One last time(book 1)✅

5

I lay back on my bed unable to take my mind off the eventful day I had. I am gripped with a feeling of suffocation and panic everytime the scene played in my mind.

How do you genuinely get attracted to someone your child's age? People like that should be yeeted to another galaxy.

The masked guy came through like a godsent angel. Whoever he was.. If he didn't pull through in time.. I don't even know..

I was lost in my thoughts until Namjoon screams in my ear.

"Oh, I'm sorry.. I didn't hear you coming." He furrows his eyebrows.

"Are you okay, Y/n? Your face looks pale ever since you came from school and you look like shit. Is everything fine?"

I get cold feet straight away. I'm a terrible liar for someone as smart as Namjoon. I can't even hold back the tears.

He kneels before me taking my hands in his. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

"Promise you won't tell Dad." I whisper fighting back the droplets.

"Unless it's something concerning." He rubbed my arms soothing my nerves.

"So.. um.. my math teacher tried to touch me.." He jerks off to his feet.

"What?! And you're telling me this now?!" Namjoon's face hardens, I grip his hand shushing him.

"Calm down. I got off the hook before he could go any further. I had help."

"Thank god you're safe.. Jesus.."

"I know. It's just... I.. I can't stop thinking about it. I feel disgusted and.."

"Come here.." He hugs me burying my face in his shoulder as I take deep breathes.

"I can't feel what you going through but I can help you mentally distract yourself."

"How?" I sniffle faking a smile.

"Let's liquor you up."

-

He pulls over to some nightclub.

"Am I supposed to dance my worries away?" His VIP pass saved us from the line up of huge number of liquor thirsty people.

We take seat on the pub tables. "Snort your worries away." 

"What? drugs? no way!"

"Girl, you're 19 chill out! also no, we ain't doing drugs, I was kidding. Here.. this will clear up your mind."

I squeeze my eyes chugging the liquid, that leaves a burning sensation all over my throat.

"It tastes like pee." I scrunch my face sticking my tongue out in disgust.

Namjoon blinks "Yo, how do you know how pee tastes?"

-

1..2..3......8

I gulp down eight damn shots. My eyes red and steps wobbly.

I sneakily leave Namjoon's side walking through the sweaty bodies to the other side of the club, not able to think straight.

I reach to the corner, crouching down and continue watching the people living their best lives. A chortle escapes my throat as a woman puked in a man's mouth during kiss.

That was disgusting. He starts screaming and crawled away with the woman chasing him to continue the kiss.

My eyes wander between the crowd and comes to a halt when, I see the guy resting his ass alone on the sofa staring blankly.

It was my angel. I would recognize them tattoos anywhere.

I go on my way and slump on his lap.

His breath hitches and he pulls his mask back up, staring at me in blank amazement.

"Why do you always hide your face? Are you uglyyyyy?" My voice slurry, he prevents my attempt to drop his mask.

"What are you doing here?"

"Drowning in my sorrows. Don't worry I'm not alone." I point my finger at Namjoon.

"Is.. he your boyfriend?" There was a sense of disgust in his tone

"Nooo, he's my step bro." He goes into deep thoughts, licking his lips.

"You shouldn't be here. Get your brother and leave." His apprehensive tone makes me laugh.

"Are you trying to boss me around because I owe you one?" My brain refused function causing me to speak crap straight. It is difficult to keep my eyes open.

"I'm trying to save your life." I click my head to the side not understanding anything.

"Y/n!" Namjoon notices my absence and starts looking for me.

"I have to go." His tattooed hands push me off his lap, I hold onto his collar afraid to fall.

"Wait!" I pull him down and peck his neck. "Thank you for today."

Dizziness takes over and my vision goes black.