Taehyung had no clue.
The night he and I left, he slipped from my side for two minutes. That was enough time for Younghoon to find me again. Enough time for him to give me more of what I needed.
"What do I owe you?"
"Nothing, beautiful. It's enough satisfaction to know things V doesn't."
Day one — I take two. Taehyung gives me one from his stash. I take another one from my own.
I'm feeling a hundred percent, like a toy running on a new set of batteries. It was like I was on caffeine, except without the jitters or a massive headache. It feels like I've put on a new pair of glasses, suddenly seeing with perfect vision. But the best part of it all, the thought of sleep never once crossed my mind.
I must've kissed Taehyung ten times that day. Maybe more. I think he enjoyed it. I was a damn good kisser. They saw us? Do I care? Yes. No. Maybe. I don't know.
I had fun cleaning too. I also rearranged my room that day. Twice.
Day two — two pills. Taehyung gives me one from his stash. I take one more from my own.
When did we get a cat?
I must've kissed Taehyung twenty times that day. Maybe more. He tells me to slow down. I don't understand why. I'm a good kisser aren't I?
Dalmi? I thought you were dead. You should meet Yoongi, I think you'll like him.
Namjoon yelled at me that day. I didn't understand what he was saying. Was he speaking French? T'es un connard, Namjoon.
Yoongi asked me what was going on. I lied to him. Told him it was more caffeine. He couldn't tell I was lying. This damn drug makes me a good liar.
God, this vacuum is amazing!
How did I end up in the backyard? I must've passed out. I'm tired. No I'm not. Yes I am.
No you're not, Y/N.
Day three — two pills. Taehyung doesn't give me any from his stash. So I take two from my own. I only have one more left.
I don't kiss Taehyung that day. I was cross with him. He says I need a break.
Namjoon and Seokjin left. I remember saying goodbye, but I don't remember where they were going.
Jimin keeps looking at me. Please stop looking at me.
I wake up in Seokjin's bed. How did I end up here? And why am I wearing his sweater?
At least he's not here to see you, fool.
Dalmi, please don't call me that.
Yoongi and Hobi says the red dots are on the move. I have to think of something soon. I think I know what I need to do.
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