Hey guys, this is my first fanfic story on BTS so pls don't judge too hard! Anyway hope u enjoy! VKOOK 4EVER!!!

P.S. Don't they just look cute up there?

Taehyung's POV.

It was late, and yet he still had not arrived. He was late.

Again.

I closed my eyes, breathing out deeply.

Don't cry.

The warmth from the quiet bakery pressed tightly against the window, creating a cloud of white, blurring the streets that where now near deserted.

My vision had begun to blur, and my hands were clenched at my sides.

God, I was such an embarrassment.

Here I am. A grown man, crying.

I was so pathetic.

No wonder he didn't want me.

The wet feeling of a tear trickling down my cheek snapped me back to reality, and I rubbed my sleeve against my face, rising to my feet and carefully avoiding the stare of the cashier. My chest felt heavy, as if a huge boulder was weighing me down. Ever step was tiring. Every tear was just another show of my weakness.

I was so fucking pathetic.

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I didn't call him this time.

I didn't ask him why he didn't arrive. I didn't ask whether or not there would be another one of his promises of a date. I didn't ask anything.

I just didn't bother.

"How are you feeling?"

I didn't reply, staring mindlessly out the window, watching as every droplet hit the thin glass as if life had found another way to hate me.

Jimin sighed, and I could hear him making his way towards me,"That was a stupid question. Sorry."

Again, I was silent. He rubbed my shoulder in comfort.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"he asked softly.

Nothing.

He sighed again, and a lapse of silence coated the air around us, the distant sound of the tears from the clouds hitting the window mingling with the feeling of defeat.

"I just want to know,"I stammered, my voice coming out raspy,"why?"

He frowned noticing the glassy look covering in my eyes and immediately pulled me into a hug, as I sobbed into his chest.

"Shh."he whispered,"It'll be alright."

My body wracked with each cry and Jimin could only look on, rubbing my back soothingly. I felt so useless as I cried into my best friend's arms.

So worthless.

He would never want me.
He would never want a man who would cry at the smallest of things.

And who would?

I was simply the boy who lingered at the background, watching on hopelessly as the love his life was snatched from his very hands. I was the boy that was picked last for a team. I was the boy who everyone picked on.

I wasn't anything special.

I was just me. Kim Taehyung.

I didn't deserve him.

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Awww TaeTae's feeling depress.

Anyway sorry this chapter was short, it's kinda of just an intro. Promise the following one's will be much longer!

Till next time, folks!