Pinky Promise--Taekook

He'S gOne To thE DarK SiDe....

Over the weekend the adoption process continued, apparently the Jeong's had liked me. For whatever reason. A court case was on Monday to get it finalized. The process was much faster than others, but rich people can get whatever they want it seemed. 

I sit in the hideout, tired. 

"Jungkook?" I hear Namjoon walk into the room. He sits next to me, putting his head on the desk so we were eye level. "What's going on? you've been quiet all week." 

"I'm going to get adopted" I say simply. 

"Really? That's great!" Namjoon smiles, but then seems my reaction and frowns again. "Right?" 

"I don't want to deal with a family" I say. "You guys are my family." 

"Aw kook--"

"But we're falling apart." 

Namjoon looks at me for a moment, studying my face. "Let's go talk to Jimin, right now." He pulls me up and leads me stumbling to Jimin's class. 

He's sitting at his desk, taking Selca's in the mid-day light. He walked over, stopping next to him. Namjoon was still holding my hand. 

"Let's talk" Joon states. 

"No" He responds, not even looking up. "I don't want to talk to freaks." 

"Freaks? how does nine years of friendship go down the drink so fast?" Joons lams his hands on Jimin's table. 

"As quickly as Jungkook betrayed me" He glares at me, lowering his phone now. 

"You know I--"

"I thought you actually liked me!" HE jumps up. "I know you liked Yoongi--and he was a mess! Why not me?"

"You said it was literally just a crus--" 

"IT wasn't" He glares, his voice steady as he leaned over his desk too me. 

"You--"

"Jimin, just because Jungkook doesn't like you doesn't mean you have to go to Changbin seriously? He tried to kill--"

"HE deserved it" 

Jimin glares into my soul unflinchingly. He didn't care about me anymore. HE hated me. 

I walk away, I didn't want to deal with Jimin anymore. 

Someone pulls me into the storage room, pushing me on a desk. I see Taehyung. I smile at him, hooking my palms on the desk. Just looking at his pretty face made me feel better. 

"Hey pretty boy, what's up?" I inquire with a tilt of my head. 

He steps between my legs, his hands on my knees. He doesn't say anything but kisses me, pushing my jacket off my shoulders. 

I smile as he kisses me, his lips trail down my jaw, nipping at my skin. I feel him unloosing my tie and I pulled it over my head for him. He continues to unbutton my shirt as I pulled him closer with my legs. 

He kisses my collar bone his lips trailing down my chest. I bite my lip to stay quiet for him. 

His hands are on my thighs and waist, feeling up my skin as my shirt fell off my shoulders and to my wrists. 

He looks up at me and I meet his eyes. He looks down at me and suddenly freezes. 

I frowned, and he touches my arm. I looked, seeing the cuts from a couple days ago. I forgot about those. "Oh shit--I'm sorry" I pulled up my shirt, trying not to trigger him. 

"Kookie..." he looks up at me, his eyes big. "Why..."

"I had a rough night--I didn't know what else to do" I responded. He takes my arm, looking at them. 

"You should've called me." 

"You told me not too" I reply. 

"Call me next time" He looks up. 

"There won't be a next time." 

"Promise?" He holds out his pinky. I smiled and crossed my pinky over his. He was concerned, but he had no need to bed. 

"Promise. You should try to keep it too." 

"I'm trying" He whispers. 

I kiss the top of his head. "Good Tae Tae" I smiled and pull on my shirt. "God Tae, I'm covered in hickeys now." 

"Hm. you look pretty, you look like..." He steps closer, buttoning up my shirt. "Mine" He whispers in my ear. 

I blush, putting on my tie. He smiles, seeing my reaction. I smiled back seeing his beautiful smile. 

"Come on kookie, let's go to class" Tae pulls me along.