love?! You yelling at me every time I cry?! You standing there pretending it’s all okay when I’m being torn apart every day at school?!"

"I’m pretending because if I stop, I will burn this whole fucking world down!" Jungkook roared. "I get up, I smile, I keep this family breathing, even when I’m dying inside! And you? You stand there and spit in my face!"

"Because I hate you!" Seojun screamed, voice shaking the walls. "I hate you for pretending this is normal! I hate you for making me your son! I wish you never picked me!"

Jungkook’s voice dropped to something lethal. "Say that again."

"I wish you NEVER. PICKED. ME!"

"Then GET. OUT." Jungkook shoved the table, hard. It scraped across the floor and hit the wall with a bang. "You wanna throw venom at me? You wanna scream in my face like I’m the reason your life isn’t perfect? FINE. Then go find a perfect life!"

Seojun flinched. He didn’t move.

"GO!" Jungkook shouted, veins in his neck bulging. "Go lock yourself in your room and scream until your throat bleeds, because that’s what you do best! BREAK THINGS! BLAME PEOPLE! And don’t you come near me again until you learn what it means to bleed for someone!"

And with that—Jungkook turned, eyes wet but wild, chest heaving like a beast barely caged, and punched the wall as he passed it—hard enough to leave a dent. Then he vanished down the hallway, door slamming like thunder behind him.

Seojun stood in the wreckage of their home, of his rage, of his father’s heartbreak. And Niko… just stood in the doorway, frozen, heart shattering in silence.