Taehyung's POV.

One, two, three, four, fight, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

My head is bowed as I watched my feet which are screaming in protest. It is half past one in the morning and I am still cooped up in the dance room trying to perfect my moves for when the members who would arrive in a couple of hours.

But I simply can't do it.

I am tried. Too tried.

My eyes are struggling to stay open. My muscles are aching. My mouth is dry. My feet are screeching in agony.

I want to sleep. And never wake up. Ever.

But I can't.

I know I can't.

Because I would only continue to let down the only people I could call family. Let down the people whom I trusted and loved with all my heart.

My steps are sluggish, moves increasingly slow. The music around me seems to be much faster than usual and my vision is beginning to become blurry.

One, two, three, four, fight, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Why couldn't I do it right? I've done it before. Countless times. Yet why, now, could I not master the simple move?

Maybe because you're tired as fuck, you dumbshit.

I ignore V, closing my eyes as I breathed out through my nose, trying to recollect my thoughts. But it is  simply impossible.

My thoughts are scattered.

All of them jeer at me. Taunt me.

Trying to distract me.

But I can't pay attention to any of that. I really couldn't.

Because the tips of my vision where dulling into a deadly black. A black that spreads over the white. The white of the room.

Black swept over the mirrors. Over the seats. Over the walls.

Until everything was gone. Until everything was black.

Just black.

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"The fuck? Is he dead?"

"Dunno, how cares anyway?"

"The fuck happened to him?"

"Apparently he died."

"Oh, okay."

"Let's wake him up!"

"But he's dead."

"Shut the fuck up. Hurry up and wake the bitch up."

"Watch you're language, you fucking horse."

"Fuck off turtle."

"The fuck did you call me?"

"Shut the hell up both of you!"

"Hurry and wake him up! We have fucking practice!"

"But he's dead!"

"Can you please shut the fuck up Jimin?"

"Hey! I'm your hyung!"

"I don't fucking care."

I groaned, feeling pain all over my body as I pulled myself. The talking stops and everyone's eyes snap towards me. My side is throbbing from having slept on it the entire time and my feet are purple and blue. My head is pounding and my face is still caked in blood from Namjoon's punch.

"Who said that you could go to sleep?"Hoseok snarled, his eyes narrowing down at me.

I quiver under his glare,"I'm s-sorry."

"Is that all you can say?"

I stayed silent, not knowing what to say.

He scoffed, rising to his feet as he muttered,"Fucking pathetic."

The members do not look me as they follow Hoseok to drop off their belongings.

I grimaced as I try and stand up.

I push my knees up in attempt to straightened my body but my feet give out under me and I fall to the fall with a crash. I hear a member say 'what the hell was that', but yet no one comes to check on me.

They don't care about you. V says in delight. They want you dead. You heard them, they don't care if you're dead.

My vision blurs as I hear V's words, however I refuse to let any of them fall.

I closed my eyes, reaching and grabbing the silver [A/N: Spoon ;) ] bar above me to help me raise myself. It is still painful however I can stand properly now.

I am afraid however that if I let go of the bar, I will fall.

And I am right.

I hesitantly remove my hands from the object and I find myself tumbling to the ground, knees hitting the floor first, my body following. I cry out in pain, rubbing my elbows from the shock of being hit so abruptly on the floor to.

Tears flood down my cheeks as I try and control my sobs.

Get up. V snaps.

And for some reason I listen. For some reason I reach out once again, my hand shaking as I gripped the bar and pulled myself up. For some reason when I let go, I can stand, wobbling maybe, but I am standing.

"Thank you."I mumbled.

V only scoffs.

I can hear the sounds of the members making their way to where I am, talking between themselves. I glance down at feet, the blue and purple meshing and melting into each other. Would I be able to dance on them?

"Get into your positions."

I keep my head bowed as I moved to my place. The pain is unbearable. It is as if someone is repeatedly stabbing at my feet. Tears collect at my eyes from every step, and I refrain from shouting.

Hoseok slams his shoulder into mine as he walks past with more force than necessary. I stagger to the side, transferring all my weight onto my right leg and I can feel it wobble dangerously underneath me.

I swallowed thickly, standing straight as I look at myself in the mirror.

One, two, three, four, fight, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

I can do this. Concentrate Taehyung.

Step out. Right. Back. Turn. [A/N: I made this shit up fyi]

My eyes are fixed determinedly at that mirror, making sure that I didn't make any mistakes. Every move would have my whole body following on. Beads of sweat collected at my forehead, dripping towards my chin.

Then suddenly a sense of calmness washes over.

I don't know what came over me.

It's as a blanket of something magical maybe wraps around me, giving off a sense of comfort.

I am everywhere.

And I am smiling.

For some reason I am enjoying this despite the pain from my feet. I am enjoying the shocked looks on the members faces as I throw out my best moves, perfecting everything.

But what surprises me is Jungkook.

He is smiling too. A proud smile.

As if he too can feel the joy radiating off me.

But I don't care at the moment. I don't care if Hoseok tells me that my dancing was terrible because I know he is wrong. That is the best I have ever danced.

And he knew it.

Hoseok is watching me, mouth hanging open, eyes wide and hands limp at his sides.

The music comes to a stop and so do I, adrenaline slowly fading from my body but my wide grin remains. It had been a long time since I had smiled.

"Good."he grunts, seeming disgruntled that I actually had done well,"You could work on the turns though. It would be easier if you used your right foot for that so you could get into the next position faster."

Jungkook rolls his eyes, a frown playing on his lips but as he soon as he sees me watching him, he glares.

"Thanks Hobi."I mumbled.

I can't help but feel grateful that Hoseok had spent his time and effort to make me dance this well, and for that I should, no must thank him.

Hoseok tenses, momentarily shocked at the use of his nickname.,"What did you call me?"

Their is no anger in his voice just shock.

"H-Hobi..."

He blinks, shaking his head, clearing his throat,"Oh. Okay...you c-can take the day off. You've done well."

It is now my turn to be surprised by his decision but I recover quickly before he changes his mind.

"Thank you."I grinned, displaying my boxy smile.

I hurry to collect my belongings as I disappear past the white double doors, leaving the others in absolute silence.