Taehyung's POV.

"I-I'm sorry."

Jimin is quick to rush to my side, hushing me as he pulled me into his arms, patting my head. Yoongi stands behind him, concern for me definite in his eyes. Both their care for me warms my heart, but I feel a twinge of guilt. I must be such a burden.

I had already pestered Jimin with the problem of my relationship, and had taken refuge at his house many times.

I was so fucking weak.

Another reason why Jungkook would never want me. There is absolute silence, other than my sniffles, as I try and pull myself together.

I hesitantly lift my head to meet Jin's guilty stare.

"I'm sorry."I cried,"I'm so s-sorry."

Yoongi is the first to speak.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Tae. It's this jackass who's going to be sorry."he snapped, cracking his knuckles threateningly at Jungkook and even begins to take a menacing step forwards until Namjoon places a hand on his shoulder and sends him a warning look.

Jin is in tears now, muttering sentences  that where based on how he was somehow utterly disappointed that he had not fulfilled his job of taking care of his children.

Namjoon is staring between Jin and Jungkook before sighing and pulling his boyfriend into a hug, kissing the top of his forehead and mumbling something incoherent.

They pull away as Jungkook shifts uncomfortably, their eyes narrowed down at the boy.

"Tae?"piped up Hoseok, wiping blood from his face with the sleeve of his T-shirt as he looks at me with an almost maniac grin,"Tell me exactly what when down between you two? How much did this asshole fuck up?"

Jimin shouts in protest,"What the fuck, Hobi!"

Hoseok shrugs, the crazy smile still present on his face,"What's the big deal anyway? Don't you understand Taehyung, Jungkook doesn't love you anymore! Heck, he never loved you in the first place! Can't you see that or are you too fucking blind? Let's get it straight, shall we?"

With bleary eyes I quickly look up at Jungkook, hoping. Wishing. Pleading that he would say something. Do something. Anything. Just to prove that all Hoseok is saying is wrong.

That he really did love me, and still does.

But he doesn't do any of the sort, instead his face remains emotionless, even indifferent. A pathetic whimper falls from my lips, and I dig my nails into my palms to try and stop the flood of tears running down my cheeks.

"Jungkook doesn't love you. Never did. Never will."he repeats.

He doesn't love me. He hates me. He doesn't want me. He believes I am a burden. He thinks I am pathetic.

Negative thoughts begin to run in my mind, but it is stopped by a sickening crack that echos through the air around us.

Jimin had punched Hoseok.

Hard.

Hoseok falls from the impact, his elbows slamming onto the rough pavement below him before they give out too and he is left sprawled on the floor.

No one volunteers to help him up, staring at him with complete repulse. Yet the boy still grins up at us from his place at the floor, the crazy glint in his eyes still present. He's seems completely unabashed by Jimin's swing. In all honesty it seems as if he had actually enjoyed being punched.

Before me Yoongi shakes his head, muttering,"Fucking mental."

Hoseok lets out a bark like laugh, apparently having heard Yoongi,"Mental am I? Maybe? Or just crazily in love?"

My eyes brows furrowed, as I temporarily forget the ache in my heart from Jungkook not denying his loss of love for me. What did Hoseok mean? Where was he getting at?

But before I could question why, Jimin and Jin is dragging away me from the scene as Yoongi pounces on Hoseok, his fists raised. All I see is his rapid punches at Hoseok, and Namjoon quickly pulling away him away from the helpless boy.

But I don't see Jungkook.

I don't see his face that is full of guilt and regret. And I don't see him run down the streets, the darkness around him swallowing him whole.