I like you anyways ~Vkook~ (Book One)

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-The same morning-

Taehyung's POV

I was getting my books out of my locker when I noticed my sweet Kookie walking through the hall.

A big smile formed on my face as I thought he's coming to talk to me.

But he just passed beside me without sparing me a glance. Did he not see me or something?

"Kookie!! Good morning !!" I said as I reached my hand to grab his arm.

I was so shocked when he pushed my hand away, giving me a really cold look. And then walked away.

Did I do something wrong? Did something bad happened to him? Is he okay?

Questions raced in my head as I watched him disappearing between the other students with sad and worried eyes.

But, maybe he was just in a bad mood. I shouldn't jump into conclusions. I closed my locker as I decided to ask him about it in the classroom. He sits beside me anyways.

*******

I went to the classroom and to my surprise, he wasn't sitting in his usual place. My eyes roamed around the class looking for him. And found him sitting beside a really beautiful pink haired guy.

I got even more shocked when they started laughing together. The unknown boy resting his head on my Kookie's shoulder. I know we are just best friends, but I thought... I really wanted to think that he liked me.

Tears formed in my eyes as I walked slowly to my seat with my head down.

*******

It was time to get lunch. I went after Jungkook to talk to him. He was still with that boy, Jimin as they told me.

"Jungkook!! " I called but he acted like he didn't hear me.

"Jungkook wait!! " I said again close to him this time. But still, no answer.

"Jungkook why are you ignoring me? Did I upset you with something? Please can we talk? " I said grabbing his wrist.

He turned to look at me with a blank expression, and said in a cold voice that froze my soul :"There is nothing to talk about. I don't want to talk to your stupid ass anymore. "

My heart broke when I heard his words. He doesn't want me in his life anymore. He thinks I am a useless piece of shit, someone who doesn't deserve his time nor his company.

He thinks the same as everyone I've ever loved.

Starting from my mother who left me when I was 8 years old. To all my best friends.

And before I knew it, I was already crying. Tears rolled down my face as I left the cafeteria. Running, sweating, crying. All my old scars we're wide open again, bleeding.