A Helping Hand | MYG & KTH

16 ~ Sensitive Arguments

"Jaeykyung, why in the fuck do you have new tattoos? Have you been wasting more of your time disgracing yourself and the band instead of actually working again?" Eunji complains as we finally finish practice. We're all heading over to the wall where all of our bags are, my jacket having been discarded over there far earlier in the day. A glare develops instantly in my eyes as I look over in her direction through the mirror at the mention of the ink covering my body.

"And why the fuck does it matter to you what I do with my own body, Eunji?" I growl out lowly, swiping my jacket up off of my bag so that I can toss it back on. She returns my glare though, eyes narrowing angrily.

"Because you're supposed to represent this fucking band, Jaekyung, and you do a shitty job at it. The fact that you're wasting your time going out and fucking your body up further doesn't do this band any favors and it just suggests you're getting worse in your habits. I'm sure Daewoo would be thrilled to know about that. What else have you been up to these days that has you gone from the dorm so much, huh? Should we talk about that too?" Eunji spits back, disgust drowning in her voice.

"Eunji, stop. You know better than to be fighting with Jae. She already mentioned that she wasn't going to be able to stay with us for a while because of some things she needed to take care of." Miyeon speaks up, warning in her tone to get the elder girl to quit fighting with me.

"Daewoo is just as fed up with her as Eunji and I both are, Miyeon. Just because you and Jiho are trying to kiss her ass because she's the leader of this band doesn't mean that we're going to. We're not that stupid." Bokgi argues, giving Miyeon a light glare as well.

"Go ahead and go bitch to Daewoo about me. See what the fuck happens, huh? It's not going to change shit and you both know that. It gets me a slap on the wrist and I'm off and running again. I would've thought the two of you being the eldest might've meant you've learned a thing or two in life but apparently that's only for those of us who have a fucking brain." I grind out, glaring at the eldest two of our band.

"I guess we'll just have to see about that shit, now won't we?" Eunji snaps before turning on her heel to storm out of the practice room. Bokgi just rolls his eyes at the rest of us before turning and following her out, leaving the three of us in silence. I don't mind it though, knowing I need to calm down before I get back to the house to the boys, knowing fully well that I'm going to need all of the patience I can possibly collect in order to talk with Taehyung. I've got two days left before hell truly begins, and the more time I can put between that conversation and school the better.

"Jae, are you okay?" Miyeon asks softly, beginning to approach me cautiously. I look up at her through the mirror as I grab my bag and toss it haphazardly over my shoulder, not bothering to answer as I turn on my heel to walk out. I know she means well and that she cares, but she's also been around me enough to know it's better for me to have my space after times like this if we don't want things to get truly ugly, even when she's just trying make sure everything's okay.

I think she's caught on over the years that there's a lot more to me than what meets the eye, something that gives me mixed feelings every time she reminds me of this fact.

I heave a sigh as I walk out of the building and climb into my car, trying to shake all of that off. I have other things to worry about at the moment, things that actually require attention than the stupid bitches in my band. I nod to myself at the thought, starting the car up before heading off, waiting until I'm on the road before dialing up a number I'd been given as a precautionary measure.

"Jaekyung? I'm surprised to be hearing from you so early on in all of this. What can I do for you?" Sejin breathes out, and his nerves are clear as day in his voice. I hum at the sound, wondering what exactly it is that has him so nervous but deciding not to bother commenting on the matter.