Taehyung's POV.

I don't bother walking down for breakfast the next morning.

They don't want me there anyway. I don't want to bother them with my presence.

So I remain, tangled in the sheets, eyes swollen and heart heavy.

There is absolute silence in the room. An unsettling silence. The silence that makes your skin prick in caution.

V was yet to speak.

I am thankful that he hasn't made any move to tell me about how useless I was. I didn't need to be reminded. Not to mention that I was already emotionally drained from hearing what the members had thought of me.

Deep down I always knew that they hated me, yet I had tried to brush the thought away. Now however, I believe every word they have said.

Last night's dream still remains etched fresh in my mind.

I cannot forget their looks of hate and harsh words.

But the one which had stood out most prominently for me where my parents. My eyes began to tear up as I remember their words and the familiar burn in my chest returned.

A soft knock pulls me out of my thoughts, and my head snaps up, curious too see which member had actually bothered to check up on me.

It is Yoongi.

He is standing at the doorframe, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. But it is his eyes that strum a deep chord deep within me.

They soften considerably as they land on me and their is an air of concern in them that warms my heart.

It's kinda nice though, don't you think? It's more quiet in here. Calmer. I could get used to this shit.

He didn't really care. He never did.

Maybe this is all another dream and I am yet to wake up from it.

There is silence as we just stare at each other, both lost in our thoughts. Then as if he suddenly understands what he's doing, he shakes his head, clearing his throat.

"You're late."he states, blandly.

It is then do I remember that today was another dance session. My muscles groan in protest at the thought.

He does not question my whereabouts for the last two days. He does not ask whether I was alright after Hoseok's beating.

He says nothing.

And why should he?

He too occasionally threw swings at me. He too uttered harsh words at me.

He is no different.

I pull myself up, the bed squealing as I do. Yoongi watches silently as I make my way to my cupboard.

I have my own room as none of the members wish to share one with me.

With trembling fingers I pick out a pair of grey sweatpants and an oversized white shirt, all through his stare. My back pricks with unease. I realise he is still there as my fingers dance over my stomach, brushing over the hem of my shirt.

"C-Can you please leave?"

I don't mean to sound rude or offended him any way but his eyes narrow, coldness sweeping back into them.

"Hurry the fuck up."he spat, slamming the door behind him as he leaves.

I sighed, anger at myself from upsetting him beginning to eat at me.

Good job Taehyung. You always fuck everything up.

A loud gasp tumbled out of my lips as my eyes widened in shock.

Surprised, are you? Did you think that I would really leave?

"No."I muttered, a sense of dread pooling at the pit of my stomach,"Please...not again."

His cruel laughs echoes through my head and I squeeze my eyes shut, begging for him to disappear.

You should just die Taehyung. Imagine how much people you will make happy from doing so.

"Hurry up! Fuck!"

It is Yoongi voice that cuts the cold air around me, immediately halting V from his string of insults. For once I am thankful that he was swearing profusely at me. I pull on my clothes, mumbling my thanks to the angry man outside my day as I pulled open the door.

"Took you long enough."he spits as his eyes drop down, assessing me through their narrowed shape.

I frowned, playing with my fingers as I look down at the floor,"I'm s-sorry."

He only scoffs, turning away, indirectly demanding me to follow. I am quiet as we make our ways down the stairs and into the living room, afraid that if I said anything I would only anger the older even more.

"No breakfast."he said, breaking the silence as he opens the door,"It's your fault that you were late."

I nod as he slams the door on my face, leaving me to open it by myself.

Skipping meals is not uncommon for me. I am forced to when the others are constantly reminding that I am late even if my watch begs to defer.

He leads the way to the van where the other members are already gathered at, exhaustion evident on their expression as they tried not to nod off to sleep. Their eyes open as they hear our footsteps, a bored look lining their eyes.

"He's here, let's go."Yoongi said, climbing into the van without a glance back.

Hoseok sends me a nasty glare, muttering not so quietly under his breath,"Selfish bitch. Forgetting to turn up and leaving us in the cold."

He's not wrong. You are selfish. Really fucking selfish.

Murmurs of agreement chorus over the group and I can feel my face heat up in humiliation as I try and hold back my tears.

"I'm sorry."

They act as if they had not heard me, pushing me out of the way to the entrance of the van,leaving me to climb on at the end. However Jimin is quick to remember to slam the door as my foot just steps over the door.

I yelped, jumping back in shock as I hop, holding my foot in pain. Tears fall from my eyes as I bit my lip, drawing blood, to refrain from sobbing out loud.

Don't try and deny that you didn't deserve that.

I can hear laughter from inside the van as they press their faces against the windows to watch me in pain. V joins in, his laughs echoing in my head.

I ignore all of them, allowing the pain in my toe to dull to a soft throb that would make me wince whenever I applied pressure to it.

I dig my nails into my palms as I pull myself into the van, sitting beside Jungkook who wrinkled his nose in disgust and turned away.

"Why'd he have to sit next to me."he whines to Jimin who is sitting on the seat beside us,"I don't wanna catch his weirdness."

Why does he? Why does he have to sit next to someone like you? Someone so pathetic?

My eyes are glassy as I hear V's words but I am determined to not let him get to me. Jimin let's out a bark of laughter, nodding as he adds his own insult.

"Why are you still here?"he sneered,"Can't you see that we were better off without you?"

And that's when it starts. The other member who were listening silently clap loudly, wide grins painting their lips as they are quick to join in.

There words are like knives, each of them burying deep within me as it was released from their hands. But what made it worse was that deep down, I knew it was true.

Die.

I close my eyes, trying to block out their words but my attempts are futile.

"Disgusting

"Whore."

"Retard.

And the list goes on.

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