Pinky Promise--Taekook

A knife? Really?

I get to school again and Taehyung was gone again. I text him. 

JK: You're worrying me. 

JK: We promised something, remember?

JK: It' ok to break promises. 

JK: But could you just talk to me?

JK: at least give me some sort of sign. 

I focused on class (ew)  and took more notes for him. Had something happened? My phone buzzed in the middle of class. 

T: Fine. Just sick. 

I frown. Taehyung wasn't one to send such short messages, especially after something like this. If he did, I was right there next to him when we were having a conversation. But maybe he really was just sick. 

JK: Ok, can I get you anything?

T: No. please don't contact me again. 

I stared at the phone screen in shock. How could he say that? What the hell? I set the phone down for a moment, processing what he'd just sent me. 

Please don't contact me again. 

Did I do something? I thought we had fun the other night. Had I asked too personal questions? No, most of them were stupid any way. The bell rang for gym, but I didn't hear it. 

Did Taehyung hate me? Why did he hate me? I had done something. It was probably the secret question wasn't it. I shouldn't have asked him something so personal. 

"Yah!" Someone flings my desk from under me. I looked up and saw Changbin. 

"Always a pleasure to see you love" I smiled, giving him a wink. 

"Shut the fuck up" He slaps me. But his slap was weak, I scoffed. "Your little cat isn't here to protect you anymore. I can do whatever I want to you" He smirks and leans over me. 

"I don't think so" I tilt my head, hair falling in my eyes. I didn't look away from him. 

He grabs me by the collar and drags me out of the room and into the hall. I let him, wondering where this was possibly going to go. He dragged me to the third-floor boys' bathroom. This bathroom was under construction. Had been since '93 and everyone knew the staff used it. 

Changbin locks the door behind him. Despite the 'under construction' sign the only difference form the other bathrooms was the lack of graffiti. 

"You got something to say, cheater?" He shoves me. 

"Syas you" I scoff. He pushes me again; his eyes were full of dead hatred. 

"I wanted to do this for a long time" He glares and punches me. Mye yes water as I stumbled back into a stall. "And now that Yoongi's gone, I can do whatever I want" He pulls out a knife. 

"A knife?"

"You scared?" He scoffs. 

"I would've thought you'd bring a gun" I shrugged. He shoves me and I hit the tiled wall, my bruised back hitting the cold tile. 

"I'm not going to kill you" He whispers, pressing the knife to my neck. I feel it sink into my skin. "I'm just going to have some fun."

"Sounds gay" I whisper back. 

He glares, pressing the knife against my neck before pulling away. I felt blood drip down my skin. 

"Oh bunny" He puts a hand under my shin, making me look at him. I glare at him. When he leans in I kick him in the dick, grabbing the knife and running out of the stall.