Never Going To Be Right {taekook/vkook au}

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Taehyung's point of view

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I heard a crash come from in front of me and looked to see that Yoongi had all but slammed his chopsticks down on the table and that his bowl was almost splashing over the rim from the force. He was looking up at us with such force in his eyes that we had no other option but to look back at him.

I was terrified of what he was planning on saying next. If he said something too bad it might set off Jungkook somehow to the where he won't open up to me of Jimin anymore. I didn't want to end up back at square one after all the work we've come through today.

"We aren't stupid you guys. We can tell something is going on and I for one would like to know what the fuck is going on because it's obvious you were all crying not even ten minutes ago. So would you care to explain?". Even though yoongi was looking at Jimin mainly with his death gaze shifting over to me occasionally it was clear his question was directed at all of us but mainly Jungkook, who would never want to or would ever answer that question completely to probably any of us.

Looking over at him quickly, I could see that he was on the verge of tears again like not to long ago in the room and his hand was shaking so much that he dropped his chopsticks. I heard the screeching of his chair as he pushed it away from the table, running out of the room right after.

We all sat there in shock and silence for a mere couple of seconds that seemed like eternity to me before my brain actually started working again and I got up and ran down the same hallway as he did. I could feel everyone's eyes on my back as I went but couldn't care less. The only thing I cared about was getting to Jungkook before something happened to him.

My body hit the door before my hand the chance to completely open it to let myself in, but I didn't even feel the impact. My whole mind was numb still. It's like nothing could actually process fast enough for me to do something about it. As I got the door open I flung myself inside and slam the door right behind me again not hearing the noise it made.

I searched the room for any sign of Kookie hoping he hadn't gone and locked himself in the bathroom because then I would have to think of a way to get him out again. Doing a double look over the room, I could see that he was curled up in a ball shaking profusely on one of the beds, not that we cared who's. He looked so small and fragile that it broke my heart just to see him in this state.

I carefully made my way over to the bed trying to make as little of a ruckus as I could, contradicting my previous action with the door. I sat down on the edge of the bed so that I was not touching any part of him yet. I slowly put my hand on his shoulder lightly waiting for him to calm down enough to be able to talk to me about this.

No matter how much he wanted to avoid this and I wanted to not make him go through any more than he already has, he did need to talk about with the rest of the members, I didn't think that they really liked just being left like that at all. Jimin must just be having a lot of fun trying to explain as much as he can to them.

I kept moving my hand in tiny circles watching as he calmed down little by little. Once he had stopped shaking for the most part and wasn't sniffling and crying as near as much as before, I decided I could actually try and proceed forwards.

"Hey, do you wanna talk to me?", I asked, mentally slapping myself for not coming up with something better than that. Here my friend was crying over something that I've been so oblivious to and I have no idea what to do or say. I still had my hand on his shoulder so I felt as he moved around under the blanket, trying to find the opening to the cocoon he had made for himself.

I smiled internally as I watched his brown hair stick out first accompanied by the rest of his head. His eyes looked even more red and puffy than before and his whole figure just looked defeated. How could such a sweet, kind person such as him be able to look that utterly defeated?

"I..I don't want them to know..", he said in a raspy, quiet voice. He finally met my eyes looking into them as if he was searching for something he had lost in them. I didn't want to break our eye contact but it was inhibiting my ability to really think of what to say next.

"Wh...Why not?", great embarrass yourself now Taehyung. Just what you want to do in front of your crush .

He finally broke our eye contact, muttering something under his breath that I couldn't catch.

"What was that?", I said to him, leaning forward slightly. My face only inches from his shoulder where my hand was still kept as if I removed it then his slight calm he had obtained would leave.

"They are going to end up hating me if they know. ", he said only a tad bit louder than before, but it was enough for me to hear this time.

"Why would you think that?", I said forcibly, trying not to sound as if I was mad towards him because that would just make him break down again.

I was irritated that he would think anyone here would hate him for something like this. They all love him like a little brother and I don't know why he can't see that himself. He should have realized by how worried we all were earlier about his leg that we would never hate him. We just continually worry about him to no extent.

Being lost in my train of thought I didn't realize that he had been steadily looking into my eyes as if he had gone back to searching for some lost item in them like before.

"Because it makes me weak. Which brings us all down in turn.. ", he said trailing off at the end like he could continue on with why he thought we would hate him for this.

I closed my eyes not quite knowing what exactly to say to make him realize that they wouldn't hate him for this. Not really thinking of my actions before I did this, I brought his body onto mine, pushing his head into my chest.

I didn't want to hear anymore from him about how they would hate him because I knew it wasn't true in any way and that it was just breaking my heart to hear that he thinks that low of himself.

He tensed up in my arms probably not understanding I was trying to comfort him until I started rubbing my hand across his back, trying to make him feel more at ease and in turn untense himself.

He slowly did just that giving in to the fact that I wasn't just going to let him go from this position until then. Both of our breathing slowly started to become more calm and timed with the others. Everything was beginning to calm down and it was like I could almost imagine that known of this horribleness was happening.

I don't know how long we had stayed there like that before I noticed that Jungkook's breathing had completely evened out and that he had fallen asleep in my arms.

Not wanting to wake him I just stayed there admiring little details about him and wondering how such a pretty thing could be so broken inside.

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A/N

I really don't know what to say about this chapter so yeah...

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