Dancing On Thin Ice // KTH

Chapter 90

TAEHYUNG

"How many?" Jimin slurred, downing a large shot.

"All of them. I could do every chick in this damn club." Namjoon answered. He leaned back cooly on the long couch they were all seated on in the corner of the club.

She's here.

She's right fucking here.

Hell, what should I do--

"You wish." Jin laughed, his head in the hands of a girl sitting on his lap.

"You guys are weird." Jungkook sighed, thumbs clicking away at the screen of his phone.

"Bro, you're the one playing video games at a party. Here, have a drink." Jimin chuckled, shoving a glass in front of JK's phone.

"But I don't want drink--" JK started.

"JK? Drink." Jimin ordered.

"What if my mom finds out--"

If she's here then...

Should I try and... talk to her?

No fuck, like she'd listen to me.

"Fuck your mom, just drink. Stop being such a... such a... Tae, help me out here, man." Jimin laughed.

"Tae ain't talking to you. Wonder why..." JK mumbled, eyes glued to his game.

"Tae? What's up man?" Namjoon said.

"Yo. Taehyung!"

"He's deaf, bro." Jin laughed.

"Tae?"

"What the hell, man."

"Tae!"

I felt a slap on my back, and jerked up. Beside me, Namjoon smiled and shook his head.

"Where's your mind at, man?" He said.

"What do you mean where's my mind at? It's right here. Gimme that, Jimin." I shook my head and dragged a hand through my dark hair. Jimin passed over a glass filled with strong-smelling alcohol.

"Fuck, not that." I pushed the glass away, almost spilling it on Namjoon.

"Alright, alright, patience bro." Jimin smiled.

He took out a little plastic bottle from his denim jacket and popped two small blue pills into his mouth. Then he stuck out his tongue, with the two pills resting on top.

"Are you serious?" I groaned.

"Serious as Jin is with that girl." Jimin replied.

"Shut up." Jin scowled and smacked Jimin, as JK laughed with Namjoon.

"Just kidding, yes I'm dead serious." Jimin snickered, dragging a hand through his curly bleached hair.

"Just gimme that shit, Jimin." I growled, fire in my veins.

"Take it then."

Jimin stood and stepped in front of me splayed on the couch. He leaned down to me as I lifted my face to his. Then, tilting my head, I grasped onto his soft parted lips, allowing the pill to fall from his mouth right into mine.

"Feel better, bro. It'll get better." Jimin pat my shoulder as he went back to his seat.

I leaned back with my hands on my thighs, resting my neck on the top of the couch. The pill squirmed under my tongue as I held it there. Little grains slipped down my throat, internally igniting my body. For a moment, everything blurred around me, and my senses felt numb. My tatooed fingers curled into fists, the texts of ink disfigurated.

But my watering eyes snuck back to the distance.

Where she was standing.

I couldn't see her familiar face, only the back of her long hair. She was talking to Roxana, and a dark haired woman. Fucking little Hosi was there too. I hate his face. And now he's the one who gets to stand beside her. And too damn close. Holding her and touching her and--

"Ugh!" I slammed my hand against my knee.

"Tae? What's goin on man?" Namjoon leaned close to my muscular shoulder. I'd been working out a shit ton in the prison they held me at, since there was nothing else to do. And two years is a pretty long damn time. It didn't have to be long though. But--

"Bruh, is that..." Namjoon turned his head in the direction I was looking. "You gotta be kidding..." He groaned and gestured to Jin.

"What?" Jin tried to peer in the direction Namjoon pointed, but the woman in his lap kept kissing his neck. "Okay uh-- excuse me please, Kate."

The woman gave him a rude look, before scoffing and getting up. She stomped out of the corner, as Jin carelessly brushed off his lap.

Jin looked into the distance for a few moments, until his brown eyes came to the stripper's stage. "Is... is that Carmela?"

"Carmela? Where?" Jungkook looked up from his phone game, gazing around.

"I knew she was there." Jimin spoke. He crossed his leg over the other, and looked at them all with a smug grin on his face.

"Where?" Jungkook asked again and stood up.

"Jimin, you knew? So you saw her?" Jin asked.

"Why do you think Tae's acting like a stick's stuck up his ass?" Jimin laughed, taking a blow of his cigarette.

"WHERE IS SHE?" JK shouted.

"Dude, she's literally RIGHT there. Calm yourself." Namjoon laughed. He stood next to JK and pointed to the blonde haired girl.

My girl.

"Carmela's crazy and stupid. And she's dragged Hosi under too. I bet a thousand they're fucking." Jimin said, exhaling smoke.

"She's not crazy." Jungkook said.

"Uh yes she is. Have you seen her lately?"

"Well how else do you think she'd react to all this, huh? Her best friend died." Jungkook grumbled, sitting back down in his spot. He glared at me for a moment with hurt angry eyes.

I looked over at him, unsure what to think. My conscience felt slowed and muggy from the drug. I looked down at the wrinkles in my black t-shirt, but my head spun around inside itself. Maybe the drug was too strong. Fucking hell, I always did this. Whenever I felt like shit, I'd ask Jimin for something. Something that'd make everything seem... okay again. But the price for that was, well, basically being out of your damn mind for a few hours.

"JK, she literally destroyed us. Look at how we were before, and look at us now. Look at... at Yoon." Jimin said.

It went silent for a moment. Before Jungkook grumbled again.

"None of that's her fault--"

"You know what, JK, if you're such a fan of her just go! Leave just like Hosi. We don't need you."

"You don't understand what I'm saying, Jimin--"

"Then why don't you fucking tell me what you're saying? Tell me clearly so I can understand!" Jimin scoffed.

"It's not her damm fault Jules was killed! It's not her fault for believing the truth! It's not her fault she hates Tae! I mean, just EXPLAIN to me how it is?" Jungkook heaved, trying to calm himself as Jimin and the other boys gazed at him.

"You little--" Jimin began to get up but I held out a hand.

Then I peered up at JK, the muscles around my mouth tightening.

"You're right. You're right, it's not her fault. But is it mine?" I slurred in a low voice. "Is it my fault she dragged me into this shit?"

"Taehyung... I just... I feel like we're doing something wrong--"

"Does it look like we care?" I snapped. "The world's fucked up. There ain't no right or wrong anymore, you kidding?" I chuckled as the young boy looked at me with narrowed eyes.

"Look, JK. You can try and keep your feet on the ground all you want, but someone'll always be there, ready to blow everything up, right from under your damn feet."