Fighting [TaeJin]

Too Much

- Jin's POV -

I sigh as I pull the uniform over my head and look into the mirror, adjusting the dark blue outfit. I can't believe I'm doing this... I take a glance in the morrow one last time before I walk out of the bathroom, and into the living room.

I walk to the diner table to find Taehyung mid-eating, frozen, spoon still in air and mouth full of food, looking wide-eyed at me. "What?" I ask and sit down to eat. "Does it look that horrible on me?"

Tae practically spits hit food out and almost chokes. "Oh my god, no! You look great in the uniform!" He says turns his focus back to the task of eating. I start eating as well and finish fast, taking my plate to the sink for it to be washed later.

I grab my backpack and walk back to check on how Tae is doing, only to find him asleep with his head resting on the dining room table.

I go over and poke him. "Yah! You were the one that wanted me to go to school with you!" He lightly slaps my and away and gets up, mumbling "arasso, arasso".

Tae and I walk out the door, walking to the school, because its not far from the apartment. It was a nice walk, not too long. Tae was able to tell me some stuff on the way about the school saying he would introduce me to his friends.

We got to the school and I looked at it in awe. Its so nice, even the look of the students' dark blue uniforms against the clean white of the buildings.

Tae took me to the office and told the lady at the desk some stuff, she then nodded and handed me some papers to sign and my new schedule. Luckily Tae did something to make our schedules the same, even though my education was less. He said something about him promising to do a study program with me, but I don't really know.

"So what do we do now?" I ask Tae as we walk out of the office. He smiles and grabs my hand, starting to run. "We have a half an hour so I will show you some of my friends!"

We run to the other side of the school before we stop. I lean down and put my hands on my knees, winded from the running and look up at Taehyung. "How do you have so much energy?!"

He just laughs and grabs my hand, pulling me up and towards a group of three boys who look around our age. I also notice J-Hope is one of them. Tae lets go once we get there and I stand silently, blinking a few times and staring at the group.

"Hey guys this is my new bro, SeokJin, but call him Jin. By the way, he is older than all of us so be polite." I cut in before he continues adding,  "but theres really no need to call me hyung" He puts his hand on my shoulder. "This is part of the crew, we are missing two right now." He explains to me. [A/N: please note what Jin says about formalities here, some of you guys "correct" me later on about them not calling him hyung... Ily guys but please don't do this, it's annoying, I know what I wrote ❤ plz don't be mad @ me]

The first boy bows, "Annyeong hasaeyo, my name is Jeon Jungkook, you can just call my Jungkook though." I smile and look to J-Hope, who was right next to him, pretty close actually.

"So this is who you where talking about earlier..." I comment,  and he looks to Jungkook, who looks back at him with a questioning face. Hobi laughs nervously and softly replies "yes".

Tae and the other boy laugh. "You already met Jin? You said it just was V." He makes a pouty angry face. "You were gone all night!"

I don't like to see people fighting, it makes me nervous and it seems they are in a relationship... "No, no! Nothing happened! Please don't get angry with anyone!" I say, putting my hands up defensively. Tae and J-Hope agree, Tae saying a "it was nothing"

Jungkook nods and playfully pokes J-Hope in the ribs. "Ow!" "That's what you get!"

I smile and the boys turn to the other boy, who hasn't been introduced yet. "And this is Namjoon, but he also goes by Rap Monster, Rapmon, God of Destruction-"

"Ay, V!" He says and lightly pushes Tae. He smiles at me and laughs nervously, his hand rubbing behind his neck. "Nice to meet you Jin...." He bows

I smile, "It's nice to meet you too." The bell rings and Tae brings me to our first period class. The teacher introduces me and gives me the seat next to Tae so that he can help me. It was okay, school was nice. It was different than the school I had gone to before, the classes where actually not too boring.

The class ends and we have a fifteen minute break, so we take our time packing up. "Why does everyone call you V?" I ask as I zip up my backpack.

He laughs lightly and swings his back pack over his shoulder, standing up. "It's just a nickname they gave me. I guess you could call me that too if you want. Tae or V, either way is fine by me."

We walk to lunch where we sit outside, under a tree, and slowly other start to join us. A few of them sitting under the tree with us, and Jungkook sitting on a branch of the tree.

I remain silent, and sit still , with my back against the trunk of the tree and my knees up, with Tae and Hobi right next to me. They take out their food and eat

I listened as they talked and joked, it was truly a fun time. A few guys had joined us as well, Tae introduced them to me as Min Yoongi, aka Suga, and Jimin, or as the sometimes call him ChimChim. Soon enough the bell rang for us to go back to class.

As I walked through the halls, making my way to class, I began to feel it again. The eyes on me, the judgemental minds of those all around me, the feeling of school. I began to get more anxious, and a pit in my stomach started to grow. They were all staring at me, talking about me. How do I know? Not because I saw it, but because I feel it. Everyone hates me and its just because I'm me. I'm not good enough for society. I fell their eyes burn holes in me as I walk with my head low.

It felt suffocating. My head spinning, I couldn't take it. I felt outside of society, this trying to live normally is too much. I don't fit in, I can't. I pushed the door to the men's room open and quickly went into one of the stalls on the far side, away from the few people inside the bathroom already. My breaths quickened as I felt the sense of urgency.

Quickly searching my backpack, I found it. I kept it with me at all times, maybe as a reminder or as a sense of safety, but I knew I would need it eventually. I think of the many times the small object relieved my stress before, twirling the shiny blade between my fingers. I then slowly bring it down to my skin and watch the crimson colored liquid crawl down my arm, sighing in relief.