Pinky Promise--Taekook

Youre just human, hopefully.

I woke to my phone ringing in the middle of the night. I grabbed it, only to realize it was a shoe why was that on my nightstand? And actually, grab my phone.

"Hello?" I say when I successfully picked up my phone. My eyes were to blurry to see who was actually calling me.

I was greeted by harsh breathing. Was this a hyung pranking me?

"Aishh is this a prank? Who is this?" I say sleepily while rubbing my eyes. "Jimin-ssi?" I call.

The breathing wasn't that of someone who was breathing into the microphone to be annoying but of someone who was breathing uncontrollably.

"Hello?" I say again and looked at the screen. Kim Tae Tae... "Are you ok Taehyung? Are you having a panic attack? Or did Jimin put you up to a prank?" I ask.

The breathing continues.

"Do you want me to stay on the line?" I suggest. I didn't know what to do. Something was wrong and it's not like he'd talk to me, but any sign would help.

"Do you want me to come over to your house?"

"Yes"

-------------------------I walk up to Taehyung's house. I see him outside, pacing.

"TaeTae!" I call.

He sees me and runs over, into the darkness and hugs me. I was surprised.

"You ok Tae Tae?"

He takes my hand and pulls me into his house and up the stairs. The entire house was dark and quiet.

We get to his room and fairy lights make the room glow softly. Tae begins to pace the room.

"Hey Tae?" I try to grab his arm, but he slips out. He's still breathing hard and flapping his hands.

"Tae" I stop him. He meets my eyes. He'd bene crying and looks away, biting his lip.

"Breathe Taehyungie" I pulled him down onto his bed. "Breathe with me, ok?"

I take a deep breath and he follows me. We do this a few times until he seems calmer.

"What's wrong, Taehyung?" I wiped his eyes. He looks at me. Jesus Christ he was pretty, the fairy lights made his puppy eyes sparkle.

He hugs me and I fall back on his bed.

"You can talk to me. I mean....you don't have to talk to you like, text me. I don't know, whatever works for you" I say.

He just holds me tight. I felt different than Yoongi. Mainly because we weren't fucking but he held me like I was the only thing that felt safe. 

"Do you feel better, Tae Tae?" I touch his head. He flinches so I put my hand down, not wanting to scare him. 

"Yes" he says. 

"You don't have to talk" I say. 

"I want too" he responded. 

"Alright then, will you tell me what happened?" I ask. I gently touch his head again and he doesn't flinch. 

"I-I just..." he sits up and leans against the wall. 

He was out of his school uniform and wore a big grey hoodie and some black shorts. he pulled his hood up.  

"Hey" I scoot over, and he pulls his knees up. "don't shut down on me, what's going on in your head?"

He looks at me for moment. I hear rain tapping on his window. He really was so pretty. 

He then rolls up his sleeves. His arms were covered in scars, covering most of his skin in thin lines or faded circles. Some looks old and some looked newer. I touch his arm gently, feeling the bumps along his skin. 

"I wanted to do it again..." He whispers. 

"And?" I meet his eyes. They are wide and scared, watching my every reaction. 

"And I-I called you" he looks away, biting his lip and holding back tears. I scoot closer and rest my elbows on his knees, holding his cheeks. 

"That's good Tae Tae" I ruffle his hair. "I'm glad you contacted me, is this what happened last time?"

He nodded, looking everywhere but at me. I pulled my hands away. "You can call me whenever, even if you don't wanna talk" I smile. "And you can tell me whatever you want, I won't tell a soul."

"Promise?" he asks. 

"Promise" I hold out my pinky and he cross it. He pulls away and looks up at the ceiling, the lights sparkling in his eyes. 

"Are you going to disappear?" he asks. 

"I don't plan too" I scoot back onto his pillows. "So no, I don't think so." 

"Promise?" he holds out his pinky. 

"Promise" we promise again. "As long as you do the same."

He nods and looks away. 

"Can I ask you something?" 

He looks up at me, nodding. 

"Why don't you talk? You don't have to answer. I'm just curious." I inquire. He bits his lips and scoots over, grabbing a stuffed dog (Yeontan?) and pulls it close to his chest. 

"I have nothing to add to the conversation."

"I doubt that" I sit up and tilt my head to meet his eyes. 

"People will yell at me if I talk" He bits his lip again. 

"Am I yelling at you?"

"No."

"Then why do you think that?" I reach up and play with a strand of his hands. He has pretty fingers. 

"Because of Jiwoo..." He says it barely more than I whisper I almost didn't catch it. 

"What?" I scoot closer. "What does she do?"

"She--" he bites his lip again, looking at the doorway and holding his dog tight. 

"You don't have to say it-if it's too much" I drop his hand, not wanting to overwhelm him. 

But he shook his head, reaching out his hand and tapping my hand three times. "She-she hits me whenever I talk. She'll yell at me and sometimes I-I can't move the next day. She tell-tells me I should die--" His voice breaks and he fell into my lap, shaking. 

"It's ok, it's just us here" I run a hand through his hair. I hadn't realized how bad his situation was. I pushed him back onto his pillows, he his eyes with his fists. "Is that where that bruise came from?"

He nodded, biting his lip. I could still see him shaking. I could see he was losing control of his breathing too. 

I put my head on his chest. Yoongi would like this sometimes, a weight on his chest helped him calm down when he had a panic attack. 

"It's ok, Tae Tae" I wrap my arms around his waist. He was smaller than I thought. 

"I'm-I'm sorry" He stutters. 

"You're just human"