POV: Taehyung

I tightened my grip on the stair wells railing, pulling my self up the stairs. Vision blurry and head spinning I made it to the last step, all that's going through my dizzied head is worry and fear.

I make it halfway down the hall when my legs decide to give up on me and I collapse, my head hitting the ground twice, one on impact making my head bounce and hitting it a second time.

I curse loudly from the pain in my forehead, which is turning red and growing a small bump. "Shit!"

I lay there rolling on the floor cradling my head, until I hear a soft voice coming from the door just a few feet ahead. "Tae?"

I freeze as I'm reminded of my original mission. 'V.' I slowly stand to my feet and jog to his room, swinging the door open a little too harshly. When the doors opened I see V sitting up in his bed, in only a see through BTS tank top and shorts that are rode up his thigh showing more than the usual amount of skin, with the blanket only covering one leg. His hair is disheveled, most of it sticking up on one side, most likely on the side his slept on.

We stare at each other. My eyes roaming down his chest and stomach, memorizing everything about this moment, the lighting, the clothes he's wearing, and the position he's in, his hands supporting him behind his back making his see through tank top pressed closer to his torso, which is surprisingly fit looking.

I smirk darkly when I realize his eyes are roaming as well. He stares up at me when he notices my expression. "L-like what you-u see?"

He frowns at me, brows furrowed with a little pout on his lips. "Are you drunk?"

"Wut if I am?" I ask upset with his reaction. I try to step closer toward him to attempt to get a better reaction out of him. But then I realize I'm falling and I can't save myself.

That's when I feel arms wrap around me under my armpits. They huff once or twice before throwing me onto V's bed. I let out a low groan, as the pain in my head comes creeping back, not being able to move entirely from being dizzy, I start to squirm.

"Why are you drinking?" I freeze, not wanting to spill anything about the situation just yet.

Instead, I stare into his chocolate brown eyes, thinking of an excuse to not tell him. "It's none of your business." I simply state throwing my head back on the bed.

I hear retreating footsteps, along with the fading out of V's tired sigh. I start to panic worried he would hear a knock on the door, or something and answer it for it to be our father.

I quickly try to go after him, only to fall once again, except this time I fell off the bed and multiple parts of my body in a series of thumps. I growl in agitation and curse at the bed for not catching me, only for my sentence to be cut off by a stinging pain in my head as I slowly come out of my drunken state. "Fuck!" I roll on the floor a little more.

"Stay there! I'll be back, dum-dum!" V's sweet voice rung through out the second floor. I smiled the tiniest bit at the temporary nickname he gave me.

Once I've snapped out of my trance, i stumble out the bedroom door and towards the stair case. Only to see him already coming up the steps with a glass of water in his right hand. I fill tears start to form with relief once I see he's fine.

Once close enough, I throw my arms around his smaller frame. I sob harshly on his shoulder, the sorrow of the situation hitting like semi-truck.

V started to move, lifting his hand and tugging on the back of my sweatshirt. I tightened my hold, moving my position, so my arms are around his neck and I'm standing closer to than I was before with our torsos touching now.

I sniffle loudly, feeling like a big baby. "Don't leave..me." I mumble, whispering the last part, not realizing he heard me over the sniffles.

He shifts once again under my hold. "Why would I do that?" He says, his voice being muffled by one of my ears being pressed against his neck and the other against my own arms.

"Because I-" I stopped myself from saying too much and push myself away from him, embarrassed. Wanting to end the conversation there, I lightly speak, "V, I'll talk to you later."

I slowly make my way to my room, leaning against the wall for support.

As I make it into my room and slam the door shut, it breaks. Anger builds inside me and I grab the first thing I could get my hands on, my lava lamp, and threw it across the room against the wall. I started throwing everything that wasn't heavier than me, screaming curses at who ever let our ex-father out jail.

Once I was sure everything had been thrown and destroyed, I slid down my navy blue wall, breathing heavily.

I hear a faint knock, then the tiniest whisper carries through the door. "Tae?"

I see V's shadow on the other side of the door and stand up hesitantly, moving towards the door, deciding I should tell him before anything happens.

A\N:

This was fun. Lmao

Word Count: 910