Sorry for not updating in forever, I just feel like that not many ppl really enjoy this book.

Taehyung's POV.

The air is heavy around us as I stand between the two.

Baekhyun is watching Jungkook through narrowed eyes, lips pursed and arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"And you must be the famous Jungkook."Baekhyun drawls.

Jungkook grits his teeth, eyes hardened as he glares back at him with equal amount of hate, "Yes."

"Well I'm not going to lie and say that it's a pleasure meeting you. Because that would be just fucking hilarious."

"Hyung!"I call out warningly, raising my eyebrows at him.

His clipped gaze falls on me, a lazy smile curving at his lips as he shrugs, "Just staring the facts my dude."

My eyes flicker down to Jungkook's clenched fist that seemed to be increasingly closer to striking the bottom of the other's jaw.

"Uh!"I say hurriedly, gripping Jungkook's bicep lightly with my hand, pressing down slightly, "So what are we doing hyung?"

"Movies. Bought two tickets for the latest adventure movie that came out like two days ago. Starring my man Dwayne Johnson."he winks.

I notice how he expresses the word 'two' as he speaks, eyes cold as they land on the bristling maknae.

"You'll have to buy your own when we get there. I'm so sorry."he adds to Jungkook, voice sickly sweet.

"Is that okay?"I ask, tugging lightly on Jungkook's sleeve.

The black haired boy looks down, eyes lit with burning hate that soften considerably as he gazes at me.

"It's alright."he mumbles, lips curving down.

I can sense Jungkook's discomfort as Baekhyun continues to glare at the boy, so I thread my fingers with his, smiling gently as I rub his knuckle with the pad of my thumb.

His brown orbs widen lightly at the small gesture, and I can feel him tense in my hold. A frown is playing on his lips as he eyes our intertwined hands.

Of course, he wouldn't want to hold hands with someone like you. V smirks.

My chest feels heavy at his words and I quickly drop my hand to my side, eyes slightly teary.

He hates you. This is fake. Wait till he dumps your ugly ass.

But suddenly a hand is enclosed in mine, slender fingers threading themselves through mine and squeezing lightly.

My eyes widen in disbelief as I raised my head to meet his smiling eyes.

We are interrupted by Baekhyun clearing his throat louder than necessary, eyes narrowed down at our hands, "C'mon let's go."

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I shift my mask further up my nose, sliding into the seat beside Baekhyun who throws me a wide grin.

"Where's pretty boy?"

I roll my eyes, "Getting his tickets."

He snorts, facing the large theatre screen, fiddling mindlessly with the 3D glasses in his hand.

"You know you don't have to be so rude to him, hyung?"

"He hurt you Tae."he deadpans, eyes suddenly hardening, "The fucker deserves everything he's getting. And more."

Before I can reply there is a sudden presence beside me, warm breath fanning across my neck.

"Hey."

Jungkook is watching me with soft eyes as I turn to face him, lips lifted in a gentle smile.

"Hi."

"Back off Jeon."a voice suddenly snarls from behind me, "You're standing way too close."

Baekhyun is glaring at the small gap between us, eyes alight with a burning hate.

"I'm sitting down, not standing."Jungkook drawls, leaning back and extending his legs as he faces the screen.

"You know what I mean smartass."

"No I don't."he scoffs, "Enlighten me."

I can see the veins in Baekhyun's neck pulsing as he clenches his fists against the arm seats.

"Hey guys!"I intervene as Baekhyun makes a move to raise his fist, "The movie is starting! Be quiet!"

"Yeah, shut up Jeon."

"You too hyung."

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To say the entire outing was a disaster was a complete and utter understatement.

The movie had been fairly bearable with the two too entranced with what was actually on the screen than the other's neck.

But the moment we had stepped out of the theatre they had began their string of insults, never ceasing to add in snide comments on how the other ate or how weirdly the other walked. 

So I was extremely glad to bid goodbye to Baekhyun as we stood at the dorm door, the two on either side of me.

Jungkook was leaning against the wall, face darkened in displeasure and one foot tapping impatiently against the carpet as he glanced rather obviously at the non-existent watch on his wrist.

"Till next time, my dude."Baekhyun says as he pulls away from the hug.

"Till next time."

He smiles before leaning down and whispering into my ear, "If any of your members pull anything nasty on you, call me so I can kick their ass, okay?"

I laugh, "Thanks hyung, but I think I've got it for a now."

He throws me another cautious grin, eyes widened in concern, "You sure? I haven't punched someone in like a month and that Jungkook guy sure looks tempting."

"I'm good, hyung."

He raises a doubtful eyebrow, "Alright but the offer is still up."

I snicker, pushing him lightly and he throws me a distasteful look over his shoulder as his makes his way down the corridor.

"Bye Taehyungie!"

"Bye Baekhyun hyung!"

The goofy smile plays on my lips as I turn around, facing Jungkook who seems increasingly disgruntled, already shoving open the door and halfway in the dorm.

"Hey!"I call out, scrambling to the door before it was slammed shut, "Wait up!"

Jungkook continues to glare at me as I slip into the dorm, eyebrows pinched together and lips pulled back into a displeased scowl.

"What?"he grunts.

He doesn't want you here. He hates you.

My heart clenches painfully at his words, fingers trembling lightly as I look up at the disgruntled member before me.

"I was wondering if you were - "

I am cut off as Jimin appears from behind the door, a rather put off expression on his features as his eyes drift down to the close proximity of Jungkook and I.

"You're back."he states blandly, eyes narrowing at the distance between the two of us, a flicker of irritation dancing in his dark eyes.

"Yes?"

His eyes snap to mine, lips curving backwards, "Why?"

Confusion hits me as I furrow my eyebrows, tilting my head to the side as I throw the boy a bemused look, "What?"

He snorts, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Why are you back? No one really wants you here anyway. Did you think that hanging out with Jungkook would make you a part of them team?"

His words, as truthful as they were, are like knives digging into my gut, an awakening call to the fact that my very existence was surely not accepted.

But yet, I close and open my mouth, in loss at words, eyes darting helplessly to the indifferent maknae who rests against the wall, lips straightened into a thin line and features devoid of any emotion.

See! V cackles in delight, pleasure oozing from his tone. I told you it was all an act. He doesn't really like you. This was all just a prank, and you're the idiot who fell for it.

"I mean, even the thought of you being a part of this group is laughable." Jimin continues, "You're absolutely useless. Honestly what were they thinking signing you up to Bangtan? They were probably drunk, I guess."

And yet Jungkook makes no move to disagree nor agree with the older who is still spitting insults, boredom lining his dark orbs.

I want to yell, press my hands against my ears and shut him out. Shut them out. Shut everyone out.

I hate this.

I hate being the weak one. The vulnerable one.

The useless one.

I hate Kim Taehyung.

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Shitty chapter Ik.