Taehyung's POV.

The night is cold, bitting at my skin.

The wind hisses at my frame, strong hands grabbing at me, tossing me in the air. My cheeks are dry with tears, the taste of salt still mingling in my mouth.

Another howl emits from the wind around, tossing my hair and striking at my cold cheeks.

I cradle my body closer, long arms caging my knees to my chest in a pathetic way to conserve body heat.

I scold myself for rashly running from the apartment in simply a pair of ripped jeans and a thin, oversized hoodie.

Idiot. V snaps.

He seems to be worrying however, my uneven breathing triggering his senses.

Find shelter dipshit. You don't want to freeze to death. He prods.

I smile weakly, rising to my feet with shaking knees, a bony hand snapping to the rough brick wall, sharp intakes of breath falling from my chapped lips.

The weight of my body is almost too much for my feet, the act of simply standing draining my energy.

And in all honesty I don't care.

I don't care if I freeze to death, one with the wind.

I don't care if I rot on the cracked cement.

Who would cry? Who would mourn my loss?

It's almost pitiful at the blank space of answers, the thought of someone sobbing over my death amusing.

It's selfish of me, to inflict pain upon another from my disappearance. To yearn the pain of another.

It's selfish of me to burden someone with the caring for me.

That was all I knew.

To be a burden.

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I return to the dorm at the break of dawn,scared arms clutching at the black fabric, drawing it closer to my body.

The dorm is blanketed in an eerie silence, hissing as I enter its premise. It's as if blackened hands are gripping at my body, flinging me from the carpet, enraged screams ringing through the air.

I can't sleep that night.

The maknae's horrified expression imprinted against my mind, side remarks slipping through the barriers and dancing with glee.

disgusting.

I toss and turn, the bed a pit of thorns that dig at my stomach, taunting me with its shifting pricks.

My mind is a mess of screaming voices, reminding me of how worthless I really was, a never ending call in the raging sea.

"Taehyung!"

Namjoon's yell startles from my room of pitch black, thunder bolting against the door, the room shivering in his way.

"Open up!"

I don't argue, ignoring the disapproval of my body as I stumble to my feet, muscles groaning with discomfort as my bones pop from sudden movement.

Quivering hands reach for the metallic doorknob, ghosting over the reflecting steel.

"We have dance practice today. Be ready in five."

His voice is low and quiet, eyes far from mine as if the sight of me disgusted him.

"Oh."I rasp, hoarsely, "Thank you."

His lips flatten into a thin line, dark orbs flickering to my arms, darkening considerably as he nods, murmuring a soft 'it's okay' before disappearing down the stairs.

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I determinedly avoid Jungkook, squeezing beside Jimin in the van earning curious glares and a sharp pinch to my side but nothing much worse.

The maknae seemed slightly hurt, eyes blotchy and red as if he had previously been bawling. He had made several attempts to capture my attention, all successful yet brushed off carelessly as if I had not seen his desperate pleads for me to listen.

It's only when Hoseok had decided that the choreography was enough to pass his standards, careful to not leave out snide comments on how terrible I was compared to the rest of the group, did the younger successfully hold my complete and utter attention.

"Hyung!"

The members throw Jungkook inquiring looks as they trickle out of the dance room, lips pursed in distaste as he latches a large hand around my elbow, tugging me to his chest.

My heart stammers, the close proximity of our bodies allowing my cheeks to flush a deep red, my legs staggering backwards. He holds tight though, refusing to allow me to back off.

"Jungkook."I say, tone low and quivering, "L-Let me go."

I am fearful of his words, afraid of rejection.

Pathetic.

His hold never loosens, instead tightening it, strong arms slinging around my waists and pulling me in until my face is buried in his chest, his heartbeat the gentle soothe of the waves, his chin resting upon my hair.

I squirm in his hold, the warmth of his body providing catching me off guard for it is not something I am accustomed to.

"Tae..."he whispers against my hair, his lips sending gentle vibrations over my scalp.

"I will never let you go."

Lies.

I smile against the thin material of his shirt, relishing in the comfort i was experiencing.

"I'm sorry."he chokes out, his body lurching lightly, regret lacing his words.

I am shocked at the sincerity in his tones, the beliefs of his kindness being simply an act, stuttering.

"I should've been t-there for you...you don't deserve this..."

He's crying, his tears dampening my hair, body quivering in my hold.

I hesitate, instinct urging me to wrap my arms around him and murmur words of comfort but I am afraid that he will not approve of such intimate actions.

Just do it you wimp. V snaps, impatiently.

V speaks as if he is tired of anticipating the events that will fold out, desperate for action.

I close my eyes, gut wrenching with doubt, my mind deciding to take V's words to heart as I lift my shaking arms, folding them gently over his back.

His body immediately reacts to my movement, shifting so my arms wrap around his neck, his snaking over my waist, his head snuggled into the crook of my neck, shielding his tear streaked face from sight.

My breathing halts, eyes widening in disbelief at our compromising position. It is only then do I notice the deserted dance room, the members devoid of sight, seeming to have disappeared.

And so, with the closed off room to ourselves, our emotions a mess of splayed paint across the faded canvas, I allow myself to unravel in his arms.

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