A Helping Hand | MYG & KTH

17 ~ Beach Time Tussles

"Where the hell are you taking me?" Taehyung grumbles bitterly after we've been in the car for a while. I glance in his direction from the corner of my eye, but he's not looking at me, rather looking out the passenger window as everything passing by us.

"Somewhere." I answer casually, knowing fully well where it is that I'm taking him. Telling him anything now won't do any good and he wouldn't understand, so I opt to wait until we've arrived for him to figure out where we're going and what we're doing exactly.

"I thought you were supposed to try and get me to talk, not take me off to fucking nowhere land." He scoffs quietly, the look on his face giving way to just how annoyed he is by all of this, though the emotions in his eyes says he's terrified. I'm not overly surprised though. While he may act like the one man I more than despise and hope is getting more than proper treatment where he belongs, Taehyung's anger comes from a completely different place.

"I'm not taking you somewhere just to drop you off if that's what you're worried about, Taehyung. We are going to talk, have no doubt. However, unlike with everyone else, I think it's best for the both of us to do that somewhere where nothing can get hurt." I respond calmly, small smile planted on my face as I glance over at him once more. His face twists up in confusion at that, soon rolling his eyes before he's turning to look away from me once more.

It's probably another fifteen minutes later when I finally pull into a parking space, attention on the crashing waves not too far off from us. We sit in silence for a moment before I turn to look over at Taehyung, but he simply looks absolutely befuddled at all of this.

"C'mon. I have a feeling we're going to be here for a while, and there's only so much time in a day." I tell him before climbing out of the car. He reluctantly does the same, though I can see it in his eyes that he's not at all amused to be here at the moment.

"If you think taking me to the beach is the way you're going to befriend me and get me to trust you, it's not going to work." He mutters, following along behind me slowly. I merely nod at this, leading us out onto the sand a ways so that there's plenty of soft sand around us, but not too far from the water if we end up taking a dip. It's a deserted section of the beach, one I'd found when I was younger, one I've not brought anyone to since then so as to keep it to myself.

"That's not what we're doing here." I inform him casually with a shrug, stuffing my hands into my pockets as I finally turn around to stop us where we are. He raises an eyebrow at this, and I can see his frustration growing from being left in the dark by all of this.

"Then what the fuck are we doing here?" He grinds out, agitation taking over. I smile at this, looking back out towards the water once more.

"You're angry." I point out, reluctantly dragging my gaze back to the boy who's forgotten all about the family he left behind so long ago. He narrows his eyes at this though.

"So? What the fuck does that have to do with anything?" He bites, and I can see the way his anger is simply continuing to grow at this point, no longer contained and confined to the car.

"So, nothing can get hurt here. The worst that's going to happen is we get a little sand on us. Now come on." I explain, taking a step back from him before lifting my hands up to motion for him to come fight me. He quirks an eyebrow at this, not moving at all yet.

"You really are a psycho, aren't you?" His tone is dark, clearly very tempted by what I'm suggesting for him to do. I smile at this though, shrugging at his question.

"Maybe a little. I know you want desperately to believe I am. Now come on, we're going to run out of daylight if you keep stalling."

That's all it takes for him to come after me, but I have no intentions of letting him land a single hit on me. I fight back, only enough to defend myself, not wanting to actually injure him. And it's an odd feeling, almost provides me with a sense of pride, a sense of relief. Being able to be here with him, knowing just how fully in control of this whole thing I am, feeling as though I'm fighting against our dad like when I young but finally being able to fight back without any worry of what the repercussions would be, without having to wonder if I was going to make it through the night or if it'd finally be my last.