Destin [ON HOLD]

T H R E E

This chapter mainly consists of Tae's flashbacks of his time with some of the members of BTS.

Taehyung's POV.

White.

That is all I see.

The walls. The bed. The drawers.

Just white.

I blink, my vision blurred. The back of my head throbs and I squeeze my eyes shut as the pain increases. My shoulder and side is aching too, as if someone had lit flame over my skin.

It takes me a moment to realise that I am in a hospital.

The memories of the previous dance session begins to flood inside my brain until I cannot bear both the physical and emotional pain I am feeling.

Hoseok had hit me. Kicked me. Bashed me repeatedly.

I had never been close with the members, yet I never would've thought that Hosoek himself would cause me physical harm. It was common for Jimin, Yoongi and Namjoon to do so but never him.

It had been the first time.

And first times always hurt.

- Flashback -

A giddy grin tugs at my lips as I blow softly over the beverage.

Jimin had been especially moody the past few days, his insults towards me increasing in alarming rates and his behaviour to the others members were beginning to fade into a dull irritation.

Not just for my sake, but also the others, I had decided that I would make some sort of effort to cheer him. After distinctly remembering him complaining about the lack of caffeine in his bloodstream the other dance session, I decided to produce my friend with exactly what he wished.

The rest of the group was out, shopping at the mall. They had asked Jimin whether he wanted to come along but he had rudely turned them down. Somehow they had forgotten to ask me.

I shrugged it off as a simple mistake. The wellbeing of my hyung mattered more.

I quietly made my way up the stairs, hearing the distinct sounds of him moving around in his room and the soft music playing in the background.

My hand is on the doorknob now, and I twist it ready to open the door and greet Jimin with his favourite beverage but I am beaten to the task.

Jimin had already open the door just as I was to, and from the shock I had misplaced my footing and ended up spilling the tea over his white polo. He yelped, springing away from the doorframe and batting at his t-shirt which had a dark, sickening brown patch over it.

"What the fuck?"

I flinched away from the animosity in his tone.

"I'm s-sorry Jimin hyung."I stammered, hanging my head as if I were a scolded puppy.

He growled, swearing under his breath,"Just shut up. Damnit it fucking burns."

"I'm sorry."I repeated, beads of sweat beginning to form at my forehead as panic began to set at stomach,"I'm so sorry. Do you want me to get you some ice? I can - "

But my speaking is cut of with his fist. His clenched hand slams into my cheek and I am sent flying back, my back colliding with the floorboards.

His furious face emerges into view above me as he dug the tip of his toe into my hip.

"That's how much it hurts, dumbfuck. Make sure you don't pull that sort of shit again or it'll be worse."