I just added a new chapter, right after the prologue. It's called 'Characters' and just shows how everyone looks like. Hair colours and all. If you're interested go and check it out! ;)

This is going to be a long chapter to make up with my huge stretch of time before my last update. Sorry guys but I hope this will make up for it!

Taehyung's POV.

I am not surprised when the members throw me cold glares as soon as I step into the van.

Jin shoots me a small smile as I squeeze in next to him. I can't help but notice the great distance between us, and the curious stares we are getting. Namjoon however seems absolutely livid. Throughout the entire ride he throws cautious look at us, a heavy scowl lining his lips.

He was simply terrifying.

I grip the sides of the seat, knuckles pure white, forehead wet with sweat and chest heaving in anxiety. [A/N: Bit much?] Namjoon smirks as he sees this, jerking his fist threateningly.

"Uh Tae?"Jin hisses, careful to act as though he is merely looking at his phone.

I make sure that my lips are not moving as I reply,"Yeah?"

"Don't see this in a bad way or anything but the members will seriously hate me if I continue to hang out with you."

He smiles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he comes to a finish.

In other words he doesn't want to be anywhere near someone like you. The members are just an excuse.

I nod, smiling painfully,"O-Oh, I see."

"Yeah."he says, clearing his throat,"I'm really sorry Tae, I - "

My vision is blurring and I do not want Jin nor the others to witness ugly tears rolling down my cheeks so I cut him off, my voice cracking,"It's okay. I get it."

He bites his bottom lip, guilt lining the tips  of his brown eyes. But I am simply imaging that, right? He doesn't feel any sort of regret for announcing so bluntly that he doesn't want to stay with me any longer.

Because I was always one step behind.

The members would always pick themselves over me. In this case Jin would always pick the others over me.

And who wouldn't?

I was burdensome.

I wasn't funny. I wasn't nice. I wasn't interesting.

I wasn't enough.

Jin rises to his feet, his hand discretely squeezing my shoulder in what I presume is comfort. But the action only hurts even more and it takes all my will to not writhe away from his touch.

Sending me a small smile as he turns away, he seats himself next to Namjoon who immediately tears his attention from his phone and presents the blonde with a smile, his dimples standing out prominently.

Jin's fingers still ghost over my shoulder blade, ever so slowly pressing down. I shudder pulling out my headphones, desperate to block out the smiles around me. A smile that was thankful for my hidden presence.

A loud laugh, alike to the sound of windshield wiper rubbing away the tears of sorrow from the white whips that hung in the deep blue, booms across the bus, paired with a hand slapping against a knee.

[A/N: Who else laughs exactly like Jin? *raises hand]

It had hurt when Jin had openly chosen the others over me but to see him laughing, harder [A/N:Omg my dirty mind >.< ] than he had with me, the widest smile painted on his lips that I had ever seen, that burned.

Like a fire that crept over my chest, spitting fiercely as it dragged it's vibrant red claws against my skin. Blood swept furiously from the wound, exploding against the heads or fiery orange that bared their teeth viciously.

I bite my lip until blood is drawn as tears of hurt and pain cascade down my cheeks.

But all I can do is hope that the music booming into my ears and the dreary black around me will swallow me until I am no more.

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Jimin purses his lips and looks away as I hit the highest note I have ever had sung.

Slowly I stretch the note to a forlorn end, the difference octaves falling considerably as I lower my voice, the deep husky tone returning as I hit deeper.

There is silence as I finish.

Everyone is staring at me with wide eyes, lips slightly agape. Worry thuds against my chest. Had I done it wrong? The thought is enough to have my clenching my fists in irritation. I had practiced to perfect the same bar for weeks and now their is a possibility that I haven't done that right.

Disappointment.  Weighing down.

Yoongi is the one to break the unsettling silence around us, his hand meeting together in an appreciative clap,"Good."

Jimin rests his head against his cupped hands that rested against the table as he raised a judgemental eyebrow,"Good? I'd say average."

"Yeah, well no one really asked for your opinion."Jungkook spits, darkly.

Once again silence.

Everyone is staring at the maknae with wide, shocked eyes as they try and process exactly what they had heard from what they had thought was the innocent and kind younger.

Jungkook seems to hold no remorse whatsoever for snapping at his hyung, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he leans against the chair, arms crossed over tightly his chest as he flexes his muscles, threateningly.

"E-Excuse me?"

He rolls his eyes, breathing out deeply through his nose,"You heard right the first time, bitch."

What is he doing? What is he trying to achieve by defending me? He will not gain anything other than pain and sorrow if he were to side with me.

"Hey."Yoongi mutters warningly,"Watch it."

Jungkook only scoffs.

My breathing hitched at this. Yoongi was not someone to mess with. And the amount of disrespect the youngest was displaying wasn't helping the older to remain calm.

Yoongi glares at him, breathing harshly through his nose to refrain himself from lashing out.

"Guk, you feeling alright?"Namjoon asks with concern, eyebrows pinched together.

If Jungkook wasn't angry before he is now.

He unfolds his arms and brings his fists down with a defeating boom on the smooth, wooden table as he rises to his feet, lips pulled back in a livid scowl.

"I'm fine but can't you see that Tae isn't?"he yells, chest heaving as he continues to scream out the middle of thoughts he had withheld for days,"Wait of course you don't, because all of you have your heads stuck to far up your ass notice shit!"

Hoseok narrows his eyes,"Sit the fuck down you ungrateful piece of shit."

"I don't listen to assholes that were born out of the fucking garbage."

"Alright that's fucking it."Yoongi declares, slamming his palms against the table as he stands up, and points angrily at the door,"If you can't fucking respect your elders, you will stay the fuck out of our way. I meant it. Get the fuck out of my sight. Take the piece of shit with you."

Scoffing, Jungkook slings his backpack over his shoulder and marches to where I am sitting, tugging me harshly to my feet,"Fine! It's not like I enjoy seeing your retarded faces every fucking second of my godamned life."

Namjoon lets out an enraged growl, jumping to his feet, fist raised in the air. However Jin who had foreseen the action, is quick to calm the leader down, pulling at his shirt as he mumbles something incoherent.

"C'mon."Jungkook whispers, pulling my hand as I stumble out of my seat, bag clutched fearfully in my fingers.

I cannot process what had just happened. Only minutes ago the six of them smiling happily with each other and now. Now one of them seemed to have hated the rest all this time. When or how I did not know.

"Rot in hell bitches."Jungkook yells, back faced against the members as we make our way to the door, both fists showcasing his middle finger in the air.

He shoves the door open with immense force, ignoring the angry curses that followed us into the lobby. I trail behind him, hand still enclosed tightly around his, completely clueless to what had just happened.

Wasn't Jungkook supposed to hate me?

But at the moment I know it would not be wise to ask any questions as the younger leads the way through the streets, mask pressed against his face. From the way he is gripping my hand as though it is the last thing he had ever seen.

I am sure by the time he lets go, my skin would be lightly bruised from the intense grip he is applying. I want to wince from the painful hold but I bite my bottom lip to hold in the groans of pain, afraid that I would trigger the maknae even further than he already was.

Questions pummel at the front of my mind, begging to be released but I reluctantly bite my tongue, holding them in.

Where did the sudden change come from?

It's only then do I notice that we are standing in a deserted park. There is large lake in the middle of the open area, reflecting the milky light from the moon. The scene presented before me looked as if it were pulled out of a book.

I can't help the silent 'wow' that falls from my lips as my eyes drink in the scenery around me.

Beside me, Jungkook chuckles, squeezing my hand gently. His black hair is ruffled in an almost artistic way, making him appear slightly rough and edgy. His cheeks are flushed a light pink from practically running to the deserted area. And his eyes seem unnaturally bright as the shine in the black of night.

He looks perfect.

And here I am looking like a bag of potatoes beside him. With a heavy sigh, I tug my hand out of his.

Ugly. Fatass. Retard.

But he doesn't allow me to. He tightens his hold, looking at me straight in the eyes, as if daring me to let go.

A pleasant feeling of warmth travel across my chest and blood rushes to my chest as I turn my face against him.

"Taehyung."he breathes out.

I shiver, involuntarily, my spine curling in delight at the way he says my name.

"Y-Yes?"

I curse internally at my broken words, showing my obvious nervousness to be standing so close to him.

"Look at me."

He says the word with so much dominance that it feel as though there are silver handcuffs clasped tightly around my wrists, forcing me to look into his captivating brown eyes.

His eyelashes are long and dark, making his eyes stand out prominently as they pulled me further into him. His lips are suddenly more pink and plump. Inviting even, and I refrain myself from glancing down at them.

What am I thinking?

He was younger than me and much too young to know such things, yet the way he acted was as if he was some sort of mafia king. But he was a member. A member of the group who made my life living hell.

His hand lifts up into mid air, hanging innocently over my cheeks, the tips of his finger just brushing over my skin. Just.

My breath catches in my throat as I look up at him with wide eyes, any thoughts that had nagged me is wiped away leaving me in a haze of pink.

My cheeks flush a brilliant shade of red as he pressed his hand against my cheek, caressing softly as he gazed into my eyes, an unknown emotion evident in his orbs.

"Hi."I squeak.

He chuckles, his lips curving into a half smile.

"I'm sorry."he says, a depressed expression beginning to etch onto his features,"I'm a fucking coward. I'm so sorry."

Confusion pumps through my veins but I know that now is not the time to question to increasingly upset maknae. So instead I intertwine our hands shyly, eyes locked on the gravel and cheeks on fire.

I can feel him tense at first by my surprisingly bold move before relaxing, rubbing soothing circles onto my knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

And we stay like that, his hand on my cheek as he looked at me, our hands clasped together between us as we stared at each other.

We don't say anything as we simply smile at the other.

We don't have to.

Because our smiles and eyes are enough. Enough to the other that for now everything was alright. Because he was here. He was here for me.

But even he isn't enough to close the gaping black hole within me.

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VKOOK BITCHES