secrets don't make friends |bts fanfic

eight

Yoongi POV

"yah, get up. we're gonna be lateee!" hoseok shouted as he shook kiyoto, who was still sleep out on the sofa.

"yoongi, help me wake her upppp!"

i stopped writing my new piano music and went to help him.

we were in my apartment this morning since last night, and since kiyoto was going to stay with me, hoseok decided to stay over as well.

and now, kiyoto was in hangover mode.

i looked down at her red-rimmed eyes with dark purple bags drooping down under them.

she looked a hot mess.

"kiyoto-ah! wake up!" i shouted in her face.

"kiyoto! kiyoto! kiyot-" before i could finish my sentence, kiyoto rose and punched me in the face.

"ouch!" i stammered back, holding my bleeding nose.

dang she punches hard.

"sorry yoongi. reflexes." she replied, her words a little slurred.

i went into the kitchen to grab a napkin for my nose to catch the blood.

hoseok stood there and laughed.

"wait a minute..." kiyoto began. "why am i on a sofa, in an apartment, with you guys?"

she gave us suspicious looks before she brought her knees up under her chin. "did you guys...rape-"

"kiyoto, no! it's not like that. see, you're in yoongi's apartment because you got extremely drunk last night at that party, and since we didn't know your address," hoseok started.

"-and you sure as hell wouldn't've gave it to us." i chimed in, pinching my nose.

"-we just brought you here to let you recover. no one did anything to you at all, i promise." hoseok said, throwing his hands back with innocence.

kiyoto looked around at us before bringing her legs back down.

"well, alright. i guess i can believe you guys." kiyoto said, sending us warm smiles. "..mostly because i don't feel anything... or maybe you guys aren't big enough.."

"alright. alright. alright. that's enough. you need to get cleaned up." i said, volunteering myself to help her stand up.

she groaned in pain as she stood up from the sofa, her t-shirt painted in vomit.

"wow, kiyoto. you look awful." hoseok said, scanning kiyoto.

kiyoto waved him off and shriveled out of my grip, managing to walk on her own.

with just a few steps, she stumbled and almost fell, but caught herself and remained walking.

"im fine, im fine. leave me alone." she says, walking into the hallway.

hoseok and i watched as she headed the wrong direction.

"bathroom's the other way." i explained, shouting to her.