Taehyung's POV

I looked at Mason as he groaned. I turned around to see what he was looking at to see that Jungkook was running for his life.

"God damnit." Mason spat and stumbled off into the people who were partying their drunken asses off. My eyebrows scrunched together and I took out my phone, looking at the message again to clarify why I was still standing at this tree.

They told me to meet them.. Where are they?

I poked my lips out and looked around. A few girls were looking at me, so I winked at the prettiest one and walked away.

The party was pretty boring to me, seeing that I had been to so many in my past few years. I decided to go back home, not feeling the party vibe as much as I was an hour ago.

I spread out over my bed and scrolled through my phone, checking time lines and useless posts. I went through my messages and squinted at the unknown number.

I started typing madly as I thought about why this person had led me to a tree for no reason.

Me
Okay, Unknown.

Why didn't you meet me?

Unknown
Don't message me again.

My mouth slightly opened at the slightly harsh message. The fuck did I even do?

Me
Rude. why not?

Unknown
U suck at taking orders

Me
Why. Didn't. You. Meet. Me?

Unknown
Are you Taehyung?

I looked at the message and smirked.

  Oh, I get it now.

Me
Are you shy Bc I'm sexy? 😏

Unknown
No, you're mean.

The message looked weird and I stared at it for what seemed like forever. What?

Me
What gender r u

Unknown
I said don't msg me

Me
Boy?

If ur a boy, I understand why you think I'm mean.

If ur a girl, that's dif

Unknown
How does it make anything different?

Me
Girls love me, that's how

Unknown
Well I don't

Me
So ur a girl?

Unknown
No

Me
Ur a boy?

Unknown
No

STOP texting me

I'm done with u ✌️

I furrowed my eyebrows and threw my phone onto my bed. Fine. I don't even care anyways.

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During school, I sat in my assigned seat and sighed. I don't understand why we have to have assigned seats. It's probably the most useless thing ever.

If it's to get people to stop talking so much, they failed at it. Everyone talks from across the classroom or just texts instead.

It's like they're asking for us to rebel.

I pursed my lips into a thin line as I watched Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook walk in together. Seokjin walked in with Jimin and Namjoon with smiles on their faces.

  I frowned at the thought of most of those people not even liking me as a human.

  The conversation from the unknown person came into my head, creeping up onto me.

  Why do people dislike me? I'm not mean.

  I mean— I can be imitating.. and a little harsh on others.. especially people in different class grades.. But I can still be a nice person.

  Jungkook sat in front of me and I put on my best smile. "Hey ne- Jungkook, hows your morning?" I tried to prove my niceness to myself, earning a weird look from others.

Jungkook turned to me slowly and looked at me with no expression. "Like you even care." He said coldly, different from his usual response. I furrowed my eyebrows as he turned back around with an eye roll.

I felt all eyes on us, not knowing how to respond to that. I usually got the last word, so I stood up from my seat and picked him up by his collar, making him drop his pencil.

"Speak to me like that again and I'll-"

He was pulled away from my grip, stumbling back as he was taken away. I squinted my eyes at Hoseok as he stood with Jungkook. "Taehyung, leave him alone." He growled.

I stepped forward, about to pound into Hoseok, but was met with Yoongi who had stepped in front of him.

"Do it. I dare you." Yoongi squinted.

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at Yoongi as he looked back at me with a stern look. I felt a pair of hands on me and knew right away that it was Seokjin. "Let's just sit down." He said.

I huffed and sat back in my seat, confused as to why Yoongi- my best friend- did that to me.

My eyes glanced over at him, and I noticed that he was sitting with Hoseok and petting his head like he was a fucking puppy.

I groaned quietly and stared into the back of Jungkook's head. He had his head lying on his desk and I noticed his shoulders moving.

"I heard he went to the party last night." I heard someone whisper behind me. I glanced and saw two girls looking at Jungkook.

"Really?" The other girl asked.

"Yeah, I heard he got harassed." Another girl jumped in. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at the back of Jungkook's head once again, still listening to the three girls conversation.

Jungkook's shoulders kept repeatedly moving, and I realized what he was doing. Crying.

"Aw, I wish I could hug him." Another girl frowned. "Who could do that to such an innocent boy?" She huffed and sighed.

"Well, apparently it was Mason Stone."

My eyes grew wide and my mouth gaped open. Oh shit. Is that why Jungkook was hiding? Because of Mason Stone??

What a fucking piece of shit.

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