Our Demons//Taekook

Taehyung-08

A Week later, I go out to the local pub with my friends.

Only so I don’t get too stuck in my head and…do something I’ll regret.Chatter echoes around us as drinks are exchanged. We’re seated at a big table in the middle, surrounded by smaller ones.

A few older locals sit at the bar, discussing their crops as they down their daily pints.The small party is in full bloom with suho being a clown as always.

He’s bouncing back and forth with a drink in hand as he verbally spars with
our two childhood friends, Iu, who’s about yeonjun's age, and jimin, who’s a year older.My cousin hoseok is also here, but he seems more preoccupied with his phone. Rose, the girls' new roommate and yoongi's younger sister, tries to strike up a conversation with him, but he doesn’t dignify her with a
response.

He’s listening, though, because he looks up whenever she stops talking.I’m still a bit peeved about rose recently being added to the group.She’s nice, but the fact remains same she represents the paradise, and there’s often security detail outside every place we go.I’d really prefer it if the paradise were no longer shoved down my throat.One small problem, though. I’ve sort of become close with jeongukk. Or he could be just using me to get closer to V like all girls and boys aside from jennie do.

I like his company and he games like a boss, so I guess we’ll keep seeing each other for as long as he wants. At my place. There’s no way in hell I’m stepping foot in the paradise' mansion again.

Not after the last time I was there.

Don’t think about it.

Stop thinking about it.

It’s easy to focus on the people around me, but it’s still a struggle to be completely present. So I throw down my third drink, mirroring yeonjun, who’s sitting opposite me and who’s also hell-bent on drinking hisself into a coma.

he just suggested playing never have I ever in a very slurry voice.Maybe I should call it a night and take him back to the flat he shares with the friends.
Only, I really need to drink as well. A few more and then we’ll leave.hobi holds an imaginary mic. “I’ll go first.”

Jimin flips his silver hair back and points an accusatory finger at him.

“You always go first.”

“That’s right.” IU puffs out her chest. “yeonjun wanted this, so let him play first.”

“Play what?”

I nearly spit out my mouthful of alcohol. It’s not because of soobin, my brother's boyfriend, who just said that last sentence.

Not even close.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and while I can’t see the entirety of him, I can make out jungkook’s frame standing close to soobin.His hair is loose, falling thick and smooth to his shoulders.This time, he’s wearing a black tee and jeans that hang low on his hips.Although it’s not exactly summer, he has no jacket. Full sleeves of tattoos extend from beneath his shirt to the backs of his hands.

I can’t stop looking at him.

And the more I do, the faster my throat fills with that different nausea.The one that’s overwhelming but doesn’t make me want to hit my head against the wall.

It’s pushing me to nefarious ends.

Down unknown roads.

Stop looking.

Stop looking.

I force myself to take a sip of my drink and focus on my brother, who glances up at soobin. “What are you doing here?”He pushes his cousin in front of him. “hyung was bored, so I took him out for a stroll.”