Pinky Promise--Taekook

uhh ur supposed to be dead

I'd stormed around all afternoon. I'd missed Jin's graduation, but I didn't care, I was too pissed off. I wanted to punch something.

How was I supposed to live with Harin now?

God, I really wanted to punch something. The school was closed so I couldn't go to the gym there. And it's not like I had a gym membership. A wall would work.

I headed into an alley. My first hit the brick before I could control myself.

Why did Harun have to assert herself into my life? I can do this on my own. I'd been doing it on my own and look at me. She was going to yell at me when I got home. Should I even go home at this point?

My phone rang.

I picked it up. It was Taehyung. If I was going to answer anyone, it was going to be him. I wiped my bloody knuckles on my jeans before picking up. I needed to apologize about Haring earlier. I sank to the ground and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Kook?"

"Yeah, Hey I'm sorry about today--"

"I'm done with you" he says calmly.

"What?" I sit up. "Look, I'm sorry about Harin--"

"This isn't about Harin. It's about you." He interrupts me. He sounded cold, not nervous or sad. He sounded fed up. Fed up with me? I was so confused.

"You're...breaking up with me?"

"Yes" He answers. His voice was confident, defiant. He knew what he wanted.

"Why?" I run my hand through my hair, probably getting blood in it.

"Goodbye Jungkook"

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I stand, leaning against the wall. Had I done something? What had I done? Had this been pre-meditated? I know we hadn't been spending much time together, but I'd been catching up with schoolwork.

I didn't mean bad on him, had he taken it that way?

Someone ran into the alley and collapsed on me.

Really? A drunk guy? I didn't want to deal with this shit. So, I shoved him off. "Yah--"

But the man covered his mouth and pinned him against the wall again. He smelled like alcohol. What was his deal? I reached for the knife in my back pocket, btu he seemed to sense that and caught my wrist.

Men ran by the mouth of the alley yelling loudly.

This man was hiding. So, I should find a way to yell at the men. Maybe he'd finally get to punch something for his trouble.

But I couldn't move, the man had me pinned against the wall, bricks digging into my back.

When the men disappeared, the man before me pulled away. I had to stop myself from running after the men and yelling.

Min Fucking Yoongi was in front of me.

His hair was long, falling to his cheekbones and he wore a Hawaiian shirt and baggy jeans. His arms were bare.

"Yoong--"

He covers my mouth again. "Be quiet Bunny" He whispers his voice was deep. He covers me again and the men run past the alley once more.

"Yoongi! we'll kill you! Changbin doesn't give up that easily!" One yells before they all disappeared around a corner.

"What the hell is happening?" I demanded, grabbing Yoongi's hand.

Yoongi smirked. "You wouldn't understand--"

"I'm trying to!" I shove him away. " I'm trying to understand why you would do something like this--but I don't get it" I glared at him, "everyone thinks you're dead--"

"Not everyone" He meets my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I snapped, I was only getting angrier, my knuckles stung. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. He looked tired.

"Look..."

"Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt--"

"No" he grabs my chin, making me look at him. "You didn't do anything wrong. Don't fucking say that shit, It's just..."

I push him away. "Who knows?"

He looks away. "Jin."

I stare ins hock. He ran a hand through his hair anxiously. I see a bruise on his cheek and scratch on his nose. What the hell was going on?

"He knew this whole time?" I say quietly, my voice trembling.

Yoongi nods, crouching on the ground. He looked like he was going to shut down, but he spoke. "He knew the whole time."

I gaped. "Are you serious?" Jin knew? He knew when he'd found me at the pool, he knew when we'd been at the funeral, and he knew everything when he saw me every day at school? How could he keep that from me?

Why?

"I really wanted to tell you, I did--" Yoongi grabs my wrist, eyes pleading.

"And why didn't you?" I grab his wrists. he felt ice cold. I had so many questions. I didn't want to let go until I got them. I thought we were close, closer than the others, but he had kept this from me.

"I-I can't--"

The men run by again and spot Yoongi. He shoves me back behind a dumpster and bolts down the alley.

"Get back here Min Yoongi!"