I Fell For Kim Taehyung

Please?

I felt the floor beneath me shake, as if a thousand soldiers had entered my home. Obviously not from that, but someone was eager to get inside. I could hear a loud commotion from the first floor, causing me to pull back the plush covers, pull on my baby blue slippers, and poke my head outside of my bedroom door.

"Just sit him here." I heard a female voice shout. I furrowed my brows, wondering what the hell could be going on. I took a quick glance at my bedside clock, sighing when it read three in the morning.

Taking a deep breath, I made my way down the stairs to where the source of loud voices came from. I could hear Namjoon's voice, seeming to be angry. Jimin's was more quiet but I caught "it's okay" and "don't worry" mixed in with everyone's blurred questions.

I found them all sat in our family's kitchen, surrounding Taehyung who's hands gleamed a dark red, his head pointed towards the ground as everyone blew up around him like a nuclear bomb.

"What's going on?" I asked, probably unheard since everyone was basically shouting.

Jimin though seemed to have heard me for he looked in my direction, everyone copying him and the room becoming more silent than a graveyard. I stepped a bit closer as my eyes stayed glued to Taehyung's bleeding hands, flesh torn on the tops of his knuckles and bruising forming along the stems of his fingers.

"Don't worry," Jimin got up to usher me out of the kitchen, smiling in a comforting way. "Taehyung's fine."

"Did he get in a fight?" I looked around his shoulder to see a random girl kneeling in front of Taehyung, dabbing at his torn hands. "Who's that?" I felt a twinge of something in my stomach as I watched her carefully wipe away the cherry red blood.

"We met her at the drag race," Jimin turned me away from the face of the kitchen to push me down on the couch in our spacious living room. I didn't say anything as he sat beside me, only staring at the crystal chandelier hanging from the high, church-like ceilings, the crystals turning from a slight breeze from the cracked window. "He's fine though."

"He didn't look fine." I mumbled.

"He's Taehyung," Jimin chuckled. "He's used to this life." Shrugging, Jimin patted my back, rubbing it a few times until Jin and Jungkook came into the living room, smiling a bit as they laid eyes on me.

"What happened?" If Jimin won't answer me, maybe these two will.

"He lashed out at...someone," Jungkook answered me. "I don't know why, but he just crushed him into the ground. He looked dead, but I don't know. I'm sure he's at the hospital though." The younger boy scratched the back of his head, feeling uncomfortable with the information.

"I just hope he doesn't get in trouble for this." Jin sighed.

I remember at one point Taehyung wasn't the fighting type. He would always be the one breaking it up or leave if things got too serious. Now, all I've heard is him fighting random people because either he was drunk or someone else was and decided to pick a fight with him. Honestly, a drastic change from the Taehyung I knew a while ago.

"Go back to sleep." Jimin said as he pulled me up, trying to drag me back to my room. But for once, I didn't want to stay caged up in there.

"No. I want to talk with him." I removed my hand from Jimin's.

"It's not important, Ona. Listen to me, now." Jimin sighed, the etches of needing to sleep on his face.

I completely ignored him as I barged into the large, Greek themed kitchen and saw that same girl wiping away the remaining splotches of blood on Taehyung's knuckles. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok were seated at the dark, oak dining table, watching her.