Through It All || Reader x BTS || Vmin

[9]

Namjoon, Yoongi, and I watch as Y/N leaves. I immediately feel regret as I see how angry she is. I should've remained calm in front of her.

"You know what, I'm leaving too." I sigh. I leave without looking back. I just wanna go home and sleep.

I barely pay attention to the road as I drive home. My mind is filled with too many thoughts.

Why would Namjoon help Yoongi leave the group? I get that he was just trying to be a good friend, but he wasn't thinking about BTS. He knows how bad Yoongi's departure is for BTS.

Never mind. I don't want to think about that or anything else right now. I just want to rest.

When I get home, I drag myself to the kitchen and find Taehyung sitting at the table. His head is resting on the table, along with two empty bottles of soju.

I approach him slowly. Taehyung almost never drinks unless we're celebrating something, but in that case we only let ourselves drink one or two shots.

But in the rare cases when he drinks heavily, it's because he's deeply troubled.

"Taehyung." I mumble, poking his arm. When he doesn't move, I poke harder.

Still nothing.

"Hey." I say as I shake his shoulder. He groans lightly and slowly lifts his head from the table.

He turns his head towards me, but his eyes are only half open.

"Chimchim?" He mumbles. "Is that you?"

"Yeah, cmon, go to bed." I answer. I take his arm and place it around my shoulders. He gets up and we slowly walk together towards his room.

We finally get to his room and he falls back on the bed.

I stare at him for a few moments, then I say quietly, "Taehyung, why'd you drink? You told me you hated drinking."

I shake my head in disappointment, then I turn to the door and start to leave-

Apparently he heard me. "Because... because of you."

His voice is barely a whisper.

I slowly turn around again and walk closer to the bed. I frown in confusion as I watch his face, so peaceful and calm. A small smile forms on his lips, and his eyes are still closed.

"It's you." He mumbles. Then he turns on his side, his back facing me.

I blink. "O-ok, but next time if you're troubled talk to someone instead of drowning all your problems in alcohol. Talk to me, Taehyung. We're best friends, right?"

"Heh. You're like the last person I want to talk to right now." He grumbles.

"Alright, alright." I chuckle, backing away as I smile to myself. Taehyung is mean when he's drunk. It's cute.

I stuff my hands in my pockets and feel something. I take out a piece of paper and realize it's the letter I wrote for Taehyung while I was outside the coffee shop. I look fondly at my best friend. His back rises up and down slowly as he takes shallow breaths.

I place the folded-up piece of paper on the bedside table, then I slip out of the room, switching off the lights and silently closing the door behind me. 

"Goodnight, Taehyungie." I whisper to the door.

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Taehyung's POV

My head is pounding when I open my eyes. Sunlight slips through the window, creating thin rays of brightness in my dim bedroom.

I rub my sore eyes in frustration. I got drunk, didn't I? I vaguely remember being home alone last night, and the bottles of soju looked tempting. There were so many thoughts troubling my mind, so I thought, why not? There was no one around to talk to about my problems- not that I wanted to talk about it anyways.