Awake (A BTS Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: Innocence

Taehyung's POV:

I sat down regretting yelling at her, but I felt that it was necessary. I will not be put on blast for something I didn't do.

Every bad emotion was running through me. I felt tears sting in my eyes but I pushed them back.

"Then who did it Taehyung?" Her voice was shaky but she looked me straight in the face. She was a tough girl.

I picked up my phone. "You aren't going to talk again?" She asked surprised. I went to my note section again. "It was a mistake." I typed. It clicked on the sentence and pushed "speak" while turning my volume up.

"I can't say." Did I want to protect Jungkook? After all he put me through? Did I still feel the desire to keep him safe? What am I scared of?

She shook her head. "Taehyung, we can't get justice if you won't tell me who did this. I believe you okay? I just forgot where my head was at. Why can't you tell me?" She asked a little bit softer.

I began typing. "I'm too scared Chandler. I also think that I still care about him. I say I hate him but I can't seem to say his name without feeling guilty." It said.

She got up and sat next to me. "You shouldn't feel guilty Taehyung. This person did this to you. Not the other way around. Tell me when you're ready though... Kookie is having a party tomorrow, please come." She said.

I turned away a bit. "Don't you hate me?" I typed. She shook her head no. "I'm sorry Taehyung. The others and I never even gave you a chance to speak to us and that was wrong. By the time Jungkook came, I'm guessing you were mute."

I nodded. Sure. "So are you going?" She asked. I nodded. Why not? She smiled and hugged me. That feeling that I've longed for.

The warmth of her hugs always made me smile. She was my home. She was the core, where my heart was at.

She'd never realize that though.

She stood up. "Well see you later. I hope that we have fun tomorrow and you can give me an answer about who did this to you when you are ready but for now, relax. Remember, fighting." She raising a fist.

I raised my fist back.

Fighting.

Something that she hasn't said to me in so long. We'd do that, not just us, but BTS whenever we were going through hardships.

Fighting.

I was doing that.
I'm a fighter. Shouldn't I be proud of that? I just couldn't be. I tried not to look weak but I was.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to die...maybe I'm not fighting.