Bts // One Shots

Heated argument - Taehyung

"Whatever, I don't even give a shit. I'm fucking leaving." I grab my jacket and stumble to the door.

"Jess you're drunk, stay here for the night." Taehyung reaches for me put I quickly smack his arm away.

"Don't touch me, I hate you." I spit the words like poison and they instantly hit him in the heart. I see him squint slightly as if the emotional pain is transitioning to physical.

"You're drunk, I know you don't mean that." He says but I've clearly hurt him.

"Oh, because you know everything," I say with sly sarcasm. "Well tell me this Mr. Omiscient, which of your friends am I going to visit tonight?" I ask with the intention to sting his pride.

He looks at me with wide eyes. "I know you're trying to hurt me but please don't say crap like that. I know you'd never." He has teary eyes.

"Namjoon is really tall, I like that and I bet he knows how to handle a lady," I smirk. I have no intention of even contacting his friend but the tension in his jaw and vain pulsing in his neck has me entertained.

"Shut up Jess." He growls. I smile at his anger. Our argument has unravelled into quite a mess I must admit but my drunken state trusts that he deserves this.

Our argument had started over something so silly but it only takes something small to lead to all the other unresolved conflicts.

During dinner, I poured myself quite a few glasses of wine. Worried I'd ruin the calming evening we were having, Taehyung asked me to stop drinking. With a history of controlling and abusive relationships, I didn't appreciate being told what to do like he knew best. I knew his request was simple and would probably benefit us both but there were a lot more connections in my brain that he wouldn't get.

Perhaps my reaction was a tad over the top but after a short argument, I drank the rest of the bottle to prove I can do what I want. This was probably a bad choice as I became even more unreasonable in my drunkenness.

Taehyung became aggravated and frustrated with me so the argument became very heated eventually leading up to me trying to leave and now here we are.

"What?" I tiptoe my way towards Tae and put my hand on his chest. "Do you not like the idea of me liking someone else?" I ask amused. "Do you reject the idea of another man touching me and me liking it?" I say seductively. The anger is clear on his face but for some reason, I carry on.

"Maybe I simply turn up at his door and run at him with lustful intentions and in the heat of the moment he takes advantage of my body." I caress his cheek and run my thumb over his bottom lip. "Our lips would lock and-" Before I can carry on, Taehyung spins us around until I'm laying with my back on the sofa and he's hovering over me.

"You're really killing me right now Jess." He says with a strong gaze. "Please stop."

I shove him off me and get up stumbling. "Why should I? Are you jealous? Angry?" I ask amused. "Maybe you want to hit me?" I ask.

Taehyung frowns offended. "I'd never hurt you." He says.

"Oh yeah?" I ask. I walk over to him and lift his hand wrapping his hand around my throat. "Go on, shut me up," I say.

"Are you asking me to choke you?" He asks and I see the corner of his mouth flicker up in slight amusement. I roll my eyes and move his hand to my hair trying to make his fingers grip me. "And now you want me to pull your hair... I'm getting very mixed signals right now."

I groan frustrated and shove his hand away from me. "I'm going," I say and go to the door. I see Taehyung go to rush after me so I run out the door and head for the stairs.

"Not the stairs Jess!" He yells making me look back at him. Just as I reach the first step, I trip. Tahyung's eyes widen in fear and he lunges for me. I take in a panicked gasp ready for the harsh impact. My eyes squint closed but I feel something grab my hand. I open my eyes again as Taehyung pulls me toward him and wrap his arms around him.

"You're so fucking dumb," He says holding onto me tightly. I stay standing in his tight hold but glance back to the spiralling stairs that would have had me plummeting to the bottom. "Please just come back inside now," Tae says with a tired sigh. I nod, still a little in shock.

Holding my hand, Tae walks us back into the apartment leading me to the sofa where he pulls me onto his lap. "You're crazy when you're drunk," Tae says as he pats my hair. "Perhaps now you understand why I asked you not to drink?"

"Can we not start that again?" I ask almost purring as he strokes my hair. I completely relax into his hold, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of it." His stroking pauses for a moment then continues.

"I know." He leans down and kisses my forehead.

"I love you," I say calmly with my eyes closed and head resting against his chest.

"I love you too... but stop with the crazy."

"Impossible."

A/N: Okay so I never post anymore but tadah.
So I wrote this months ago but never planned on posting it because I kind of hate it but I added a lil to it and was like "why the hell not" so here you go.
I felt like this all just seemed very angry and maybe even slightly abusive so I just kind of abandoned it and titled it not to be posted. But now I'm reading this again, I either careless or don't think it's as bad as before.