A Helping Hand | MYG & KTH

33 ~ Past Threats

The next morning rolls around easily, lost in thought as I dance around the practice room in the office. I most certainly don't have enough done to be choreographing any songs yet, and I'd been given extra time specifically for it, but after last night, I needed to just waste some time dancing around before I get back to writing songs.

I've actually begun taking breaks out in the living room with the guys on occasion like Yoongi had requested these last few days now, and he's begun hanging out in my studio at the house when I'm working just to be able to be around me more. And thanks to Taeju's little stunt last night, Yoongi brought us into the studio just so that he could ask since he seemed to have gotten the idea that I didn't want people hearing as best I could when we were there. He had a million questions, and if I weren't creative enough, Taeju may have just lost his life last night.

I mentally try to shake the thoughts off as I dance around in the room, trying to just flow to the music to tire myself out a bit more, knowing I'll be able to focus better then. It doesn't last though, soon hearing the door to the practice room open and close, and I find myself glaring at the intruder.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" I growl, spinning on my heel at the elder in the room.

"He's going to pop the question soon." Taeju points out, arms crossing over his chest as he leans back against the wall beside the door. I glare at him, not wanting nor having the time to deal with this shit right now.

"You felt it that fucking necessary to say that, that you came all the way here for it in broad fucking daylight?" I snap, not at all understanding what in the hell he's trying to do at the moment. He sighs, nodding in answer.

"So what? I'll say no." I scoff, finding this absolutely ridiculous right now. I honestly can't believe I'm dealing with this, this early in the day.

"No you won't, Jae, and we both know it. I could see it between the two of you. You're getting awfully close and comfortable with him. You're not going to say no." Taeju argues calmly. I laugh angrily at this, hands flying up in disbelief at all of this.

"Why the fuck does it matter, Taeju?" I challenge, still not seeing the reason behind his unannounced visit. He gives me a look though, and it doesn't leave me feeling good.

"You haven't told them yet, have you?" He counters, and it has my breath hitching, glaring at the man in front of me.

"We've had this discussion, Taeju. No, I haven't and I don't plan to. There is absolutely no reason to and nothing good will come of it anyways. It would have the opposite effect of what I'm there to do anyways. They don't need to know about me and Taehyung." I breathe out, angered beyond belief at the moment.

"They deserve to know, Jae. If you're going to get close enough that you decide to date the boy, he and the rest of them all deserve to know. Even if you don't tell them now, they'll find out eventually and you'll be all the worse for it." Taeju disagrees, causing my eyes to widen.

"There is no way they'll find out as long as certain assholes can manage not to intervene where they don't belong. Taehyung and I have made it this far in life without anything coming up. There's no reason to change that." I sneer, not at all appreciating where this conversation is going.

"Damn it, Jaekyung, if you don't tell them, I will! They deserve to know!" Taeju shouts, beginning to snap. I find myself standing upright straighter if possible, my muscles beginning to ache from the strain by now.

"You won't do that unless you want to die, Jung Taeju. You are under my command and I'll have your ass punished beyond any that has been served before if you go against me on this. To do that, to do what you're suggesting, that would be treason. That will be your death wish signed. I will kill you myself if you do such a thing. I don't know what the fuck has gotten into you, I don't know what fucking product you've been dipping into, but to do what you're suggesting is to think you're better than me, is an attempt to get rid of me, and I won't stand for it. I won't let you last the night if you do this." I breathe out, feeling the way my lungs are beginning to constrict, feeling the sting at my eyes where I know tears should be.

I'm holding myself back as much as I humanly can right now, and his threat is enough to have me absolutely reeling at the moment. I don't know where he's gotten this idea from, but it needs to crawl back to whatever hole in hell from which it came. There's a reason Taehyung doesn't remember me, a reason why I remember him, and reason things are the way they are today. For him to ruin it all like what he's suggesting, hell it'd be like saying there was never any point in doing what I'd done back then. That's like pulling the rug out from under my feet, trying to openly drown me.

"Jaekyung, I only want the best for you. The best thing that can happen for you is to let them in the way they both deserve. Jaekyung, you deserve to have a family again. You deserve to have people care for you. You have to quit fighting it though." Taeju mutters out, tone saddened. It doesn't change my disposition at all though.

"No. To do that to me would be to want the worst for me. I don't need a family, the family I had was fucked in so many goddamn ways that I have no interest in having one. You might as well be no better than my father to do something like that. You weren't fucking there, you don't understand shit the way I do. You would ruin everything I have worked my ass off for all this time. You have no idea the damage you'd be causing. You may know my story, but don't for a second begin to act like you lived it with me. Don't act like you know better than me what is and isn't in my best interest. You don't have a goddamn clue."

Taeju just sighs and shakes his head at all of this, running his hands through his hair before pushing himself off the wall and walking out once more. It leaves me collapsing to the floor at the sound of the door falling shut, leaves me not knowing what the hell to do with the anger and fear pulsing through my veins.