The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Eight

Jangmi raised her capit to look at the man standing beside her; a foot taller and refuting visible emotion. His hair had grown longer since the last time she remembered and the difference in their heights was quite visible from where she stood. His stance made her wonder if they were a team afterall. They weren't. Her eyes fell on the worried girl beside Jungkook. Was there anything in her power to make a difference here? To this girl, or simpler so, to herself.

This accursed company of men would never let her ambitions take over the actuality. The longer she hoped for, the less she bore importance to either of them.

She brushed her hair back, waiting for the next to happen so that she could destroy it like a ticking bomb altogether.

"Aren't we very biased now?" Hyunjoon's eyes narrowed, the playful smile never leaving his mouth. "I would have expected you to mutter this sooner."

Oh my god. Jangmi swallowed quietly, taking the shock of those words in. Did these men ever miss their marks? How many more perfections to go before they crumbled like humans do?

"We knew better than trying to create a conversation with her." Jungkook glared at her bringing the next wound with twice the force. Jangmi stared at him, as though slapped.

Was their relationship only till Taehyung? Did the connection beyond him did not matter once he did not exist in the pages of her book? How could they be so cruel after she had done nothing to them?

The words forsook her mouth. Maybe it was her fault for trying to intervene after all. Everything she did here wasn't meant to be from a heroic inspiration. She should have ignored this when she had the chance and let the waters subside.

"Well, my apologies for the hassle. Jangmi isn't well accepted with the norms over here." Hyunjoon reached for her hand, making a pull for it just in time for her foot to hit Seokjin's.

She stumbled forward and turned around, shocked. Was that deliberate?

"Look at how many people are standing around you. Don't just go with the flow." He rebuked in a second, bringing her pride to her knees.

Jangmi firmed her grip on Hyunjoon's hand and stood up straight to face him. "Much advice from people who only watch others stumble. At least I could handle myself."

"With another man's assistance, if I may add?" He smirked.

Jangmi let Hyunjoon's arm go, her eyes flickering with emotions that were at bay. She would never get through a fight without shedding her stupidity first. This wasn't going to help her now. A single tear would destroy the purpose and that was unaffordable.

"No you may not." Jangmi looked up at him. "And step back, you're holding our space. Either way, I was wrong for expecting much from Jungkook. So it was my fault."

"Jangmi.." Seokjin leaned towards her with eyes that spoke of dark corners and shadows waiting to swallow her alive. "Do you know that nobody speaks like that about Kim Taehyung's men? Do you know what I can do to you for doing that?"

"What..?" Jangmi stepped back, falling into Hyunjoon's grip. "But Hyunjoon did and you guys just accepted that?"

"That is because we already have divisions here. Not you. You are creating one now." He spoke through his teeth. Jangmi noticed the silver weapon rising in the air and shut her eyes, waiting for the sound to rocket through the air. A few seconds of silence passed and when she opened her eyes to recheck, Seokjin had brought his pistol lower.

Jangmi gained her standing and turned to face Hyunjoon, "We have spent enough time here. We must leave."

Her heart struggled in her chest and Hyunjoon's expression changed to one of an alert dog's. He turned around just in time for the door to the room open and a dainty looking Taehyung waltzed in.