The Boy In My Bed | TK

CHAPTER 4

Taehyung's POV

As I pull up to the house party ,For fucks sake Baekhyung I cuss silently to myself cars lining either side of the one-way street. I park haphazardly, squeezing between two Hulk like cars and make my way up to the front porch of the house.

The people standing outside the house and drinking look at me through their drunken gaze, hollering and cheering as I manoeuvre my way through the mass of people. Those looks are kind if nasty. I dodge a thrown drink from a fighting couple as I walk through the hallway and scan the room for my idiotic older brother - well for anyone I know actually. A few familiar faces get lost amongst the crowd, but no one recognisable - my brother is nowhere in sight.

I push through into the kitchen, and there, sitting on on the kitchen table, is my brother's best friend Jungkook making out with I assume to be Hyelin. His inebriated eyes roll over me, pausing a second before he shouts something but to no avail the loud music forcing me to attempt a lip-read, once again to no avail. He pushes on the redhead girl and makes his way over me, I divert my gaze and dip out the side door as he calls my name.

"Baekhyung!" I call out emphatically, looking into an empty bathrooms. Trying my luck at another door, I open a towel cupboard and close it in embarrassment. Oh shit. I pace around and head towards the staircase leading to the second floor. A couple cascades down the stairs; both attractive and tall, paying no attention to me - a lingering scent of sex following them. From the smile on his face, it must've been good sex. Great. From the deadpan look on her face, I hope she finds someone else tonight then.

"Um sorry, have you guys seen my older brother Baekhyung? I can't find him. Hazel-blond hair, dark brown eyes, annoying." I ask politely, waving them to a stop at the bottom of the staircase.

"Baekhyung? As in Swim Captain Baekhyung. There's no way your his little brother, I mean look at you." The muscular guy mocks, prodding my chest. "There's no way the bro has a lil faggot bro," he mocks. The girl uninterestedly plays on her phone, paying no attention to the situation.

"Ugh well I-"

"What? You trynna hook up with me you fucking faggot? Is that why you wanted to talk to me huh? Waving me down and all that shit." His hands connect with my chest as he pushes me into the wall, veins popping from his now noticeably- toned, muscular arms. Spit sparks from his mouth as he continues to degrade me. "You want this whopper? Huh? Huh!?" He grabs his groin and pushes it against me, rubbing it against my newly-washed jeans. Eww.

I took a long breath in, compose myself, lift my leg and kneed him in his balls. He gasps as he huddles over, grabbing his groin. "Fuck..you...faghuhhhh..." He cries after me in a winded breath, reaching out for me as I ascend up the staircase. I stare back at him, his girl looking around awkwardly before exiting, leaving him leaning on the wall to prop himself up.

I peer through the hallway, accidentally walking in on a spicy game of the spin the bottle when I say spicy I mean there are 3 girls playing spin the bottle, right in front of the people hooking up on the bed - spicy. Very spicy actually.

I push open another door, this time more cautiously and there he is laying in a Lightning McQueen bed, hugging a Mr Incredible doll tightly- the poor little kid who's gonna wonder why Mr Incredible smells like alcoholism and a drinking problem.

I grab a cup of water on the nightstand, maybe he tried to sober himself up; but the water is meant to be inside you, not inside the cup. I tip it and watch as he squeals to life, eyes bulging in awe as he familiarises himself with his surroundings.

"Hurry up I haven't got the whole night." I yell at him. At 19 years of age my brother barely functions as a member of society - in fact, he barely functions in general. All he does is drink, complain about being hungover, and repeat the same thing again. Well, this is the last party before school starts back agr on Monday so I understand.

With a swaying walk, Baekhyung follows me out of the room to the staircase. There, at the bottom of the staircase, is Jungkook consoling the guy I kneed in the nuts just a few minutes ago; he looks up towards me leading my brother down the staircase, a hint of anger in my eyes.

"What the fuck you agro? Why are you always flipping your shit for?" Jungkook yells at me as a I greet him at the bottom of the staircase. "Bob is the bro and there was no need to randomly attack him, like what is the actual fuck?" As much as Jungkook's anger is phasing me I can't help but consider that the big, muscly strong sportsman is called Bob.

"Yup it was all my fault. Bob is just great. Get out of my way I have to take my brother, who you're supposed to look out for by the way, home." I go to push him with my forearm but he catches it with a grip, locking me in a glaring battle. I shove him off myself and pull my brother with me.

"Yeah run away fucking dirty fag. I'm gonna fucking get you!" Bob calls out to me, I look back and see a confused looking Jungkook - the anger gone from his eyes.

"What the fuck dude?" Jungkook says to Bob in utter confusion.

"You're all the same." I reply with a sigh. Turning around, I walk back out the front door, exiting the front porch and dragging my brother into the car.

Between a few slurs I hear something that resembles a 'thank youuuu' slither out of Baekhyung's mouth, his ever so kind heart still present even during his drunken state.

"Did you have fun Taehyung? That was fun huh? Parties are fun. UP THE BOYSSSS! You should come next time, I'm sure everyone will love you." he screams from the passenger seat, a gleeful smile spreading across his face.

"Yeah Baek, I had lots of fun tonight...so much fun actually." A tear trickling down my cheek.

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