chapter thirty-nine ;; terrorizing pub
jeongguk's perspective
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There was a reeking stench emitting from the door that kept opening and closing. Sober and happy people went inside, stumbling drunks came out. I had firmly proclaimed where I stood, not allowing myself to enter the large pub that was roaring with business. It was not like I could even have a drink, my birthday only being less than a month away. So here I was, a seventeen year old boy awaiting to be swept away. All of my friends were inside, leaving me on the curb outside since drinking was more important.

What hurt the most was how Taehyung did nothing to stand up for me. I couldn't necessarily blame him. He was already tipsy on their entering. Evidently, all of the boys made up, except for Seokjin and Namjoon, really. There was still a deep gash which was impossible to hide, ending up with Namjoon doing shots with the others. It instantly broke the suffocating barrier, the intended outcome that they were all calling for. After getting buzzed at the restaurant we went to, Yoongi thought that it'd be fun to go to the new pub at the corner, and here we were.

I should really classify 'we' as 'they'. I didn't want to go inside, instantly turning down the sour and pungent liquid, yet Taehyung happily took a small and clear glass with a sad smile. He was hurting, and he was hiding it with alcohol. It must've been the way Taehyung was brought up, taught and shown that drinking alcohol masks away pain for a short while made up of long, twisted hours. People drink to forget but always remember.

After being casted aside for far too long, finding that the curb was getting too uncomfortable to sit on, and my phone battery was dropping immensely, I finally took up the courage and strength to enter. A puff of air hit my face as I swung the door up with slim hands, being taken into a warmth contrasting with the cold and outside world holding stars. The inside was extremely packed, and it impossible to pin point my friends I currently couldn't stand. It was hurting me just to walk inside, bullet wounds being driven through my chest while people shoved into me. I didn't dodge the pain, just denied that they it me.

"Taehyung?" I call out with a slight cry, heart racing and eyes wanting to squeeze shut in fear and panic, "T-Taehyung?" My small voice calls out much louder this time, stomping my feet onto the hard wood flooring that was sticky and slippery in spots, but it only blends into the loud music and chatter.

"Little Princess, stop shouting." An older man says with annoyance, putting a bottle of beer in my face, "'Ere, take a drink and calm down, will you?" The top had already been taken off, and an abnormally foaming bottle. He had already drugged the substance inside. I pushed it away in an instant.

"No thank you, I'm only here to find my friends." And he did nothing else to bother me. The man must want someone gullible and much more tipsier than I.

With a face held high and nose stuck up, my feet walk over to the crowded bar, pushing around people to achieve the front. An attractive male stands before me, pink streaks running through his brown hair and black shirt tightly clinging to his tanned body in wrinkles, "Can I help you?" He deeply asks with a glance but continues to mix exotic drinks coming out as bright colors in martini glasses.

"There's a man over there in his mid-40s, greying hair with stubble and a red flannel with blue jeans. He's drugging drinks." The boy only a couple years older than me puts down a bottle of vodka and quickly rushes over, sending a quick 'thank you' before leaving.

"There you are." A familiar voice says from behind, hooking their arm around my small shoulders. I lightly smile toward the anxiety fleeing my bones, undeniably grateful that I've found the people I'd been searching for. He laughs from behind, putting his bottle of hard lemonade onto the counter placed in front of me, "I'm surprised that you came inside here. You've told me that you don't like alcohol."

My small voice hums, and I glance around with my back still turned to find the others, easily smelling the hard lemonade that resonated in his mouth and intertwined with a loose fitting and baby pink sweater accompanied by light skinny jeans. A wet feeling runs across the nape of my neck, setting some sort of nipping pain. It took barely a second to understand what he was doing, feeling parted lips working against the soft skin.

"Seokjin, no." I say, tone firm and grasping his arm to leave my shoulder. He nips down as he ignores my protest. The alcohol contaminated his mind already.

Seokjin only continues while his grip tightens. He was insanely strong, something you wouldn't expect as brown eyes held thick eyeliner. His lips part and let out a low hum. I was weak, unable to push away the boy that sent a shiver running down my spine. Even with the guilt running through my veins and a sensful loathing took control, my body found the feeling to be like Taehyung's ways. In the end, Seokjin earned a some sort of sound that made me sick. I didn't know if it was a whine of protest or not.

A swing of an arm, a connection of knuckle to cheek contact threw us apart. All music seemed to dim down while people stared in a shock. My body had been dragged to the ground once Seokjin fell, my brain swirling and body aching in such a pain practically unbearable. It made an uproar of flames across my skin, the sticky ground latching onto my black hair.

The grip around my shoulders had been taken away with the action, Seokjin groaning in pain as Taehyung stood above the two of us. His face was masked and blank, pain only showing in glazed eyes. My neck felt sore, the spot Taehyung had attacked once before being added over with a new and fresh mark. For once, the feeling of a growing love bite on my neck felt like a disgusting hickey, the unwanted glitter that wouldn't leave.

"I saw it, everything." Taehyung whispers, making such deep eye contact the pain roaring across my sensitive skin was almost subsided. He was the perfect alpha male controlling the omega on the ground, "I'm fucking done." People's eyes followed just like mine, watching the elder male walking through a slit of people that had opened up for him. They feared Taehyung at the moment.

There were many disgusted looks, all directed towards Seokjin and I, although my small body scrambled to get up and put the pain erupting underneath my stature with a known whimper aside. He stayed on the floor as the others rushed over, Jimin's loud calls for me to come back and sit down completely ignored as I half-sprinted, half-crawled out the door with stumbles. I looked completely hammered, begging for this pain to go away.

"T-T-Taehyung," I cry out with newfound tears. My palms stung beyond belief as my hands connected to the pavement with force. Standing wasn't an option, legs giving out completely while bruises crawled across my thin and fragile body, and I think my lungs forgot how to breathe. I was porcelain once more, "T-Tae..."

"Jeongguk, I said I'm done. Just- give me a little. If you want to be with Seokjin, so be it. If- If I'm not good enough, th-that's fine as long as you're happy, because deep down I- I already knew your love you's meant nothing. You- Jeongguk?" His sharpened words came to an abrupt stop once realization set in, "Shit. Shit. Shit- baby-" The mumbled profanities flew out of his dry mouth while rough hands made contact with my clenched and contorted face, "Jeongguk, look at me. Fuck, are you okay? Please, look at me." Taehyung commands with a new found softness. A hectic and urgent kind of softness that eased the pain but amped the anxiety.

Once crowded sidewalks filled with pedestrians had turned into almost nothing as the tears spilled down my pained voice, "N-No." Cries pass my lips as my insides felt like they were slowly breaking down, continuing to put bursts of flame throughout me. It was a new feeling so unbelievably unbearable, my own veins quivering and wavering in the cool breeze.

"Yoongi!" The elder screeches at the top of his lungs, begging for a well known role model, someone he looked up to for so many years to come and help. Taehyung had helped so many times before, but now his usually helpful and calming hands did nothing. They added no anxiety nor release as my head aggressively falls into his lap with a loudened whimper, "Y-Yoongi!" He pleas once more, as loud as possible.

And the feet come pounding down the short distance, falling on knees and a small hand is felt being ran across my back in a slow, shaky movement, "Take him back to your place. Yoongi's handling Seokjin with Namjoon. I just- Everything was going so well." Jimin whispers and takes no thought before placing a soft kiss onto my dampened forehead. Taehyung didn't fight. He allowed the one person who used to care for me send some form of good riddance before waving his arm towards the street. A cab comes soon after, the two of them not leaving my side, "Seokjin's throwing up everywhere and crying." He softly tells Taehyung while I'm carefully uplifted and put into the reeking yellow cab. Once again, my body was easy to be lifted up and carried by strong arms.

"Tell him that I'll talk later." Taehyung coldly explains before sliding in next to me. He instantly pulls my form into his body as I continue to cry and quiver. I felt like it was much better to go to a hospital, my veins pounding with my heartbeat while my head ached. Maybe from years of pain, I'd gotten so used to hiding it.

"I'll talk to Yoongi-hyung too, but please, make sure that Guk's okay. He's one for acting tough." His voice was sincere, terrified.

"...I care about his life more than my own."

The sound of a door slamming shut sounds with the feeling of Taehyung's arms wrapping tiredly around my undeniably fragile being, "Is that boy alright?" The cab driver curiously asks.

"Yes, just take me to my house." Taehyung then continues to quickly give out his address as the man types it into the keypad and begins to drive. He places a hand on my forehead and abruptly draws it back with a heavy sigh, looking down at my face appearing paler than usual and covered in a film of sweat, "Goddamnit, you have another fever." I let out a small whine, letting my head limply lull around onto his lap with every speed bump and pothole.

"I mean it when I say I love you." The words draw out of my dry and chapped lips. Taehyung had spoken such things that made my heart ache, discovering my loyalty isn't believable enough.

"I know...I know you do, don't think about what I said earlier. I- I was just angry and don't feel like myself right now." Rough fingers run across my face along with the breath that smelt almost normal.

"Why don't you smell like drinks?"

"I didn't have anything at the bar after the shots from earlier."

"Then why did you leave me?"

Taehyung lightly winces at the use of words, "Because I'm a stupid asshole."

I grinned grimly, eyelids fluttering closed with unconsciousness. I was almost begging for Mr. Tan to emerge with the world of pink galaxies and upside ponds.

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gAHHHH wHy do i hate all of these newer updates??? like i'm so mad?? aish, i need a break and find my track for this story again cus it's not as meaningful as it used to be for me. :((

+ i h8 myself for making seokjin such a bad person baby ily pls

altho i lowkey ship jungkook&seokjin hAhAHaa