"I hate the way he looks at you." Johnny whispered, his voice low.
What she was dreading the most happened. Johnny leaned in and pressed his lips on hers.
She didn't kiss back and managed to turn her head.
"Stop it!" She spoke louder this time.
"Let her go and get the hell out of here!" A deep voice echoed in the hall. The new comer didn't just stand there, he rushed to Johnny and holding Kiaraa steadily, pushed Johnny strongly.
"Have some respect." He spat.
Kiaraa, shaking, buried her face in Taehyung's chest.
Taehyung hesitated before bringing a comforting hand to her head, but made sure not to hold her.
Johnny, being a few feet away from his friend and Taehyung, realised what had just happened.
"...Kie...I...I am so sorry."
"I...I can't right now, Johnny. I'll see you in the morning." She spoke dryly, but her voice wasn't steady. Johnny was one of her closest friends.
She took a step back and acknowledge the person in whose arms she had felt so safe.
"Taehyung? oh my god... I...I'm so sorry. I-I'll go now. um..thank you." She whispered confused and embarrassed.
"Kiaraa?" She turned to him, his brown eyes looking kindly towards her.
"Do you know where you're going?" Kiaraa felt lost and scared.
No she didn't. The house was large and she didn't visit since she was preparing dinner.
"No..." She muttered.
"Where's your luggage?" Taehyung asked softly and Kiaraa didn't reply. She just showed the suitcase by the living room sofa.
"Okay. I'll take it upstairs? If you're okay with that." Kiaraa looked towards Johnny who was closing the door to his room. She felt terrible for him. She knew Johnny and she knew he would never have laid a finger on her had he not drunk so much.
Although it was true that she never trusted him drunk. She turned to Taehyung who was waiting for her answer, holding her large suitcase.
"Yeah." She whispered to Taehyung.
"This way." Taehyung gently caught drunk Kiaraa and steadied her. She took the arm he was offering to climb the sairs.
"Aren't you drunk too?" She asked. She saw Taehyung drink.
"I am. Very drunk." He whispered back. Kiaraa kept her eyes on the stairs even though she occasionally looked Taehyung's way, admiring the control he had over his body. She couldn't walk straight and he had drunk more yet he guided her.
