Taehyung's POV.

A deafening silence echos around the studio.

It's Jimin.

He's sprawled against the floorboards in exaggerated pain, legs tucked neatly underneath him as he clutches his elbow, face contorted into immense hurt.

"Oh my god."he groans, squeezing his eyes shut and gasping for air as he rubs the bone of his elbow.

I notice that the small puddle of water is a good couple of metres away from his fallen limbs, the orange haired boy seeming to have fallen without the aid of any liquid.

However, his story proves my thoughts wrong as he fixes me with an accusing glare, a finger outstretched as if quivers lightly airborne.

"You."he snarls, "You stood there long enough to create a mess, knowing that I'd move there for my next position!"

The members faces transfer from disbelieving to angered in a matter of seconds, heads nodding firmly at the truthful piece of information from the distressed male below them.

I stare openly at the oldest of the maknae line, heart strumming loudly as I fall to my knees beside him, hands brushing against his elbow.

You hurt him. V accuses. You hurt your best friend. You ruin everything.

Tears form at my eyes, the fact that I had been the cause of my best friend's pain digging roughly at my gut.

"I'm so sorry."I whisper, voice trembling, fingers caressing the pale skin, "Does this hurt? Do you need anything? I'm so so s-sorry - "

"Get away from me!"he shrieks, shoving my body away.

I am taken aback at the strength of the push, hip joining the floor, pain striking my side as I swallow back a gasp, tears brimming at my eyes.

"Hey! Watch it!"

Loud footsteps make their way beside me, strong hands gripping under my armpits as I am lifted tenderly from the floorboards, back resting against a hard chest.

Jungkook's lips brush over my ear as he runs gentle fingers down my side, "You okay?"

Blood thumps in my ears, a pink hue dusting my cheeks as I nod meekly, restraining a flinch as he applies the slightest of pressure against my hip.

"You don't need to fake your pity, Jungkook."Hoseok's loud voice travels across the room from where he is standing, a heavy scowl tugging at his lips.

His grip around my waists tightens, fingers digging into the tender flesh of my hips as he growls lowly.

Tears sting at my eyes as I bite my lip, afraid to release the cry of pain from the dark haired boy's harsh grip.

"I'm not faking anything."

Hoseok raises a disbelieving eyebrow, a scoff falling from his lips, "Don't lie to yourself Jungkook. We know you well."

If I had thought that his grip hadn't pained before, it certainly did now, shirt fisted in his hands and nails scratching against my hip.

"You don't know anything about me!"

I flinch at the volume of his words, the boy behind me seeming to have not noticed.

"Stop it Jungkook!"Jin suddenly shouts out, eyebrows pinched together in concern as he rushed towards me, "You're hurting him!"

Gentle hands suddenly pull me away from Jungkook's embrace and I find myself wrapped in Jin's arms.

"What the fuck?"Namjoon shouts, eyes bulging slightly as he eyes Jin and I.

Jin holds me protectively to his chest, warm hands tussling my hair ever so gently. He's smiling at me. however his eyes are flaring with restrained anger.

"I'm sorry."he murmurs, lips tugged down, "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

Pain swirls in his dark orbs, a strained smile playing on his lips before he looks up at the members, lips set in a thin line.

It's the sorrow and despair that lingers in his forlorn expression that tugs at me heartstrings, encouraging me to untangle myself from his comforting hold.

I'm not blind to see the obvious adoration stringing at the leader and oldest, a steady thump of beat that ever so slowly deteriorates.

It's me.

I am the issue.

I am the boulder blocking the flow the river. I am the clouds shifting over the sun.

I am the door closing to an endless love.

I am a failure. A burden. A nuisance.

My pain is worth it. My pain is nothing compared to theirs.

My pain is fate extending it's arms of karma.

My tears are nothing. My sweat is nothing. My blood is nothing.

My blood, sweat and tears, take it all.

Kill me softly.

[A/N: Lmao the last bit was random]

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I can't breathe.

The simple act sparks unbearable pain. Like a fire hissing at my skin, fingertips brushing over the scarred skin with a sinister smirk.

Minutes had it taken for chaos to burst across the small studio, fists flying in the air and shouts slithering under doors.

Minutes had it taken for my body to be thrown across the floorboards, blood unknown whether mine or member's speckled against the brown.

And just for a few simple sentences.

Sentences that even now as I lay, hisses at my ear, shrieking at my bruised skin.

Don't touch me.

It's my voice. Not the members. Not V. Me.

I never liked you. Get away from me! You're a disturbance to me!

"Stop."I breathe, tears prickling at my eyes for the pain of speaking or the remorse that digs at my gut, I am not sure, "Please stop."

I was perfectly fine, couldn't you see? Or are you too blind?

"No...that's not true."

God, I hate you, you worthless retard.

"STOP!"

Feet are hurrying over carpet, strong arms cradling me gently, whispers snaking into my ears as I am moulded  into a hard chest.

Tears stream down my cheeks, trails of silver misery painted against my cheeks paired with stabs of chokes emitting from throat.

"It's okay." No it's not.

"I'm here for you." Forever?

"I got you." Do you really?

Its not true. A cloud of misunderstanding that hinders my vision.

But I allow myself to believe it in desperation of something, anything going the right way.

"I love you."

Impossible.

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If you didn't understand what happened imma just explain it rn. 

So Tae knew that Namjin had some shit going on (duh bro) and like he felt bad cuz Jin was on his side, and against the thought of him getting hurt while our dude RM is like 'nah let him die' and shit. 

So Tae feels guilty that he's getting between them and says some rude af shit to Jin, so Jin won't like him and side with Namjoon. Aaand he kinda got beaten up for saying that. Ye, ur welocome!

Aaaand a sudden confession at the end. Seriously out of the blue, but eh whatever. Wattpad lives on drama so why the fuck not?