Pinky Promise--Taekook

3am booty call wassup

Yoongi dragged me into a bedroom. The walls were glass and a huge bed pushed against the wall. LED lights lit up under the bed with a soft white glow. Did he live here? 

He pushed me on the bed, he pulled off his shirt, revealing tattoos I'd never seen before. Is that what he had been doing this whole time? 

But it didn't matter. All my questions disappeared as he got on top of me. 

"You're so pretty bunny" He leans down and kisses me. 

In that moment everything felt right. He felt familiar, his legs tangled with mine I forgot all my worries as our lips moved together.  I winced as he hands moved to my back to pull off my shirt. He frowned but we didn't say anything. My shirt came off and he pulled me into a sitting position by my necklace.  

He smiled down at me and took a sip form his bottle of Gin. It was half empty. He had to be wasted, but he didn't seem like it. 

He kissed me, passing the alcohol form his lips to mine. It spilled down my neck and chest. I hated the bitter taste, wincing as he pushed me down again. 

I felt his lips on my chest, nipping where the alcohol had dripped. I bit my lip to keep quiet, his moved up towards my collar bone and put a leg between mine. 

He sat up again, catching his breath and my hands went to his belt. He let me undo it, and I threw it somewhere across the room. 

He held my jaw and kissed me; I gasped as his hands ran over my scar. My body tensed and I felt my hands falter at his waist band. He felt it too and pulled away, tilting my chin up. He examined the ugly scar. "Bunny..." 

He touches it gently with his thumb, I flinched, and he gave me a sad smile. He kissed me softly, caressing my skin gently. 

Then he flopped over me. 

He'd passed out. 

With all that Gin he drank, I wasn't surprised. I shoved him off and got up. I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. 

I sure as hell wasn't staying here. I was still mad at Yoongi. I headed to his closet and took one of his hoodies. He owed me that much. 

I left my bomber jacket and pulled on his hoodie. It smelled like him. I headed down the stairs quickly. 

"What?" I answer the phone while wrestling with my shoes. 

"I want to make up" Jin says. 

"Will you tell me what's going on?" I ask while punching the elevator button. The doors open immediately and I walked inside. 

"I can't--"

"Why not? Won't you just tell me why? Do you not trust me? Come on Jin, we were best friends" I whined while pulling on my shoes. I didn't bother with the laces, leaving them out to trip on at some point. 

"Were?" He inquires, his tone low. 

"Currently I want nothing to do with you." I snap back while glaring at the numbers going lower on the elevator screen.

"Really? You're so childish Jungkook!" He yells through the speaker. "You don't understand anything!" 

"But I'm fucking trying too! A little bit of trust could go a long way, Jin!" I retorted. 

"You wouldn't be able too--"

"Comprehend? I'm not stupid Jin, really? Why did he disappear? Why won't you tell me? Do you hate me?" I yelled and yank on the hoodie strings, knotting it through my fingers. The elevator was moving ever so slowly and all I wanted to do was get out. 

"Stupid? Yes, you're acting fucking stupid right now, Jungkook." 

The doors opened. 

I glared ahead of me as I walked out, people giving me stares. "You fucking called me. If you wanted to yell at me, you should've done it in person. I've got more shit to deal with than your childish ass. Call me back when you decide to tell me what's going on or grow the fuck up" I hang up and stepped outside. 

God, I want to punch something. 

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I walked up to my house and see Harin waiting again. I didn't even try to sneak in this time, I just headed to the front door waiting for her to yell at me. 

She was silent. Just giving me a glare as I took off my shoes. I met her eyes. "Well? Going to throw me into a wall of glass again or what?" 

She glares at me, her eyes thin She bit her lip with her arms crossed. She looked tired. And I'm sure she was, dealing with a mess like me all the time. 

"I should send you back. I should send you right funking back to that orphanage!" She snapped and pointed a manicured nail at my throat. 

I looked at her steadily. "Fucking do it. I don't want to be here." 

"You have some fucking guts to talk to me like that" She stares at me. 

"We've established that already, I'll go pack" I walked upstairs, not looking at her. But I didn't pack. I knew she was bluffing trying to scare me into behaving. But I wasn't going to.