Muse 📸 // Reader x Kim Taehyung (EDITING)

18) Never Be Alone

Bright lights blinded your vision.  Anxiety was crippling you into paralysis.  You could only stare forward at the red Sedan as it barreled your way.  Just as you thought it was probably the end, you were being tackled, skin skidding roughly against the asphalt as you felt the gush of wind and heard the screeching of tires.

It took you a few moments to return to reality in order to register the events now taking place.

Taehyung was practically on top of you, shielding you from anything that could've potentially been hurtled your way as the car made its hasty stop.  Your skin stung, and you could see the blood now accumulating on your clothes.  Even your head hurt as it had made some unexpected contact with the ground.  You could hear Taehyung's breathing close to your ear but couldn't turn your head around to see him.

He'd lift off of you, pulling himself to your side to allow you room to pick yourself up.  After a few moments, you weakly lifted yourself to a seated position, ignoring the blood now dripping down your forearms.

"Are you in pain?" he asked, worry flooding his voice. His eyes were wide and he was biting his lower lip.

"No," you choked out, voice frail and shaken.  "I'm okay," you reassured him, ignoring the pulsing pain you were feeling on your almost shredded skin.  

He reached out for you to check on your wounds.  Upon hearing the sudden sound of a slamming door, you both cocked your heads in its direction.

The driver of the vehicle was fuming as he rushed your way.  He was a man probably in his mid-40's wearing a suit and tie, most likely coming home late from work. 

"What the hell do you two idiots think you're doing?!" he barked in your faces, seemingly unsympathetic to the fact that you both were now bruised and battered from the ordeal.  "Hanging out in the middle of the damn road? You're lucky you're even still alive! And you're lucky I won't be calling the cops for your delinquency, dammit!" 

"The speed limit is 25," Taehyung responded calmly. "This is a park. You had to have been going at least 50, and that's generously low of an estimate.  If you don't want us to get you arrested for reckless endangerment, especially toward two minors, I'd suggest you get back into your stupid car and drive away." He spoke with poise, almost as if the two of you hadn't just nearly escaped being run over.

The driver let out an aggravated groan before storming back to his car without a word, slamming the door shut, and speeding off, tires screeching in the process.  You both took a moment to catch your breath. The moment seemed unreal and you needed a few moments to process.

"We really need to get off the road.  Let's go," Taehyung said as he extended his arms toward you for support.  You gladly took his offer, even though you were afraid that you were getting blood on his clothes.  The two of you stood together, hobbling toward the bench you had come from.  He set you down gently and began to assess the damage.

"It looks like you just have a lot of surface level scrapes, nothing too deep or that would require stitches.  Is anything else sore?  Do you think you hurt any joints?" 

You shook your head.  Only your skin burned because of its fateful meeting with the asphalt.

"Let's just get you home.  Then, we can get you cleaned up." 

You refused to move from your seat.

"Are you okay?" you prodded, insisting he answer.  

"Yeah, I'm fine.  I'm just glad you're okay.   Now let's go before you start brewing some infection there." He bent down so you could wrap an arm around his shoulder, and he could wrap an arm around your waist.  You both sauntered down the sidewalk, trying to quicken the pace, quickly realizing that was impossible because you both were far too exhausted.