MUTE ; JHS

6

HANA POV

I felt my whole body tense at the sound of his voice.

Kim Taehyung...

The devil, in other words.

"So when did you return to town?" Taehyung asked, leaning on the table.

"Never left," I lied.

"Don't lie Hana, we all know you left when you were 15," he snickered.

"Stop." I demand.

"Standing up for yourself, that's  a first," Taehyung grinned.

"I think you should go." Hoseok told him.

"Nah, I'm good buddy. Who are you?" Taehyung asked Hoseok.

"Jung. Ho. Seok." He answered.

"Nae namjachingu." I added quickly.

"Jinjja?" Taehyung smirked.

"Wouldn't your appa love to hear that?" Taehyung, or as I like to call Tae smirked.

I felt sick. My hands were starting to shake.

"Still a little baby I see," Tae pointed at my hands.

"Leave her alone!" Hoseok shouts.

"I ran into Daddy Kim earlier," Tae said, ignoring Hoseok.

"He asked about you."

I looked at him shocked with a 'really' look on my face.

"He asked if you are still a weak, slurry, piece of crap, and I said yes. " Tae snickered.

"Hoseok, kaja." I say standing up. I need to get out of here before I break down.

"Nice seeing you again Hana, I'll run by your house sometime soon." He smirked and smacked my ass.

"Don't touch her." Hoseok hissed, pushing him.

I grabbed Hoseok's hand intertwining our fingers (so it actually looked like we are dating) and ran off.

Once we were out of the mall, Hoseok stopped running and pulled me back.

"Who was that?"

"Taehyung."

"Who the fuck is he?" He yelled.

"I.. I don't want to talk about it. Can we just go home?" I beg.

"Not until you tell me who he is!" Hoseok said stubbornly.

"Hoseok... please.." I beg, tears in my eyes.

"Hana you can't just let that happen and not telling me what he meant," Hoseok sighed.

I felt a warm liquid trickle down my cheek.

Great.

"Hana.. I-I didn't mean to upset you..I-I'm.. m-mianhe," Hoseok stuttered  not knowing what to do.

I shook my head.

"C'mon I'll take you home." He mumbled and I nodded.

***

The car ride was silent the whole way.

"Bye.." Hoseok smiled.

 I waved and jumped quickly out the car running into the house slamming the door shut.

"Hana?!" Omma yelled.

Before I could reply, she was standing in front of me.

"Hana, what's wrong?" She asked seeing I had tears rolling down my face

I shook my head and pushed passed her going straight to my room.

"Appa's back." Omma whispered as I got to the top of stairs.

I froze.

Taking a deep breath I carried in walking to my room.

I wanted so badly to just break down and let everything out but I couldn't.

I locked my bedroom door and let the tears stream down my face.

"Hana?" My mom called knocking on my door.

I didn't reply, obviously.

"Hoseok's on the phone.." She said.

"I don't want to talk." I typed.

"He's worried."

"I'm fine."

"He really wants to talk" 

"GO AWAY!" I say turning the volume of my phone up all the way and changing the voice to 'shout'. 

"She doesn't want to talk right now. I'm sorry Hoseok." I heard my mom say.

I sighed deeply.

Just when I felt like I was becoming happy again and that maybe I could try and talk again.. things get wrecked.

If Taehyung hadn't come, everything would have been great. And him to mention my dad! The nerve of that bi I swear!

I'm so done.

I'm done.

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*Edited*

hey guysss sorry for not updating :( . I've finished my trials today :D and tomorrow is sports day~~ this fanfic is getting boring tho.

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ps: my editor is busy.... enjoying her life now so~~ there must be a lot of grammar error and typosssss // *sigh* -K

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-A