Taehyung's POV.

The sound of chatter creeps into the room as I awake that morning.

The sun is pulling itself up from its bed, it's golden milk spilling lazily against the floorboards sending a wave of fatigue against me as I stumbled to my feet, drawing open the curtains. The darkness that had loitered nearby shrieked, scattering away.

A smile begins to tug at my lips as I made my way down the stairs and towards the kitchen where the other members are, huddled around the large dinning table with grins on their face as they ate.

But the moment I step foot in the room, the taking is ceased. The laughter dies away. The smiles are wiped from everyone's face, replaced with an irritated frown.

"Morning!"

My welcome is not returned other than a sigh and grumbles as everyone returned to their breakfast. I notice that now no one talks, other than keeping their eyes fixed onto their plates.

I take note of the six chairs set up at the table. As usual.

It was normal for the members to have only six chairs around the table. I would pull up a chair from my room when I arrived, not that they really cared.

But I guess it hurt though. It hurt to know that the people you believed were family couldn't care less about you.

With a heavy sigh, I pull open the pantry door, grabbing the box of cereal. For some reason there was never enough food for the seven us.

Just enough for six.

And six only.

I seated myself next to Jimin, who shifted uncomfortably, a heavy scowl lining his lips.

"So how's everybody going?"

No one replies.

It was the usual. I would ask a question and I would either be ignored or be snapped at. Yet my desperation to start a conversation rather than sit in silence had always won out in the end.

"What are we doing today again?"I asked out loud, grinning at everyone,"If we're practicing the same - "

"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?"

I flinched, hanging my head as I nodded wordlessly. His shout had terrified me and the rebellious part of me was begging to snap back, yet I was bound to agree with him or face the wrath of the others.

Yoongi threw me another irritated glare, his fists still clenched after his outburst. The air around us seemed to have grown even more awkward.

"I'm sorry Yoongi hyung."I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

He snorted, rolling his eyes as he stood up from the table,"Whatever. Fuck this shit anyway, I'm out. I'll be at the van when you're done."

And he leaves, his footsteps echoing in the hallways before disappearing completely.

Jimin rounds on me the moment Yoongi is out the door, his eyes flaming and spitting with fire. He leapt to his feet, shoving me into the wall. A wave of pain runs down my back, but I bite my tongue afraid that if I made any noise or sound of protest I would only be yelled at even more.

"God job you idiot!"he snarled, his fingers clasping my collar, my toes hovering from the floor,"Well fucking done."

Before I knew it, he's thrown me.

All I see is the other members face, all of them grinning as the watched me soar through the air, before I slammed my back against the wall, my head jerking backwards and hitting the surface with immense force.

I whimpered in pain, tears obscuring my vision as my hands flew to my head.

Above me, the members laugh, sneering down at me.

"So fucking pathetic."

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I have to admit that I am srlsy not happy with this chapter. My writing is really shitty in this, like seriously. I was just really hurried to get at least one chapter out there. So I'm really sorry if this is shit like I how believe it is.

I'll try and make next one better! ;-)