Pour Up

  
   It absolutely amazes Taehyung at how different Yoongi acts as he slowly gets drunk off of the alcohol and atmosphere. They danced in the middle of a crowd, the bass intensifying hormones and headaches, the smell of sweaty teenagers and booze too heavy in their noses but the fun they're having seemingly hinders the annoyance that surrounded them. Taehyung sways to the beat, moving side to side, mouth hanging open, eyes wide in shock as he absorbed what he's seeing. Through his hazy vision, Yoongi grins as he dances wildly, jumping up and down, grinding, holding close to anyone who'd let him dance with him. That shy demeanor he used to adorn, the lazy, quiet, closed smile Min Yoongi with the baggy university sweatshirts and tight black pants-- gone. Replaced by a party animal, a predator that matched Taehhyung, that threatened him to spill over like water over a cliff. "Come on! Let's dance!" Yoongi yells over the music, grabbing Taehyung by the wrist and pulling the stunned boy towards him. Taehyung wants to resist, say no and grab Yoongi and take him home and sober him back to the soft boy he knew, but the temptations, the sin, it overpowered and controlled him. Yoongi slowly pulls him close, dancing goofly and widly to try and get his older friend to copy him. Taehyung slowly follows, still fixed onto Yoongi especially his drugged eyes, how the brown had turned darker, wider with lust for temporary freedom. "Come on, Tae! You're the one who made me come to the party yet you're the one ruining it! Lighten up!" Yoongi complains, snapping Taehyung out of his trance. He nods, "Sorry." He mutters, replacing his worried face with his usual, party going expression, brightening the mood for both him and Yoongi.
   The two dance, messily sipping from their bottles of beer, getting drunker and drunker as hours pass faster than they could drink. "I'm gonna go to the restroom!" Yoongi yells, already stumbling outwards of the crowd. Taehyung smiles, "Okay! I'll be in the kitchen getting more beer!" The two part, Yoongi towards the stairs and Taehyung to the back of the house where the kitchen is. Taehyung stumbles, doing his best to avoid people in his staggered drunk adventure. He opens a door and finds a storage place filled with cleaning utensils then closes it. Next to it another door he opens, but finds it locked. He grumbles and moves on, peering inside a doorway to find the formal dining room. In his state, he grumbles again and takes the last sip of his beer and decides to instead find Yoongi. Slowly, he rounds the corner and finds the stairs and with his uncoordinated self, he climbs the steps with the use of the handrails carefully. "Yoongi~" He calls in the significantly quiter space. He maneuvers through the halls, remembering the way to the bathroom from when Youngjae had invited him over a few months ago. Taehyung rounds the corner, spotting a shaded figure in the distance. "Yoongi, someone moved the kitchen I can't find it." Taehyung shuffles to the figure, getting closer to the person. Taehyung's vision is blurry, but he could tell that the figure isn't Yoongi, but the person beneath him is. "Yoongi?" Taehyung whispers, suddenly his drunk self now much sober and coordinated. "Stop it, Haneul." Yoongi mutters, those sad eyes back and looking off further down the hall. "Come on, Yoongi. I'll pay you thirty. Just a quickie and then you'll be done." Yoongi squirms beneath the taller, larger boy, "No. I don't want to." He mutters. Haneul huffs, "Come on." He says, voice hardening. Yoongi remains silent, not facing his attacker. Haneul grips Yoongi's shoulders, pushing him down, "Just do it, Yoongi. I know a lot of whores like you, but you're the best one here. Do you know I pay you double what the others get?" Haneul smirks as his hands fly to his pants. Taehyung suddenly realizes the situation, angering him to his core. "Hey fucktard." He calls, walking faster towards the two. Haneul turns around, "Get lost, twink. This one's mine." He growls. Taehyung doesn't think, he just does. He raises his hand and smashes the bottle against Haneul, busting the bottle into shards and knocking Haneul down. "Fuck!" Haneul screams, "What the fuck?!" Taehyung straddles the boy, gripping his shirt and holding him up, getting his face close to his. "Don't touch him ever again, pervert. He's not a toy nor is he someone you should fucking mess with." Haneul smirks, "Who said?" He asks. Taehyung mirrors the sadistic smile, "Kim Taehyung did." Haneul's smirk drops, his eyes brimming wide. "Don't tell me you're V...." Taehyung chuckles, voice deep and something out of a horror movie. Taehyung raises his hand in a fist, ready to unleash his pent up anger when Yoongi calls, "Don't. Let's-- Let's just go, Tae.. Please.." With eyes still locked on Haneul, he breathes a sigh. "Fine. You better watch your ass." Taehyung shoves Haneul's head into the ground and glass, ending his abuse before standing up and turning around. He looks at Yoongi, frowning at how scared and afraid he is. Taehyung grabs Yoongi's wrist softly, pulling him away from Haneul and down the stairs, towards the front door and to the sidewalk. In silence they walked, Yoongi a few steps behind Taehyung, pondering about what happened until they're in Taehyung's empty house, sitting next to each other on Taehyung's messy bed.

   Silence.

   Not a word uttered or a breath breathed. They both stared at the bedroom door, wallowing in their own individual despair.
   Yoongi felt as if his secrets has spilled, shattering on the floor into millions of pieces to which he can't pick up or put back together. It's as if he had left something back at the party, something important that he had needed but can't get back. Was it his innocence? His pride? Dignity? Where's his happiness? How about the hard liquor that could make him forget the missing puzzle pieces? Or maybe the blade that could release all this confusion, these feelings? Countless hours of building the perfect picture, but it all shattered because of a mistake.
   Taehyung on the other hand felt empty, confused, and angry. He couldn't fathom the situation, the fact that his best friend was being sexually abused by some sick bastard everyone thought was the literal representation of a heavenly angel. The concept just couldn't be grasped and Taehyung was left speechless, every inch of his body left empty yet strangely filled with anger. 

   "How long.. has this been going on?"

   Taehyung bravely speaks up, voice wavering in and out of consciousness. Yoongi inhales, thinking, stalling, before exhaling. "Few months. Maybe a month after I came here." Yoongi mutters delicately, voice soft and raw. Taehyung could feel his emptiness grow, that feeling of defeat because of something you can't control. Chaos was the single word that could describe Taehyung's mind, his thoughts wild and loose at the fact that this has been going on for months. Day after day Yoongi would be abused and yet he came back to Taehyung as if everything was fine, that flaws weren't a concept to Yoongi, that Yoongi was invincible-- but everything that Taehyung assumed was a lie. A fat, huge pill of lies that Taehyung swallowed everyday. Taehyung turns to Yoongi, "Why didn't you tell me?" He asks. Yoongi chuckles under his breath, "How was I supposed to tell you? Would you have believed me if I had told you? Would anyone believe me? He's a god in that damn school and he thought he could take me over, and he did. He did just like anybody else there. I was afraid that you would see me different, too. I came here wanting a fresh start, a happy start, but life has different plans for me when you were born a fuck up." Yoongi hadn't looked at Taehyung till now, his eyes fixed on Taehyung's own. Silence falls again, peace settling like soft snow between them. As silence grew, so did the awkwardness, the quietness getting to Yoongi as well as the intent stare of his friend. "Um... Your lips are chapped...." Yoongi whispers, breaking both the silence and stare. He reaches inside his pocket, pulling out a tube of chap stick. Taehyung clears his throat, "What?" He asks, voice breaking. He watches Yoongi squeeze a drop onto his finger, staring at his finger as Yoongi brings it up to Taehyung's lips. Yoongi spreads the chap stick on Taehyung's lips, cheeks reddening at the sudden realization of what he's doing. Taehyung's breath hitches, Yoongi's touch leaving him cold and hot at the same time. Yoongi coughs as he brings his hand back. "Sorry." He whispers, standing up and shoving the tube back in his pants. "I-I should leave. Sorry." Taehyung reaches out, grabbing Yoongi's wrist tightly, afraid of letting him go. He stands up, "Your lips are chapped too." Yoongi turns around, "What?" Taehyung doesn't think, he just does. Quickly, Taehyung leans down, kissing Yoongi in a hurry. No fireworks burst and there was no feeling of butterflies flying in their stomachs. In fact, it felt like everything was falling. The shelves, the walls, the ground fell from their world, lifting them to space where they floated in an atmosphere of mistake. Taehyung couldn't describe it as anything else that desperation. That he needed to tell Yoongi something but couldn't find the words, so he let his body do the talking. Yoongi on the other hand felt the dread, the aftermath of the kiss that could result in their friendship dissipating. It was a familiar feeling; the fiery red passion of the kiss, the desperation and dread, the confusingly empty feeling towards each other, the situation from an hour ago, it was all familiar. 

    They both knew something was incredibly, unbelievably wrong when the colour of that night was the angriest, fieriest hues of red and orange, and the kiss they shared, the feeling they felt, was the most depressive shade of black.