a/n: This one is kinda rough. If anyone has any experience with parental or physical abuse, you might want to skip this one. Just a heads up, this one is intense. Suicide warnings, alcohol abuse warnings.
The wind rustled through your hair roughly as the sounds of the highway blocked any sound from inside the car. Music was booming from the radio, allowing you to slip into a different world as the car sped down the grey asphalt. You looked over at your best friend who was bobbing his head to the music.
"Taeyong, what did I do to deserve a best friend like you?" you asked him, running your hand over the leather covering on the door and up to the window switch. Taeyong rolled his window up in the same fashion and turned down the music.
"You don't deserve me, I just showed up on a cloud of gold for you to take," he spoke smoothly and chuckled when your hand slapped him in the arm.
"If anything you were fools gold."
"Absolutely not. Hey, my friends are meeting up at the bar later tonight if you want to tag along." he offered, knowing you didn't have any plans for the evening. You thought it over without much effort and gave a short nod agreeing to the offer. There were certain things you wanted to avoid as long as possible, so maybe the bar might help get rid of your problem.
Taeyong opened the door to the dark blue and white designed bar and placed a hand on the small of your back as you walked through the door. He did a quick sweep to look for his friends and also a certain someone. He spotted his friends in the back private corner of the bar and called a coast clear on that other person.
"Back there," Taeyong spoke into your ear, pointing to the people in the back. It looked like the boys had already ordered several rounds of drinks. Taeyong rolled his eyes at the lack of their control.
"Hey!" Mark called, waving at the two of you. You smirked and sent a nod in Mark's direction before addressing everyone else. They all looked the same as the last time you saw them.
"Y/n!" Yuta screamed, shoving his way out of the booth to crush you in a hug. "Why is it every time I see you your appearance keeps getting prettier?"
"Shut your mouth." Taeyong snapped with a smile on his face, bringing a hand down on his shoulder and shoving him away. You slid into the booth next to Taeil who gave you an awkward smile.
"What do you want?" Winwin called from the other end of the table. You held up your index finger with a serious expression and a straight voice.
"One shot of vodka. One, Winwin."
He smirked and got your request along with a glass of Malibu right behind it. You nodded in approval taking the shot and then enjoying the sweet drink. It became loud in the booth as everyone got excited about the freedom that was granted to them for a few hours.
"Oh Y/n," Doyoung called, catching your attention. You looked down the table at Doyoung who slapped a hand down on the back of a guy you hadn't seen before. "This is Jungwoo. He just joined the group."
"Hi!" you greeted giving Jungwoo a warm hello. He smiled and waved back in a greeting and then downed some scotch. Jungwoo coughed a few times and cursed at the awful liquid.
"That is awful!"
Your eyes widened at the small sound of his voice coming from a tall attractive figure. You dismissed it immediately, feeling yourself judging Jungwoo for no reason.
"Hey how are things at home?" Yuta asked, breaking into a completely different subject. A subject you didn't want to talk about. Your eyes drifted to your drink as you slowly moved the straw around the cup. Your mouth opened several times, but closed as the images back at home brought tears to your eyes.
"Things have gotten worse." Taeyong dropped his voice, glancing at you before placing his hand on your back.
"Rehab didn't work?" Doyoung questioned, confused at the devastating reply.
"No," you replied. The entire table became quiet at the words coming from your mouth.
"Rehab?" Jungwoo inquired lightly, unaware of the past and previous events.
"I'll tell you later," Taeyong answered, ending the conversation. You shifted uncomfortably and glanced at your watch. It was time.
"I need to leave," you spoke looking at Taeyong. He nodded and grabbed his keys, getting up from the booth and holding out his hand. With small good byes and a few sad waves, you left the bar.
Every second, you wished the car would stop driving and you could stall out the danger and fear coming your way. Taeyong gripped your hand in his tightly as he turned down the street to your house. He could hear the sharp inhale of air through your nose when he drove the car up to the curb five houses away from your home. You both got out of the car and met on the sidewalk. Taeyong pulled you into the every night hug you got when he dropped you off for the day.
"You can do this. I believe in you," he mumbled, hugging you tighter. You nodded in agreement and pulled away from him walking in the direction of your house. You glanced behind your shoulder to see Taeyong watch you enter your house before he left.
