BTS Smuts

Out of this World(V)

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It was a normal day for you, and you had finished working at the bar your twin brother owned, as a mixologist. You wash your hands in the bathroom, and leave, after waving to your brother, Taemin. "Bye, Taemin!" "Bye, Y/n! See ya tomorrow!"

Your phone rings, and on the screen is the name of your crush, flashing on it. Kim Taehyung, your best friend. "Yes, Tae?" You answer, to hear a deep, husky voice speak. "Hey, question for you." "Yeah?" "Can you come over?" His voice cracks a little, and you can tell something serious happened. "Yeah, want me to bring anything?" "Beer would be great, Y/n." "Anything else?" "Cigarettes?" "Kay, I'll be there soon." "Thank you, Y/n."

You hang up, and stop by a convenience store, to buy a 24 pack of beer, as well as 4 packs of cigarettes, and a lighter. After buying the necessary item, you leave, and head towards Taehyung's house. You pull out the spare key from your pocket, and open the door, after unlocking it. You close the door, and walk into the foyer, taking off your pumps with one hand. "Tae? I'm here!" You speak loud enough that he can hear you.

"M in the living room." You can hear him speaking as you walk to the living room. You find him on the couch, in a pair of grey joggers, and a black tee. "Hey, Taehyung." You call out in a soft, soothing voice. "Are you all right?" "No." You sit down right next to him, setting the large beer case on the floor. "What happened?" His bleached hair is messy, and his eyes are puffy. You can tell that he's been crying for hours. "Maria cheated on me." "What?!" You gasp in shock, the news coming out of left field. "And it was with some British dude. I caught them fucking when I went over to her place. I-I don't get it. Am I not good enough?" He looks genuinely confused, and you can't help but grab hold of his big hands.

"Y/n?" "It wasn't you. You're not the problem at all, TaeTae!" You raise your normally quiet voice, and he stares at you in disbelief. "She's the fucking problem. You're a great guy! She doesn't deserve someone like you anyways!" "Y/n..." You realize just how loud you are, and blush beet red. "I-I'm sorry...I just got worked up." "No, it's ok. Can I have a beer?" "Yeah, sure." You hand him a beer, and he pops the cap off the bottle. Almost immediately, he guzzles down the drink. "Slow down, Tae. Don't choke." "I'm fine."

     You grab a bottle, and proceed to drink. "Do you want a cig?" "Yeah, thanks, Y/n." You hand him a pack, and the lighter you bought. You only bought one, since you have your own. You open a pack, and light a cigarette, inhaling the smoke. "I'll open a window." He nods, cigarette in one hand, and a beer in the other. You open all the windows, feeling a slightly cold breeze. You watch him as he drinks the rest of his beer, moving onto the second bottle.

     When he's on his fifth beer, you are on your third. He begins to show signs of being buzzed, as he grows more careless with his speech and actions. When Taehyung is drunk, he's very profane, and crazy. "Fuck, this beer ain't enough for me. Where the hell did I put that bottle of vodka?" He searches around the liquor cabinet, until he triumphantly holds up a large bottle of vodka. He puts his cigarette nub on the ashtray, and lights another one, sighing as he smokes. "Want some vodka, Y/n?" "Sure, thanks." After he takes a swig, he hands it to you.

     You blush a bit, noticing that it's an indirect kiss. "C'mon, drink up!" He waits eagerly, and you take a long swig, the vodka burning your throat as it hits your stomach. You cough a bit, from drinking too much. Taehyung grabs the bottle out of your hand, and takes another long swig. "You know, I always found you really attractive, Y/n." "R-really?" "I've always liked you a lot. I mean, the only reason why I was crying, was because I was worried. What if you had found someone who wasn't me? I don't think I was ever really deep in love with Maria."

"Such a damn fool." "What?" "I said, you're a damn fool, Kim Tae fucking hyung." "How so?" "You really don't know? You're that clueless?" "Huh?" "I fucking love you! I can't believe I hid it that well! Go me~." You hadn't noticed he moved closer, until you turn your head, your lips almost touching his. He had put out his cigarette, and set down the bottle of vodka. You still have your cigarette, though. He plucks it out of your hand, taking a drag. After doing so, he puts it out. He takes the beer bottle out of your hand, and sets it on the coffee table.