i think you're pretty....

05

TW: abuse

TAEHYUNG

The next day Mr. Ahn got very mad at him.

"Taehyung! It's a group project you have to talk, or you won't get credit!" he snapped.The class was watching behind Taehyung's back. He had to stay calm. "So, are you going to talk or not?"

Taehyung simply looked at the ground and shook his head.

Mr. Ahn took a deep breath. "Let's go outside, yah?"

Taehyung followed Mr. Ahn into the hall. He really didn't want to, he knew what was going to happen to him.

"I will call your parents if you don't talk!" He started to yell. Everyone could hear him it didn't matter.

Taehyung felt his heart jump. Of course, his dad knew he wouldn't talk, but if he knew he'd gotten in trouble for it. He'd probably kill Taehyung.

"Do you want that? Do you want your mom to know how much trouble you're in?"

Taehyung lowered his eyes. His mom was gone. She died a long time ago.

"No mom? wow, I bet she killed herself because of you, you know?"

Mr. Ahn jabbed him in the chest. "This isn't a warning it's a threat. Start talking right now."

This had happened before several teachers had yelled at him in halls, threatening him to talk. He always waited until they were done. Even if he talked, they wouldn't listen. Even if he had a voice, even if he screamed, he wouldn't have anything to say.

Mr. Ahn grabbed his throat, making Taehyung look up in shock. "You know how hard your making life for yourself? Never talking. You'll never get a job, never have friends. I mean—look at you now. Everyone hates you."

Taehyung truffled for air as the teacher kept choking him. His eyes burst into tears, and his body grew weak.

Was this what drowning felt like?

"Talk dammit!" Mr. Ahn yelled.

"Let go of him!" a voice yelled. Taehyung dropped to the floor, landing on his wrist. He winced, then choked and coughed, trying to regain his breath and scream at the same time.

Mr. Ahn looked down at him, scared all of the sudden. "Stay out here the rest of class." He said quietly and walked back inside.

"Hey, you okay?" Min Yoongi ram up to him, grabbing his shoulder.

Taehyung shoved him off and ran down the hall. He ran to his hide out, his classroom.He collapsed on the floor as soon as he got through the door. He still couldn't breathe, but it wasn't because he was being choked this time. He curled up on the floor, gasping for air.

Dear god he was so fucking tired. He wanted to scream, but couldn't even though his voice was fine, his throat burned.

His chest burned, his hands shook, everything hurt. Everything got blurry as he got pulled under the wave of panic he couldn't resurface. He was drowning, he was sure of it.

He needed a smoke.

At the thought, he thought of Bunny. He couldn't drown, he had to see Bunny later. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall. Thinking of the smoker made him feel calm.

Slowly, he was calm again. But he was numb. He got up and walked over to the window. He sat down and let himself shut down staring out the window. He didn't know what else to do. Taehyung wasn't going to go back to class he didn't know what to do about Yoongi and he didn't know what to do about Hana's friends.