Wingman

Pancakes

[ w: mention of drugs ]

Chapter Twelve

"I'm not fine. I'm not," he admits.

Kim Taehyung leans from swaying against the door's frame. He's slurring. His eyes are puffy and swollen from crying. His clothing, bomber hoodie jeans, all smell of vodka mixes. He looks over in desperation, in want. In need for help.

Your eyes widen larger than large. Hiccupping a surprised gasp when seeing him, the only thing that leaves your mouth this night is, "What the fu..." In your silk-nightie-tank, pajamas, and hair tied back, Kim Taehyung at your apartment door this late is an enormous surprise. "W-What're you doing here?"

Taehyung looks at you, at every single part of you. The gazes he trails down your body make you feel instantly insecure. Moving to cover your chest with your arms, a breathy, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Why is he here? Why is he drunk?

"Please don't let me go back," Taehyung's head wiggles around. He forgets what he wants to say. "I... I uh, I want to come inside."

"No," you say, eyes still so shocked, "I don't know you, y-you—"

"I'm sorry."

"Taehyung."

"I'm so sorry, I I keep," he hiccups, "I was so okay but now I'm not and I slept with her. Why did I fuck her? I was so rude to you and I'm sorry I thought when I first—" another hiccup, "—my first few bottles I was thinking about her but then I started thinking about you and how you cry and how I used to cry."

"Wha..."

"Our tears are like identical? I feel pain you feel pain I feel. I don't know Oki is my best friend but I was rude to you and I don't even know you and—" He's crying. "—I just wanna, I don't know actually. I don't know what I want and I need to puke but I keep swallowing it when it comes out and I keep thinking of her then you then Oki and then the your water."

"Why are you here out of all places, Taehyung?" You ask gently. You don't know him, you don't care for him. But seeing him crying and hurting and scared makes a part of you melt. Sending him away doesn't seem right. He doesn't seem right, right now.

"I like the sea. Do you like the water? I like the sea you're the sea it makes me calm I like your eyes, do you like your eyes? I like the water, I do." Taehyung sighs, hitting his temple on the frame.

He winces and whines. You move your hand hesitantly between his head and the wood, blocking him from hurting any longer. "Stop doing that," you whisper, eyes soft when seeing him trying again. It's as if he's purposely trying to bruise and bleed.

With wide eyes that he stares into drunkenly, your shocked form ends his ramble. Hugging yourself tight, you whisper, "Are you sure you've only drank?" Then he says, "I don't remember." You swallow, nod, and he watches your body again.