Where Were You? - A BTS Fanfic

Chapter 1: Awaken

"Yah. Eun Bi. Look at me when I'm talking to you, trash."

I sighed and slowly lifted my eyes to meet Jeon Jungkook's piercing glare.

I was currently standing with my back to a row of lockers, the dangling locks digging into my slender back. His posse surrounded my fragile frame, blocking any signs of escape. Not like I would try to run anyways. Hoseok and Jimin had my sides covered while the rest of them crowded around in front of me. Also, Jungkook would just simply grab me by my hair and drag me back into the circle.

I had always been a victim of his violence, just another convenient punching bag. My social status didn't do much in my favor either. Ever since my parents decided that the marriage was doing more bad than good, they had filled our house with screams and shouts. Then the papers had arrived. Dad had dumped me into Mom's unwilling arms, and now she was a drinking mess of skin and bones. This only served to withdraw me from the outside world as I slowly came to realize that the visions and images I had once held of a perfect family were only that. Visions. Delusions. A marred, cracked form of reality.

By the time I came back to reality, my "friends" had already abandoned me.

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"Stop being so self-centered. This kind of stuff happens to everybody, bitch. This isn't all about you and how you feel, Eun Bi. Did you really think that we would fawn over you and all? Wake up."

"What kind of person are you, a hermit? You're so freaking creepy, you know that? We always thought you were mentally and fashionably challenged, you know. I mean, those giant glasses? Just no. And what kind of person freaks out that hard over a divorce? Oh, sorry, I forgot. You do."

"Eun Bi, can you just stay away from us? You're hurting our images with your depressing bullshit. I don't need any emo freaks in our group, thank you very much. Oh, and by the way, I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not. Just...don't talk to us anymore, okay? See you never, emo freak."

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"...ah.Yah! I said, look at me when I'm speaking!" Jungkook snarled, breaking me from my reverie. He punched the locker behind me in a sudden fit of rage. I unwillingly gave him the satisfaction of seeing me flinch. Quickly recovering, I retorted with a vengeance.

"Hey, I'm totally sorry if nobody wants to look at your ugly-ass face, Kookie. Don't blame me when you can't get a girl to stay with you."

He blanched in shock, and then proceeded to bare his teeth at me with a growl. He was clearly surprised that I knew the reason why he approached me in the first place. Remember how I said I was a convenient punching bag? Sorry, I forgot to mention that it also meant stress reliever.

Stress is a wide category, but for Jungkook, it was almost always either girls or family. Today, I heard that Lee Yoon Mi, some older chick, had broken it off with him, saying that he "wasn't really the type of eye candy she was looking for." And, of course, I was going to use that to my advantage. If I couldn't hurt him with my fists, I could hurt him with my words.

Behind him, Hoseok started to laugh, a disgusting series of garbles and snorts. Jimin smirked, satisfied with what he perceived to be the start of an 'interesting show.'

In the back of the group, I could spot a pair of eyes swimming in deep, warm chocolate. Taehyung. He wouldn't look at me and just stood there at the back of the group, his eyes directed at the smooth, tile floor. I tried to catch his eye.

Tae. Come on! Help me! I pleaded to him with my eyes, but he never gave me a single glance.

Jungkook noticed that once again my attention was diverted elsewhere, and he laughed once he realized that I was looking at Taehyung.

"Would you look at that. Little nerd girl's got the hots for Tae Tae over here. Hey, Taehyung. Come here." He cackled in delight at the prospect of raising new drama. I could only stare as my best childhood friend traipsed in my direction. Relief flooded my being as I realized that maybe, just maybe, he could help me out.

"Yeah?" He said emotionlessly.

Jungkook grinned. "Man, you totally deserve this for working so hard to get her to like you. How about you throw the first punch? Wait. Actually, even a slap would be fine. I mean, she totally adores you, I can tell. So, how about it? You up for it?"

Taehyung turned his gaze to me. I immediately froze at the hard glare present in his gaze. The relief that had previously found a place in my mind fled. Suddenly, he wasn't the boy from my cheerful past anymore.

His gaze was hard, his face a perfect, beautiful mask of scorching hatred. He crossed his arms, muscles faintly rippling beneath the fabric of his black hoodie. Pretending to assess me for a few tense seconds, he finally opened his mouth to speak. And for some odd reason, I hoped for a spark of the past somewhere inside those eyes.

However, my hopes were crushed, just another crispy autumn leaf beneath a raised foot. "Yeah, sure." He smirked. "Why not?"

I froze. No. It shouldn't have turned out like this. Tae. Where are you? Where was the boy that pushed me on the swings? The one that held me as I cried after witnessing my parents fight? Where are you now, at the moment when I need you the most?

I could only watch as he raised his hand, slapping me across the face with the back of his hand. My face whipped to the side from the impact, a tingling pain developing on my cheek. My vision started to get blurry, tears swimming in my eyes. I had never felt so low, so degraded before in my entire life.

I raised my eyes to his face, and looked in his eyes once more for any glimmer of emotion. For a second, I thought that I saw the fleeting presence of guilt, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come. And then nothing. Nothing at all. A tear slipped out, meandering down my red cheek.

It was a crude awakening, a slap that revealed to me the face of reality.

I was alone in this world.

The pack laughed, a jeering sound that scarred my being. It was as if his slap was a liberator, a signal for the start. And so they lunged, unleashing a barrage of blows and insults.

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ohmyjae here :DDDD

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BANGTAN I'M SO SORRY FOR PORTRAYING YOU LIKE THIS, BUT IT NEEDED TO HAPPEN ASDFGHJDKFKCNEJ *le sobs*

To reiterate, Jungkook is in no way ugly. Tae is in no way a jerk. And for the most part, J-Hope has the most adorable laugh in the world. Sorry if I insulted any of you...???? :oooo

I kind of wrote this at 2:35 in the morning in the dark, so yea. Um. Sorry beforehand if it sounds bad. Or if it's overly short. Or if it has any mistakes. IM TERRIBLE OKAY ;___;

IT SHOULD GET BETTER. I HOPE. \(.___.)/

And, like, so sorry for the crappy cover. I suck at that kind of stuff. Pencil and paper please. ,__,
SPECIAL THANKS TO SAPPHIREBLUE101 for giving me lots of pointers. ily :DD thanks for helping me out fam -3-

I'm warning you guys beforehand, but updates might be a littleeeee slow. But please keep reading? C:

I SWEAR I'LL TRY TO UPDATE WHEN I CAN.

But other than that, have a nice day? :33

*throws confetti into your face and runs away*