𝐒.𝐋.𝐔.𝐓. || 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 [ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 ]

6.0 written chapter: panic

no one pov

taehyung stumbled into the back room, exhausted, after his final performance. collapsed on the couch as he took off his heels, letting them drop aimlessly onto the floor.

he sighed loudly, laying back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, trying to recollect himself.he heard the bustling of dancers washing up, taking off their makeup and changing into comfortable clothes, counting their money.

they walked around the boy on the couch, not taking a second glance at him. most of the other dancers didnt interact with taehyung as much as they did with those who werent him. not because they didnt like him, its just he seemed he didnt want to talk to them.

he was quiet, would even blatantly ignore them sometimes. they assumed he just wasnt very social, which was strange for this career but they didnt say anything about it.

the only two that ever tried to hang out with him were wonho and lisa. of course they were usually only partially successful. he would almost always find a way to blow them off, but they didnt seem to mind.

anyways, now that taehyung was done for the night, he sighed once again before sitting up abruptly. slipping on his soft house-slippers, much more comfortable than the 5+ inch, platformed, heels.

going to the sink to wash his makeup off and moisturize his face. as much as he didnt ever have the energy to take care of his skin, he knew he'd probably get fired for not looking cute. so he did what had to be done.

after cleaned up, and in a sweater and sweat pants, he sat down again and started counting his money. organizing it from ones, fives, tens, and twenties. in total he had about 500, not bad.

getting everything in his bag, the male stood up and got ready to leave. not of course before running into a familiar male drying his short black hair.

"V! are you gonna join us, or just head home for the night?" wonho spoke, his gentle voice kind as ever. taehyung hummed. "im just gonna go home." the male said simply. wonho did nothing but smile wider, not seeming to mind taehyungs unenthusiastic reply.

"thats alright. get some good rest!" he beamed. taehyung hummed quietly before slipping out of the room. taking the back exit to leave the building before he started walking home.

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in the late hours of the night, taehyung had to make sure he didnt let his mind wonde.r even though it had a tendency of doing that. he just kept his eyes up ahead of him, aware of his surroundings, and made sure he was only focusing on getting home.

the walk home was tiring, sure, but atleast he was outside in an open space. as soon as he walked in the door of his small apartment. hearing the door click behind him, he immediately felt absolutely horrible again.

he slumped against the door, a tired breath leaving his lips. his eyes scanned the messy room. he could feel his eyelids droop, just tired. his bag dropped on the floor, he paid no attention to it, not even bothering to pick it up.

taehyung waddled over to his bed, falling face first onto the covers. as his head was buried in his pillows, he could finally let his mind drift off. thinking about his night.

it wasnt too long until flashbacks of his face shimmered through his mind.

taehyung bit his lip, already feeling his eyes burn. he didnt want to cry again. not tonight atleast.

he hated everything. himself, his life, what hes become in a short two years.

he hated the fact that even after totally disappearing from jungkooks life. he still managed to be found. jungkook still managed to see what a wreck taehyung had become. taehyung hated himself for everything.