Taehyung's POV.

He's uncomfortable.

His cheeks are flushed an adorable red, hands twisting nervously in his lap and eyes far from mine.

My eyes zone in on his bottom lip that is tucked neatly under his bunny-like teeth that I had been rather fond of, an unreasonable sudden urge to mould my lips with his, squirming at my gut.

Jungkook's confession the night before remains bold in my mind, his ears skimming over the shell of my ear, fingers dancing across the exposed skin of my hip.

I shiver, his touches still clear as light against my skin.

I love you.

It wasn't possible.

Maybe he was just caught in the midst of things?

Maybe he meant he loved me as a friend?

Maybe he wasn't even thinking properly in the first place?

Maybe this was one of his many tricks that I would be naive enough to fall into?

For it wasn't normal, nor reasonable to fall in love with someone like me.

Who would love me?

My parents left me, disgusted at the sight of such child, abandoning me in this streets, the strange smells and noises too much for a baby.

The members hated me, for I was simply a burden and disturbance in their steady rise to fame.

ARMY...

Even them. [WE LOVE U TAE STFU]

I'm not deaf to the whispers of the fandom, the snickers of alien and oddness in my personality blooming against the pages of hearts all meant for the members but me.

I was strange.

They weren't wrong.

I didn't deserve a place on this earth.

I was an alien. A freak.

A useless piece of trash.

"Tae?"

It's Jungkook sweet voice that pulls me out of my self hate, eyebrows pinched in concern as he edges closer to me.

My breath hitches as our fingers brush against each other, eyes locking with the other.

"Y-Yes?"

He purses his lips, dark orbs seeming to peel away my masks as if inspecting me closely.

I want to squirm under his steady gaze, unravelling me from my clenched frame, pulling away the threads of strings.

His voice is cold and firm as he speaks, eyes darkening.

"Show me them."

Fear clutches at my heart, mind darting to my scared arms.

Disgust at myself strikes a deep chord within me, the ugly slashes worsening my already dishevelled state.

So instead I play dumb, voice cracking as I inch away from the increasingly furious maknae, "W-What?"

An enraged huff falls from his lips and his long fingers reach out, pulling me roughly into his lap, lips pulled back in a sinister frown.

If I wasn't terrified for the upcoming events, I would've been blushing at the close proximity of our bodies.

His fingers dancing across my hips, as we gaze unblinkingly at each other, the air around us freezing.

Fingertips meet my bare skin, the slightest of pressure applied against my hip.

I gasp, bucking in his hold as his hands rest firmly on my bare skin, under my shirt.

The action is worse, our position where I am straddling him being a horrible place to buck unconsciously.

A low groan falls from his lips, dark orbs darkening, eyes hooded with want. With need.

"Don't play dumb Tae."he murmurs, tone husky and low.

I want to pull myself away from him, rip my body away.

But I can't.

There was some pull. Some magnetic pull that attracted me to him, dragging me towards the unnaturally handsome man.

And I wasn't whether I hated it or loved it.

I bend my gaze from his reprimanding look, eyes fluttering close as I speak, "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

I can't see his expression from my position, the hair on my skin prickling up in tension as the silence around us thickens.

A slender finger brushes against my chin, tilting it upwards until I am gazing into his dark eyes.

"I think you do."

My sleeves are suddenly ripped down, scarred arms revealed to the world, the cuts and bruises hissing at the onslaught of light.

A shocked gasp falls from my lips at the younger's actions, the reality that the maknae knew my dirty secret, yet to sink in.

His mouth hangs open, eyes widened in disbelief and disappointment, hands limp at his sides.

I want to cry, hit my balled fists against his chest with distaste at his rash action, furious at the revelation of my dark shadows.

"Taehyung..."

My name freeze mid air, hanging cautiously, afraid of its boundaries.

Disgust fills me.

I was so ugly. So, so ugly.

And yet, the world would do anything to make me even more uglier, if possible.

But it wasn't anyone's fault this time.

For this time, it was my own fault.

My own fault for ruining what had already been ruined.

For darkening the blackened colours on the canvas.

For roughening the bold black lines on the disfigured paper.

He only stares at me, various emotions swimming in those dark orbs that I treasured.

I notice that he's inched further away, hands that had once rested at my skin now centimetres away from my body.

He thinks I'm repulsive. 

He's not wrong. V whispers.

If I had been in a better sense of a mind, I may have questioned V's sudden turn of quietness but at the moment Jungkook was all I cared about. Jungkook and what he thought of me.

And he was disgusted with me.

I rise from his lap, vision blurring as I swallow back sobs, my long legs scrambling to the door, his disappointed expression bold in my mind as I run out of the room.

Tears flood from my eyes, cheeks moist with liquid and throat raw from unearthly sounds.

What hurt most however, was the timid beating of my red organ, that squeezes painfully, almost regretfully.

For the room remained in heavy silence even as I slammed the door behind me.

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Oooh Kook didn't run after Tae >.<

This update was for Yoongi's birthday! I'm so sorry for not updating in a long time! Hope you enjoyed it!! <33