Black on Pastel <Vkook>

16. Release

14 hours later, Taehyung found himself dialing a phone number into his phone that had gone ignored for months. The number he would call when he was angry, stressed, sad, or just  needed to feel better. He promised himself that he would never call this number again, as it never helped anything in the long run. All it did was give him a temporary sense of relief. But, honestly, that wasn't sounding too bad right now.

10 digits were entered into the phone and after 3 rings, a voice answered.

"Yoongi?"

"Hey V! It's been a while."

"Yeah..." He said with a shaky voice, "could I come by later tonight? I really just need to get some things out of my head for a while."

"Great timing man! I'm having a party over here tonight, you should stay awhile!"

Taehyung laughed softly under his breath, forgetting how nice and comforting Yoongi could be at times. But personal comfort was not what Taehyung wants right now.

"Thanks, Yoongi. I'll be there"

"Great! I'll break out the good stuff for you! Later V!"

"See ya."

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Taehyung took the subway all the way out to a large house all the way in Brooklyn. As the train flew on the tracks over Hudson River, the memories of last night came back.

The way Jimin was struggling just to get a taste of Jungkook while he just sat there and took it all. Not protesting or arguing. He let everything happen as it was and it pissed Taehyung off. What kind of relationship did Jimin have with Jungkook that he didn't? Jungkook was his. He loved him. Jimin was just a friend, Jungkook even said that. But he made that move on him anyways and Jungkook obviously wasn't complaining.

It was a strange thing to think about, considering the two hadn't known each higher long, but just the thought of Jungkook being touched by another guy made Taehyungs skin crawl.

  

The train pulled into a station only 2 blocks from where Taehyung was to go. He stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets and walked swiftly down the cracked sidewalk in the dimly lit city. His shoes scuffing against the concrete with every step.
  
He soon aproached the big house that was already swarmed with people and booming with loud music.  Taehyung walked through the wide front doors, passing small groups and couples that were still just barely sober on the porch.

Almost immediately, he spotted the minty green haired man, standing by the stairs. The man had spotted Taehyung as well as if he had been watching the doors. He motioned for Taehyung to come to him and the brunette complied.
  
Taehyung floated over to where Yoongi was standing. He was in a black leather jacket and ripped jeans. His green hair falling over his eyes. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a metal tin that so obviously used to hold breath mints. Taehyung took the tin from the short males fingers and gently opened it, revealing 6 small, cylindrical rolls of paper with a greenish-brown substance inside them.
  
"How much?" Taehyung said quietly but still loud enough that Yoongi could still hear him.

"$30"
  
"No way," Taehyung stepped back in disbelief, "$30 for six? You made Hoseok pay $120 for five!"
  
"Well Hoseok is a fucking idiot," Yoongi said plainly, "now go have some fun."
  
The pale boy reached into his front pocket and pulled out a blue lighter. He tossed it to Taehyung who caught it with ease. He thanked the older and made his way toward the back of the house where he knew there was a fire pit.

He opened the sliding glass door and sat in a cushioned chair on the back porch. There wasn't too many people out here, but there were just enough so that he wouldn't be bored. He took a joint out of the breath mint tin and placed one end between his front teeth. He then took the lighter and held it to the opposite side, igniting the small flame.
  
He inhaled the now lit roll of paper and the familiar taste of smoke entered his mouth. It filled his lungs to the brink before he slowly exhaled, trying to savor the feeling. Smoke poured from his lips like spilled water flowing over the edge of a table. His muscles began to relax and he closed his dry lips around the blunt, going for another long drag, begging for the feeling he craved so much.
  
He watched the group of people around the fire pit. They all held various bottles and cups and cans filled with a toxic liquid, taking sips every now and then or chugging it all down, wanting to forget about everything even quicker. Not patient enough to enjoy the taste. Just the feeling.
  
One boy had a ukulele and was mindlessly strumming and plucking at the strings, creating a beautiful and bright tune while the others around him ignored his playing and continued to talk loudly over him, focusing on their drinks and eachother rather than something as beautiful as the music.

   Soon, Taehyung began to feel tingly in his chest and his head became cloudy. Jungkook and Jimin were suddenly pushed to the very back of his mind. Nothing was important anymore except the present. He stood up with the gifts from Yoongi in his pocket. He went back inside the house, a now short stick hanging from the side of his mouth. He wandered into the room where the music was coming from.
  
Sweaty bodies were grinding and pushing against each other. Some intoxicated and unaware. Some sober and craving contact. Others a hungry combination of both. As he joined the crowd, a small girl with long brown hair started dancing very close to him. So close that she might as well have been right on top of him. Her ass was moving against his thigh and he didn't protest. He watched her move against him to the beat of the loud music. Being bi had its perks.
  
Taehyung stared to move against this girl infront of him, meeting the movements of his hips with hers. He ground against her while placing a hand on the small of her back and rubbing gently.
  
After a while the girl turned around to face Taehyung and wrapped her arms around his neck. He responded by gripping her hips and they danced sloppily for what was left of the long night.

His joint burned out.

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I originally posted this on 4/20 lol