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Taehyung's POV.

I hailed a cab to dance practice. The members had left without me.

Again.

I hold back my tears, as I handed the driver a wad of money. I wish I knew why they hated me so much. Ever since debut they had despised me, constantly pushing me away from the rest of the group and adding in snide comments whenever they could.

I had always tried to approach them and change their vision of me. Show them that I'm not the person they think I am, but every time they would refuse to listen to me or complain about how annoying I was being.

I pause my thoughts as I made my way into the dance room, heading to the changing rooms. I ignore the hateful glares that are thrown my way as I crossed the room.

"Get in your fucking position."Hoseok snarled as soon as I emerged into view,"And make it quick."

I hurried over to my position, quickly running over the moves through my head. We were going through Danger again as we had upcoming concert and Hoseok had claimed that the dance needed work on.

[A/N: Dance is shown above ]

The music begins to flood into the room, the lyrics and beat mingling with our heavy breaths and sweat. The floor beneath us shakes. My feet ache. My heart is racing. Sweat lines my foreheads.

Hoseok frowns as we dance, demanding that we do the dance once again. Several grumbles wash over the group as we redid the routine, our moves become sloppier with each go.

"Joon, watch your footwork."he said kindly, showing Namjoon how to properly postion his feet so the next moves would be easier to get to.

I watch carefully, afraid that I too had done the same mistake. Hoseok never missed out on the smallest of mistakes. He was like a hawk circling the room and looking for its next prey.

But for some reason he seemed to find that I was the worst dancer out of the seven us, when I personally felt as though I weren't too bad.

He pressed play once again, and the music began to boom across the room. The members begrudgingly  pulled themselves up from their sprawled positions on the floor.

We were halfway into the song when the music stopped. There was absolute silence as we awaited Hoseok's opinion of whatever we had done wrong.

A sense of forbidding ran up my spine.

I was the one at wrong.

Before I know it Hoseok is in front of me, eyebrows pinched together and lips pulled back in a dangerous scowl.

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO FUCKING TELL YOU?"he bellows, and I staggered back from the amount of ferocity that is present in his tone.

Behind me the other members snicker, walking to the other side of the room to grab their drink bottles.

I feel so helpless as Hoseok stand before me, his fists clenched at his side as he screams.

"WHAT DO YOU NOT FUCKING UNDERSTAND ABOUT COMING IN AFTER THREE COUNTS, NOT TWO?"

There is silence in the room now. The members are watching us but none intervenes instead preferring to watch at the sidelines.

"ARE YOU THAT FUCKING DUMB? HONESTLY, YOU ARE THE WORST DANCER IN THIS WHOLE FUCKING TEAM! YOU ARE LETTING US DOWN, YOU DUMBASS!"

My eyes sting, and my chest begins to feel heavy as if someone had lodged a large boulder inside me and refused to pull it out.

"YOU ARE THE MOST SELFISH MOTHERFUCKER I HAVE MET, THE OTHER MEMBERS ARE PRACTICING EVERY DAY TO PERFECT THESE STEPS AND YOU CAN'T EVEN GET THE MOST SIMPLEST OF THEM RIGHT! GOD KNOWS WHY YOU ARE EVEN THIS DAMNED GROUP, YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY ZERO TALENT!

A flash fury passes through his eyes before he shoves me to the floor with immense force. A startled yelp leaves my lips as my shoulder slams into the floorboards, pain immediately rushing up my side as I grimaced.

Hoseok laughs, kicking me roughly in the stomach. I doubled over, cradling my abdomen as I looked up at him with tears eyes.

"S-Stop."I pleaded, my voice cracking,"Please stop."

He shook his head, sniggers travelling through the room.

"You don't get to tell me what to do, you little fucker."

He raised his foot again.

All I see is it connecting with my head.

A sharp boom echos across the room.

And then everything turns black.

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