Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #29 A Night At The Bar

"You couldn't spend an extra three seconds to put shoes on?"

"It was the heat of the moment! I know its stupid, fuck off."

Yoongi chuckled, dropping three ice cubes into a tall class, each plopping into the water with a clink. I ended up going to work after all. It was the middle of the week, one of the least crowded days. I didn't really have a justified reason not to.

"So let me get this straight. At some dinner party you fucked up real bad, then you ran away like an idiot, then you went back to the house to pick up your clothes. Then what happened?"

I was silent. I didn't even try to think about how to tell Yoongi. In fact, I didn't even let myself relive the moment. I kept my mind blank.

"Hey, when I first came to your house, how come Namjoon kept mistaking me for a prostitute? I know how I was dressed and everything but I can't seem to connect the dots. Aren't you straight?"

He looked down, avoiding eye contact. He shifted further away from me, busying himself with slicing a few lemons and strawberries for the cocktails. I swallowed. I've said something wrong. I've gone too far. I coughed awkwardly.

"You avoided my question." Yoongi muttered. Yeah, I know I did. Then again like he's one to complain, he did the exact same thing.

"So did you." I said quietly, slight fear bubbling inside me. The last thing I wanted to do was overstep my boundaries. I really liked Yoongi and I considered us close friends.

 Unfortunately, sometimes I'm not sure how close we really are. I thought I might try asking since I already invaded his privacy by trying to stay at his house. He raised his head slowly, glancing around the bar counter to make sure there weren't any customers near.

He glanced at me.

"If I answer your question will you answer mine?" He whispered.

"Hey Yoongi, no, it's fine, if you don't want to answer you don't hav-"

"Do we have a deal?" Yoongi cuts in. I darted my eyes to him. I nodded hesitantly. He sighed.

"Jungkook, if I tell you this I want you to know what it means. It means I trust you and I genuinely want to be open with you. It's hard for me to get close to people. I care about you and I want this to work. Can you promise me that even if this friendship doesn't last forever you'll take whatever I tell you to your grave?"

I nodded quickly. He sighed again.

"Well- a few years back I was into some pretty strong substances. Narcotics and Hallucinogens mostly. I hung out in many run down clubs or brothels. Practically orgy's at that point. We don't have to get into the gruesome details but in short it wasn't considered a very enjoyable time in my life. One night I was high off multiple types of depressants."

He paused for a moment, a slight glint of regret in his eyes.

"I don't know. I just tried a few things with a few different people and got addicted. It's not anything too complicated or special really. There wasn't much feeling involved anyways. 

The point is Namjoon was off in Incheon becoming some brilliant entrepreneur, opening art galleries, museums and resorts. Where I was just a few hours away getting high off baking soda. It makes me feel fucking pathetic whenever I go home to see him sitting on that old stained couch."

"He visits often just because Namjoon being Namjoon won't let me slip off the edge of the world into another universe of sex, money, and alcohol. Even though I haven't taken any drugs for over a year he still puts off everything to visit me for a few months annually. It makes me feel worthless. Like some rehab patient."