The Time We Met In Detention || Kim Taehyung

Monday 9:06PM

Your POV

I finally get a grip of myself and stroll into the living room, where Jungkook and Hoseok are playing a video game on the floor, Suga is half asleep on the couch, Jin is overreacting over a drama on his laptop, while Namjoon tells him to shut up talking to the screen and Taehyung is sitting in the corner by himself, stirring a straw around in his drink. He looks so sad I want to come up to him and hug him. Does he need to know me?

But before I can do so, I am pulled into a bear hug by my hope and soon all the guys (apart from Taehyung) stop what they are doing-or come back to life in Suga's instance-to greet me. The music is turned down slightly.

"Oh, yeah guys, meet Imea. She's dangerous so be careful." I say say she comes in the room, Jimin following her.

"Like you aren't." Suga gives me a weak smirk before returning to his comfy spot on the couch, though this time remaining conscious.

"Imea, meet the guys. Jin, namjoon, Hoseok..."

"Hey, can I call you Hobie?"

"Sure you can!"

"Great! Uhmm... Ah, yes. Kookie, you already know Jimin, and Yoongi."

"He gets called Suga by his mates for...some reason. I have no idea why." I whisper to her.

"And that one in the corner?"

"Taehyung. We haven't met yet."

"Looks like your type."

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

"You know, the depressed kid with a sad past but is really made up of glitter and sprinkles."

I push her playfully as Jimin shouts "Okay, who wants to play a game of say it or shot it?"

"I volunteer as tribute!" Hobie exclaims and sinks down onto the carpet.

The game starts off with using just vodka but quickly escalates to egg with oil, mayonnaise with avocado and milk with mustard. That is very no fun but we learn a lot about each other.

Imea's already made best friends with Namjoon because they both have a tendency to break things and they are crying from laughter over a pair of glasses that he snapped, trying to put them on.

Later, someone (I have no idea who) decides we should all spray dye our hair bright colours and suddenly everyone is covered head to toe in hair dye. But Taehyung is missing.

I'm having too much fun to ruin this moment but I spot him going upstairs and half-drunkily follow him.

He's about to go into a bedroom but I throw my arm across the entrance, causing him to look at me. Imea was right. His eyes have all the sadness in the world but at the same time look adorable and soft and fun. He looks back down.

"What are you doing here? You're drunk. Go downstairs and seduce someone else."

"ME? Seducing YOU? Uhmm, NO FRICKIN WAY."

"Then go away. You have no reason to be here."

"Hey, dude what's up?"

"The sky. Now move out the way coz you're really pissing me off."

"Tell me what is UP with you dude? What's happened?"

Oh, if I'm pissing him off then how much must he be pissing me off...

"You've happened."

A small gasp escapes my mouth as his words hit me.

"Hey, just because you're moody or I'm slightly drunk does NOT mean you can make me feel like shit because I DO have feeling, you know? I only wanted to help!" And with that, I take my hand off the doorframe and run out the house, not looking back but feeling their stares following me.

Only when I know I'm safely out of the world's reach, I plop down next to a lamppost, not caring that I'm a hot mess all covered in multicoloured splodges.

Here it is again. The feeling of being unwanted. I shouldn't care. He's just a guy. A guy I don't know. But for some reason, I do care. He just seems so real... Unlike everything else...

Imea's POV

I stomp up the stairs, fuming, and walk into the first room on the left, to find the ignorant, moody prick looking out the window.

"What the fuck have you done to my best friend? She isn't usually like that. What have you done?!"