Taehyung’s POV

We stood there, staring at each other. The man was bigger than me, but I didn’t care.

“She obviously doesn’t want to go with you, man. Just—“

“I don’t care if she doesn’t want to go with me. Both of you are clearly intoxicated, and she is going to OD sometime tonight, and I don’t plan on having that happen.”

“What I do is none of your business!” Wendy shouted.

“Oh, you better fucking believe it is! You’re fucking lucky I came looking for you! If I hadn’t you could’ve been dead by morning!”

“You know nothing!”

“Really? Really, Wendy? We’re going to play this game again?” I grabbed her wrist and started dragging her out of the alley, ditching the guy. She screamed and struggled, but again, we weren’t in the best neighborhood, so nobody cared.

I started practically dragging her back towards where my car was.

“Let me go you fucker!”

“Will you just shut the fuck up and stop struggling?” I snapped at her.

“Wow, I didn’t peg you for someone who forced women, Taehyung.” I stopped and turned, once again finding Jungkook there.

“You can think whatever you want.” I gripped Wendy’s wrist tighter, and she whimpered in pain.

“H-help me mister! I don’t want to go with him!”

“Oh shut the fuck up, Wendy. No one wants to hear your bullshit. This wouldn’t have happened if you had just kept Yoonbin and not gotten high off your ass—“

“I can do whatever the fuck I want!”

“Like drugging a sixteen year old kid and then getting yourself pregnant!?” I shouted back. I growled and ignored Jungkook and Yoongi, dragging her to my car and shoving her inside. Her screams were muffled as I slammed the door shut and locked them, so they couldn’t be opened. Plus she was too high to really function correctly.

I sighed and smacked my head on the car, stressed and frustrated. Plus a lot of other things.

“What do you want, Jeon?” I finally asked. I could tell he’d been standing there for awhile.

“You good?”

“Well, I’ve basically been called a rapist twice tonight, someone who forces women to go with them, and I’ve been looking for this bitch for the past four hours. I was forced to talk to you today, got a call that she’d abandoned her six year old son at my front door so that she could go and get high and probably OD, so do I sound good to you?” I spat. “Look, we fucked, it was good and all, but I’m not interested. So do me a favor and fuck off.”

With that, I got into my car and drove off.

I took Wendy to the nearest hospital and had her checked in. Then I headed home.

Jimin jumped up when I entered.

“Did you find her?” I nodded, not really trusting my voice. I’d probably break down.

Well, I did anyway. “I don’t know h-how much more I can do this...Jiminie.” I whispered. He was quick to pull me into a hug.

“Shhh...it’s okay, Taehyung. It’ll work out.”

“I-I don’t k-know...I-I can’t keep g-going out a-and looking f-for her. Y-Yoonbin can’t keep l-living with her, b-but…”

“Shh. It’s okay,Taehyung. It’s okay.” He kept whispering, rubbing my back as we swayed back and forth gently. “We’ll figure something out.”

“She going to end up abandoning h-him. J-just l-leaving him here w-when I’m not and h-he’ll just disappear…”

“Let’s get you to bed, Tae. We’ll talk in the morning.” He whispered. I nodded and allowed him to help me into my room.

The next morning I felt like shit. Probably looked like shit, too. Hoseok was still here, and I gave him a flat look when I entered my kitchen.

“H-hey.” He said awkwardly.

“Coffee or cereal.”

“Cereal, if you don’t mind.”

“Why are you still here?”

“Jiminie and I were on a date when you called.”

“Oh...I’m sorry for interrupting.”

“Don’t worry. Someone else called Yoongi and interrupted us anyway.”

“Let me guess. Jeon?”

“You know J-Jeon?” Hoseok looked alarmed. I snorted, rolling my eyes.

“Unfortunately. He basically called me a rapist yesterday.”

“Excuse me?” Hoseok raised an eyebrow at that.

“It’s a long story. Anyways, eat and then get out. I hate to be rude, but I’m not exactly in the mood to be dealing with this right now.”