You ppl want some vkook fluff?

Btw u guys can figure whether the italic is either Tae's thoughts or V speaking, right?

Taehyung's POV.

We are sitting on my bed, shoulder and knees brushing against each other.

A comfortable silence hangs around us as we simply loiter in our own thoughts.

The members have stayed clear from our paths for the last few days, throwing dirty glares at the both of us.

Jungkook however seemed completely unaffected from the rather obvious looks of distaste he was getting.

In all honesty he seemed amused.

A part of me envies his confidence stance that he throws up whenever one of the members dare to push him over the line. Then a part of me pities the clueless boy who had just practically ruined his entire career by siding with the me.

But for now I will not fall for his charming personality nor his adorable bunny smiles.

I had my own walls. Walls that I had built so high that it was swallowed by the cloud. Walls that were meters high, impossible to break through.

Because Jungkook could easily leave again, just like that, he could disappear.

I knew that he would.

No one would want to be stuck with the freak of the group anyway. I understood that but it still didn't hurt any less.

Damn right. V snickers.

I can't help but question V's existence. I already had six, well now five but I couldn't be so sure, people to make my life living hell so why, why was the mysterious voice in my head doing so as well?

I know that V can hear my internal thoughts so I am surprised when he stays silent.

"Taehyungie?"

I can feel my cheeks flush at the sound of my name on his lips, and I quickly glance down at my knees.

"Y-Yes?"

Jungkook coos as he tilts my chin upwards to meet his gaze with his index finger,"Awww, you look so cute when you're blushing."

My cheeks are practically flaming by now, and even as he removes his finger from my chin, I can feel them ghosting over my skin.

This is all an act. This is not real. He doesn't mean any of this.

I sigh deeply, and I slowly push myself further away from him. His lips curl downwards as he spots my movement, eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.

He doesn't say anything though, other than pursing his lips and looking away. A flash of hurt is displayed lightly against his eyes but it is gone before I can confirm what I had seen, instead replaced with an emotionless look.

Guilt tugs at my heartstrings at his dejected expression but I remind myself that what I am doing will help me in the future.

Selfish.

"You don't need to do that you know."he says gently.

I don't like this. I don't like the feeling of warmth and even something relative to spark, travelling over my chest.

I tilt my head to the side, eyebrows pinching together lightly,"W-What?"

My eyes flicker down to his fist, a relieved sigh leaving my lips as I notice that it is not clenched tightly.

The members absolutely hated it if I asked questions [A/N: Harry Potter anyone?] and the punishment for doing so was usually a sharp upper cut to the jaw.

His eyes capture mine as soon as I look back at him, the skin around them crinkling lightly as he smiles,"Don't push me away Tae. I'm here for you. I'm here to stay. Promise."

I can't help the words that tumble from my mouth next.

"Then why did you leave before?"

There is a heavy silence over us now and my eyes widen as I realise what I had just said. My hands slap over my mouth, throwing myself to the floor as I curl into a ball, pulling my knees to my chest.

My heart thuds rapidly against my chest, palms suddenly moistened and spine shivering in fear

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"I cry, scrambling to the corner of the room, slight nostalgia thrumming in my veins as I distinctly remember the exact event happening in my bedroom in which Jimin had walked in.

"P-Please don't hit me."I whimper pathetically, hangs caged around my head and knees pushed to my chest.

Silence.

Just like last time, there is a deafening silence.

There is no sniffles. No crying. Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Minutes pass by and still nothing happens. I raise my head meekly from the nest created by my arms.

And there he is. Watching me with sad eyes, lips curved into a pitiful smile.

His eyes are wet with tears. Tears that are held back. Held back with crumbling determination.

"Taehyung."he whispers, his voice cradled by the soft wind blowing from the open window.

And I can feel it.

I can feel the walls I had built. Built so high. Higher than any man could ever reach.

Breaking.

Slowly. Slowly the fell.

Large cracks wind into the bricks, like long hands reaching out and ripping them from existence. Hands that peeled and pulled away every layer.

And before I know it, I'm being pulled into strong arms and carried.

I don't care even.

Because there is burning in my chest. A terrible fire that shrieks as it bites down, sinking it's blood, red teeth into me.

Hot tears fall from my lashes, hitting the soft fabric of my blue shirt.

Baby blue.

So innocent.

So unlike me.

The wind is howling in my ears, pulling at my clothes until it is in shreds.

The cold is biting at my skin, dragging me into a world of icy black.

The arms around me are pulling me closer, until I am pressed firmly against a surprisingly comfortable chest.

Words are muttered into my ear, gently. Words that tug my lips upwards. Words that caress me softly, running hands through my hair.

And then slowly. As if the person beside me is some sort of repellent against the shrieking in my mind, it ebbs away.

Slowly the winds melt into a soft mewl, brushing feebly against me as a mother would do to a child.

Slowly the tongues of flaming fire retreat, slithering into piles of blackened ashes.

Lips flutter against the skin of my forehead, pressing down lightly.

The cold is gone. The winds have hushed. The fires have died.

And now everything is haze of black, blotches of colour occasionally blooming across the canvas.

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So what do you think? Cringe af or absolute shit? You pick ;)