| Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut
| Pairing: Maknae Line x Reader
“Taehyung what the hell was that!” Jungkook quietly yells as we all walk down the street together.
I turn my head towards Jungkook as I furrow my eyebrows. “What the hell was what? I did what you told me to do.” I put my hands up, getting frustrated at them. I try to glance back towards the coffee shop where you were still peacefully sitting, feeling my heart blossom with a feeling I didn’t understand. “I went up and talked to her, I don’t know why you guys are giving me shit.” My voice was softer.
Jimin scoffs from beside me as we all stop at a walk light and wait to cross the street to get to my apartment just a couple blocks from here. “You basically hit on her! We told you to talk to her!”
I felt my heart sink, but I thought nothing of it. Instead, I rolled my eyes and choose not to answer and waited in silence for the light to turn green. We all crossed the street then went our separate ways and I eventually made it to my apartment.
Thinking back to Taehyung starts to give me a headache. How could he think he could just walk up to me like that, and start chatting me up like all the things he’s ever done have never happened?
Fuck him. I never want anything to do with him anymore. I call Jenny, wanting to rant and ask if I could come over since it was seven already my dad would be home by the time it took me to walk back home, but unfortunately, she didn’t pick up.
“Figures,” I say to myself before getting out of my seat and walking out the coffee shop.
I get home and close the door, making sure to lock it as well, knowing my father will get drunk and try to walk out of the house, as he has done in the past.
I had lied to Taehyung when I said my father was getting better, it was the complete opposite. Thank goodness he hasn’t gotten so bad he has started to yell or hit me, he has come close some days when he’s gotten way too much to drink. some days he blames me for the death of our mother, but I try not to listen, I ignore his shouts as he cries waiting for him to eventually pass out on the couch.
One night he had gotten so drunk he walked out of the house and tried to throw himself in front of a car, saying he’ll be with my mom if he did. since that night I have always stayed up to watch him go to sleep before Ido, sometimes he never does.
“Dad! I’m home!” I yell out into the quiet house. I’m met with no response and I start to get worried. The beer bottles that were here this morning have doubled as I was now basically swimming in bottles. throwing my keys and bag on the ground I dart to the living only to see him passed out with the tv playing on mute, and about ten beer bottles on the coffee table, three of them half full.
I sigh out of relief as I walk over to the couch, put on a thick blanket over his lifeless body.
“Sleep well,” I say quietly as I pick up the empty beer bottles surrounding the coffee table and walk over to the kitchen, put the empty ones in a bag and poured the half-empty ones down the sink and then let them join the others in the bag. I had copied that action with the ones in the hallways, then made my way up to my room and started my homework.
The next day is the same as any other day. Taehyung hasn't made an appearance at all today, which is a good thing, yet I can’t help but feel that something is missing. I am so used to him at least attempting to try to talk to me or Jenny at some point in the day, just to either make fun of us or make a snide joke. Jungkook looked on edge in the class we had together. He had kept clenching his fists and kept to himself when he usually talks to the other girls in the class. I tried to think nothing of it.
At lunch, I was sat in my chair at the table Jenny and I always sit at. The two boys were just in the table across from us, yet it seemed like there was a tension between them. Jimin was glancing towards Jungkook nervously, as they played with their food, silently talking to each other.
“Hey Jenny, I’m gonna be right back.” I get up before she can ask where.
I walk over to their table and sit down next to Jimin. He instantly turns his head towards me and smiles. Jungkook continues to play with his food, but the whispering has stopped.
“Y/n! um, hi?” Jimin says. His tone makes it feel like he’s saying ‘uh what are you doing here?’
“What was up with yesterday?” I ask.
Jungkook looks at Jimin and slightly shakes his head. his eyes meet with mine and he continues to play with his food, head down.
“N-nothing, it was just Taehyung being Taehyung.” he laughs then scratches the back of his neck.
“Where’s Taehyung?” I ask looking at the both of them. Why are they acting so weird? And why isn’t Taehyung sitting with them?
“Family thing.” “Flu.” they both say at the same time. Jimin raised his eyebrow at Jungkook almost silently threatening him. He then looked back at me.
“His mom has the flu.” he gave me a warm smile but his eyes were saying leave.
“Mom has the flu?” I questioned, not believing them. I remember Taehyung telling me before we stopped being friends is that he hated his mom, why would he miss school because of his mom being sick. Believe it or not, but Taehyung’s attendance is better than mine, I don’t think he would miss school because of this.
They were about to say something else when Jenny came and grabbed my shoulder frantically.
“There’s a fight going outside! Come on!” she then pulled me away from the two boys and we ran outside together.
Walking out of the school I am met with a large group of people chanting ‘fight fight fight!’ while what it looks like two boys brawling in the middle of the large circle of students. I rush over to see whats going and who it is, and I am shocked to see that it’s one of my old friends, whose name was Jake and Taehyung.
Taehyung’s shirt is torn in the back with a bloody nose that is dripping down onto his lips. Jake’s shirt and pants torn slightly and covered in dirt but he seems to have no serious injury on his face. I widen my eyes and push my way through the crowd.
“Taehyung! Jake! Stop it!” I scream at them, trying to get their attention. Taehyung stops at the sound of my voice, Jake takes it to his advantage and punches him square in the jaw. The crows ‘oooh’s’ as Taehyung falls to the ground. Jake wipes his hand as he looks at me with a look of surprise, then walks away just as a teacher comes out to direct everyone to leave, taking Taehyung inside with him. Taehyung’s eyes trained on me until he is in the school.
Jimin and Jungkook finally get out of the school just as Taehyung is being escorted to the principal's office. I walked over to them and shoved Jungkook’s shoulders.
“Want to tell me what’s going on?” I demanded.
Jungkook put his hands up in surrender. “I know as much as you do.”
“Why do you care so much anyway?” Jimin commented next to him. “it’s not like your still friends with Taehyung or any of us.”
I took a step back feeling offended, about to snap back at him and demand what was going on with them, but he was right. I wasn’t friends with them anymore, so why do I care? I was the one that broke things off.
I blinked at them, not sure what to say. Jungkook turned to Jimin and murmured something under his breath to him. Jimin scoffed and turned around and made his way back towards the school. I was left alone with Jungkook, Jenny was gone, I lost her while I was talking to jimin and jungkook. I made a mental note to text her later and ask where she went.
“Look-“ jungkook started but I shook my head waving him off.
“No, Jimin's right, why do I care? I was the one that stopped talking to you guys...” I look down at my hands, then look back up towards him about to say something else, but I don’t. Instead, I walked back into the school.
The next day, I was in English working on writing down some notes, but I was only half paying attention. Taehyung still hasn’t made an appearance, and Jungkook and Jimin were acting shadier than before. Jenny also never told me where she had disappeared off to yesterday, and I still haven’t found Jake to talk to and ask him why he and Taehyung were fighting.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, I turn around and see Jungkook looking at me with big eyes, his notebook in hand. I looked to see if the teacher was in the room when I saw that she wasn’t I fully turned my body around to face the tall man.
“What is it?” I asked studying his face. He looked worried, maybe on edge.
“Can I talk to you?” he said jerking his head to the door. I nodded and stood up and followed the man until we were outside at the back of the school.
“Jungkook why are we outside, what if we get in trouble?” I crossed my arms feeling cold since it was the middle of fall and I didn’t have a sweater or jacket.
“I just wanted to talk to you about Taehyung,” he said.
“what about him? jungkook were not going to become friends again why do you keep bringing this up?”
Once I said that his face fell and I immediately felt deflated.
“Sorry I-“ I shook my head, shoving my words back in and walked back into the classroom leaving Jungkook outside.
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