The Time We Met In Detention || Kim Taehyung

Tuesday 6:50PM

A/N- I typed this chapter up 3 months ago and forgot to publish it. I had no idea it existed until a few minutes ago and definitely haven't checked over it so I don't know what's happening but here you go. Hope you enjoy this crappiness. Tbh I don't know if I'll even be updating this story anymore but I thought I would just publish this draft

Imea's POV

I return from the kitchen with a gin and tonic for Y/N in my hand. It's her favourite drink. That's the least I can do.

I cautiously sit down onto the couch she's half-sleeping on, and slide the drink into her hand, while putting my other arm around her.

She didn't deserve this.

*Ding Dong*

I spring up from the couch, not wanting Y/N to have to lift herself up.

Who could possibly come here at such bad timing? But I already have a feeling it's probably-

"Jimin?"

"What are you doing here." I hiss at him. "Bad timing."

He freezes in the spot.

"Why, what's wrong with Y/N? She hasn't been picking up calls." Taehyung emerges from around the corner.

"Oh, Taehyung. Good. I think you should talk to Y/N. She really needs it right now. And apparently you're 'alright' meaning she likes you. Really likes you. Come on in, quick. Just remember, if you do anything to her again, this time I'm not sparing you.  You have my word."

I grab his hand and lead him into the living room, where Y/N is sloppily drinking her gin and tonic, on the verge of tears again.

I know he can help her. She told me he's going through tough times himself, and the way she rambled on about him. Something is sparking up.

Jimin follows us, but I push him out of Y/N's view, because I know the last thing she would want is for her best guy friend to see her in this state.

"No, you pabo. You are coming with me. Out we go. Let's leave them alone for a couple of hours."

Jimin's POV

"Wha- I didn't know they met. I was sure Taehyung hated her."

Does that mean that when he got annoyed when he thought Y/N was my girlfriend that was jealousy?

But I have no more time to worry about that because right now I'm tensing up, Imea's breath at my neck and her voice ringing in my ears.

"So, where do you wanna go?" She says, a sly smile appearing on her face.

I can feel my heart in my throat.

"Would you care to accompany me for dinner tonight?"

"Pizza?" We both say in unison, and I relax a little. What is meant to be will be...

Taehyung 's POV

"Hey, are you okay little one?"

The fuck? Little one? What am I thinking?

"No." She replies. No bullshit.

"You can tell me you know. I don't bite."

I'm echoing her words. What is wrong with me?

"Sit." She says, pointing beside her on the sofa. She's not even angry. Just lifeless.

"You know, I was thinking about what you said earlier on about your parents and I have come to the conclusion that I should tutor you. So, you know, you actually get recognised for something they want you to be. We'll start tomorrow 6 o'clock if that's okay with you. Coz, you know. I'm not stupid."

"You really don't have to. All I've been to you is a dickhead. And I'm really sorry about your finger." And I mean every word of it.

"But I want to and no, I don't think you are a dickhead. And you get me very well and that's why I like talking to you. Can we talk?"

"Of course. What do you want to talk about?" I finally sit down on the couch, next to her, not knowing what to do with myself, or my mind or my body. One part of me just wants to throw myself onto her, which is a very disturbing concept, especially since I am here to help.

My hands start intertwining with each other and I break into a nervous sweat.

"My dad."

"Are you sure you are okay talking about this with me? Its okay if you don't, I just wish I could help you."

Like you helped me. Because when no one else could see, you saw. And you helped. And I regret saying every word I said to you last night, but I thought you were another stupid, brainless bitch.

"You know how I told you that my dad now lives in France with that 'girlfriend' of his. It turned out that-"

She swallows hard, staring blankly before her and taking a sip of her drink.

"Four years ago, when he went to France on vacation, it wasn't just vacation because he hooked up with this chic, who he now has 3 year old twins with and they are getting married in September. And he invited me and my mam."

"I'm so sorry. He's such a jerk."

"Maybe I deserved it. I just never thought he could hurt us like this."

"Of course you didn't deserve it."

"And neither did you."

"But shit happens and people do an awful lot of lying and hurting and backstabbing. And it's important to focus on those who do love us and care for us."

Like I care for you.

Your POV

"Like I care for you?" I want to ask.

He's just realised that he's been moving his palm up and down my thigh for the last five minutes, and apparently is finding it very awkward because he suddenly jerks his hand away.

I grab onto it just in time and keep his hand in mine, resting on my thigh, thinking about all the things good and bad in life. And he definitely belongs to the good.

"Want a drink?" I say, gesturing to my gin and tonic.

He snatches the drink from me, switching to his fun mood and taking a sip.

"Mmm... Gin and tonic... My favourite."

"No way. Mine too!"

And I love him because he can have a serious chat and listen and explain but he can be fun and cheerful.