Pinky Promise--Taekook

That one scene.

I realized I liked Taehyung while I was walking to Namjoon's. He's funny, snarky, kind and absolutely stunning. Who wouldn't like him? Even the thought of him made me smile. 

"Aw, what's that smile for?" Jhope pops up next to me. I yell out of surprise. 

"Ssibal! You bitch! Nothing, just thinking of my lovely hyungs" I responded. 

"Mhmmm you better be" He smiles, we walked into Namjoon's place and I already hear the music upstairs. We seem to party. A lot. 

We saw the others partying, dancing and jumping to the music while causing chaos in Namjoon's place. The smell of alcohol was strong. 

"Yoongi!" I saw him on the couch in a denim jacket. 

"Bunny" He gives me his beautiful gummy smile and offers me a glass. 

"Yah! he's too young!" Jin scolds. Yoongi shrugs and takes a sip with a smile. "Jimin! put the fire down!" Jin runs away, already distracted. 

Yoongi grabs my neck and kisses me, passing me the alcohol from his lips. I pulled away with a smile. "So, is that what you taste like?" I tease. 

"Let's get away from these freaks" He pulls me down the stairs. 

We get to the doorway, and he pushes me against the wall, his hand full of lust, wandering up my shirt. I wince. 

"What? Did I hurt you bunny?" He pulls back. 

"No" I say and turned, pushing him against the wall. I kiss him again, feeling his lips part. he takes of bitter alcohol. My hand were in his hair and his hand s wandered to my waist again. 

He bites my lip and I wince. His hands go under my shirt and I grimace again. 

"Ok, is something wrong?" He pulls up my shirt then stares at the bruises across my chest. 

"Who-was-was it Changbin?" His voice trembles as it goes cold. 

"No, it wasn't him." 

"Was it Taehyung?"

"What? no!" I exclaim, taking a step back. Why would he ever think that?

"Then it had to be Changbin!"  Yoongi's drunken voice raises. 

"No! Look I got in a fight with--"

"With Changbin? Why didn't you tell me?" He shoves me. I see anger in his eyes, it wouldn't be easy to calm him down. He wasn't going to let me speak. He already had an idea in his head, and he wasn't going to let go. 

"You aren't listening! You always say that--but do you ever hear yourself?" I gesture to him. 

"I'm trying to help you" He yells, then sweeps stuff off a nearby table, sending it shattering to the ground. I flinched. "Can't you funking tell?"

"No! I can't! I see you fucking yelling at me!" I snapped. 

"I'm not--I'm not--"

"Please, tell me what the hell's going on your head to think yelling will help me" I grab his shoulders. 

"Get off!" He shoves me again. I fall against a chair, clutching my side. I'd hit one of the bruises. Yoongi seemed to be panicking he looked around like he didn't know where he was. 

"Yoongi" I hugged him, trying to calm him down. He just shoved me off again. 

"Get off!" he yelled. "Don't touch me, asshole!" 

How could I snap him out of this? So, I punch him. He falls onto the stairs spitting out blood. 

"Why did I do that?" I say to myself as he stands up. I flinch as he shoves me again, giving me the deadliest glare with his cat eyes. 

"I'm-I'm going to kill him."

"No! I didn't get in a fight--"

The throws a chair at a mirror on the wall. It shatters. I flinched and covered my head as shards fell on me. I looked up to see Yoongi crouched on the floor, his arms covering his face. 

He'd shut down. 

I'd just tried to talk to him. Why did he make it so difficult? 

I got up and left. The music upstairs seemed to have muffled out whole fight to them. They probably didn't know a thing.