Fake Love {A Min Yoongi Fanfic}

Chapter 8: The Ride Home

The drive home was quiet, except for the low volume of the rap music playing throughout his car. I could tell he wanted to turn it up, but held back probably because I was there.
"You took Hoseok's dare then?" He brings up, my mind running slower and slower every passing minute.
I didn't know how to respond to such a foreword and obvious statement. "Isn't it obvious?"
"And you drank on my turn," he adds, a smile shown out of the corner of my eye. 'God, how annoying can you get?!' I wanted to shout at him, but decided to keep my sanity.
"So did you," I reply.
He pauses as we come to a red light. I don't look at him as he glances my way. I knew he thought no one saw him sip that small sip but I did and that was all that mattered. I could almost smile in triumph if my head didn't pound so hard.
"Don't know what you mean," he shrugs, turning onto the busy road that lead straight to my house.
"Yeah, alright," I scoff. My eyes felt heavy while his burned at me with anger. He wanted to argue and I didn't blame him. If I were sober, I would.
"You are so sassy, aren't you?" He chuckles, going back to being quirky when really he probably wanted to strangle me with his words.
I scoff once again at that statement. "Like you would know."
"Well, for starters," he says, stopping at another stop light, "you're a freshman girl. You're main task this year is to be sassy until you gain common sense and learn that dating seniors only happens in movies."
That's when I whipped my head to face him, immediately regretting it after the pain that followed. "Dating? I'm not trying to date anyone. Especially, none of you guys," I snap, his eyebrows raising at my sudden change in tone.
"Tae told me all about it, sweetheart. It's okay to want to kiss a senior," he chuckles, my cheeks growing red. 'He told him THAT?! He was the one that tried to kiss me. Right? Or was I that wasted that I was the one that tried to kiss him?'
"Don't call me sweetheart," I mutter, crossing my arms, only to get a whiff of his cologne radiating from his coat. "And first of all, he tried to kiss me when his little Jisoo came in."
He lets out a roar of laughter at that last statement. Even lowering his head to the stirring wheel for a good second before rising back up and making the turn to my neighborhood.
"Oh, good. You hate them too. I thought I was the only one," he continues to chuckle, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 'Did he really hate all of them? Surely there was something between him and Jennie if they had sex in sophomore year.' "Yeah, you really think I'm gonna trust a clumsy freshman over my best friend? You are mistaken, sweetheart."
"Will you cut it out?!" I shout, burying my face in my hands shortly afterwards in anger. I wanted to scream. 'How could Tae throw me under the bus like that? Was he afraid of getting embarrassed or something?' "And even if I did try to kiss him," I start, redeeming my confidence and his attention as he parks right in front of my home, "it wouldn't be him. At the moment, Jungkook seems to be the nicest out of all of you."
I unbuckle my seatbelt, opening the car door as I do so. "And frankly, you seem to be the rudest of all! So thank you for the ride and good night," I finalize, opening the door and closing it behind me. I don't turn around as I march up to my front door.
     It wasn't until I slammed the door shut did I peak through the stained glass of the door to find him driving away. 'Finally.'
     Stumbling up to my bedroom, I throw myself on my made bed that smelt of relaxation and no worries. 'Oh, how nice to finally just be in my own bed.' A smile creeps across my lips as I close my eyes and take in the familiar surroundings.
     But something was off. It smelt too familiar.
     My eyes blink open to remember the coat wrapped around my shoulders. Sitting up, I shutter it off, taking it in my hands while mentally face palming myself.
     "Great. What am I supposed to do with this now?" I whisper. My fingers played with the clean hem and warm inside. 'Guess I'll just return it tomorrow.'
     "I'll text Tae," I sigh, feeling the sides of the  coat to find not impression of a phone. "What? Where did it..." I trail off, feeling all around for my phone. "Great..."
     'There goes my phone.'

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     After getting dressed and going my hair for school, I couldn't help but feel so weak and tired. 'I'm never drinking again,' I declare in my mind before heading downstairs to find a body on my couch. It was Jiwoo.
     I couldn't help but smile at my friend passed out on my couch with my car safely back in it's parking spot. My parents must've already left for work, for they were no where to be seen.
     "Jiwoo!" I call out, gently shaking her shoulder to slowly wake her girl her slumber. She lets out a groan, turning the opposite side as she does so. "Girl, you feel asleep on my couch and we have school!"
     She immediately sits up at my words, her eyes bloodshot and dark. "Oh my god. I didn't bring anything," she shrieks, looking down at her stained outfit from last night. Tears trickle down her face in panic while I try to calm her.
     "Hey, it's fine. Your bag is in my car and I can just lend you some clothes," I assure, her watery eyes glancing up at me, only for more tears to fall.
     "Okay. Thanks, Dea," she sniffs as I part away from her to go back upstairs. I end up finding a pair of jeans and a simple shirt she could wear with her sneakers from last night.
     "What time did you get home?" I ask, locating some hangover pills from the medicine cabinet.
     "About 3:30. Hoseok already left so I just took my chances. Sorry for putting your car at risk," she murmurs as she fixes her hair in the nearby mirror.
     "It's fine. I'm just glad you got home safely," I smile, handing her two pills while popping my own in my mouth. "Let's just...try to not act like hungover freshie's today."
     "Amen," she sigh, taking the pills.