In White Houses
Ch.9
What the fuck do you think you were doing?!" he asked in a hostile voice,
"w-what, n-nothing..?" I stuttered. His eyebrows furrowed, "are you that much fucking dense, dressed like this, going to a party surrounded with people you don't know, agreeing to follow a drunk guy by yourself somewhere no one knows?! Flirting with him?!" he yelled in my face,
my body became hot, I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "You think I asked for it because I'm dressed like this?! Are you kidding me? I didn't know he was drunk, I-I didn't know okay?! I'm fucking sorry you had to go in and save me, Jesus, but don't try to say I was egging him on flirting with him...and why does it matter to you anyway if I did or not?! You kissed me the other night and then say you don't want me falling for you or some shit and then you tried to kiss me again yesterday? What game are you playing?! I'm not someone you can just toy around!!" I shouted I felt my heart beating out of my chest.
He stared at me for a moment then released my arm, tears began streaming down my cheeks, I winced in pain as my feet were throbbing. These damn heels were killing me. Taehyung noticed my reaction and bent down to undo my heels. "What are you doing, I'm okay I can do--," "Shhh, stop being stubborn," he said calmly, he took my heel off examining my foot, a few blisters were on the top of my foot and back of my heels.
"Come with me," he stood up grabbing my hand, we were in the bathroom where he sat me down on the toilet, he rummaged through the cabinet and pulled out ointment and some bandages. He kneeled down holding my foot, I flushed from him examining my feet meticulously, he began to apply ointment to my blisters, "I'm...sorry." He muttered, his eyes concentrating on applying the cream, "I shouldn't have blown up on you it just made me so angry the way he was all over you, trying to hurt you," he stuck the band-aid to my blister, he paused, slightly rubbing his thumb on top of the bandage smoothing it, "Minjoo," he murmured, "I'm just...not good for you."
He bit his bottom lip avoiding my gaze, "What are you talking about Taehyung?" I questioned before he could answer his phone ranged,
"Hyung? Have you seen Minjoo? I looked everywhere here but I can't find her..." I can hear the party's music and Jimin's frantic voice on the line, I forgot he was keeping me company for most of the party, I started to feel bad for leaving him and making him so worried. "Relax, she's here back home." Taehyung calmly replied, "Home?? How?? Wait, are you there too?" "I drove her she wasn't'...feeling too well." He lied for me, I could hear Jimin cursing under his breath, "okay, well, we're all about to head back home soon the party is getting crazy."
Jimin said before hanging up. Taehyung stood up looking down at my foot, "try to wear comfortable shoes next time," he said and I blushed. "Also, you should go bed it's late," he added, as he began to walk out the bathroom, "But I'm not tired." I got up from the toilet seat following him, he chuckled walking out into the living room and sat on the couch turning the TV on. I guess I'll join him?
I flopped on the far end of the couch, on the opposite side, his eyes were focused on the TV. He didn't say anything else to me as he was watching a drama. I'm guessing he like dramas? We watched the show together until the very end, it was a quarter past 12 and my eyes were getting heavy, I laid my head on the armrest trying my best to keep my eyes open, but I knew I failed because the last thing I remembered was a soft blanket covering my body.
