Destin [ON HOLD]

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Can I just say that Tae is very sensitive in this story so there are parts when he'll overreact. Enjoy <3

Taehyung's POV.

The car ride was immensely eventful.

Chanyeol breaks out into songs occasionally and I am momentarily shocked at how good his voice is. It is pity however that he dedicated his life to making other's voices sound better. But either way, he made sure that I was smiling the whole time.

I was reluctant to leave the car as we pulled up at the dorm. We walk up the steps quietly, side by side. As we neared the door to the members house, Chanyeol intwines his hands with mine, swinging them back and forth.

I laugh, swinging my arms further as we run down the hallway, climbing up the stairs, each sporting a wide grin. We are breathless when we reach the door.

"I guess we're here."Chanyeol said, a frown playing on his lips.

I rolled my eyes,"Glad you got that correct, Mr. State-The-Obvious."

"Shut up."he whined, nudging me lightly in the ribs.

I chuckled, the joyful smile on my lips beginning to fade away as I remember what I am soon to be met with the moment I step into the dorm.

He sighed beside me, catching my downfall in expression,"I'm here for you whenever you need me, Tae. That includes kicking their sorry assess when they mess shit up? Okay?"

I laugh lightly, shaking my head.

"It's not their fault, hyung."I admit,"What the say is true. I need to work on a lot and improve, I guess they want that to happen a bit faster."

Chanyeol pursed his lips, looking away and frowning.

"I have to leave now."he claims, a hint of anger lining his voice.

He is angry with me.

I can see that. His eyebrows furrowed together in displeasure, fists clenched tightly and stance tensed as if waiting for the exit to opened as soon as possible.

My heart clenched at the thought of him angry with me, yet I forced on a smile, nodding at him.

"Oh. Okay."

Before we had left the hospital he had said that he could stay for a few minutes before he left to his dentist appointment, but it seemed as if time had quickly caught up on us.

Chanyeol nods at me, raising his hand in a silent wave.

"Bye."he mumbled.

"Bye."

My reply is so quite that I am not surprised that Chanyeol doesn't hear it as he is already turning his back on me and making his way to the exit.

He didn't hug me this time. He didn't pull me into his arms and mutter words of comfort into my ear. He didn't offer his goofy smile.

Nothing.

He hated me.

He hated my very being.

But what I done for him to pull a full three hundred and sixty on me? Why did he suddenly hate me?

Pathetic. Wast of space. Worthless. Annoying.

Maybe all what the members had claimed me as were true. Maybe this was why he hated me.

Had I talked too much during the car ride? Had I smiled too much? The members said that my smile was extremely ugly, and that whenever was possible I should try and avoid presenting it.

With such thoughts in mind, I open the door, tears in my eyes as I stepped into the dorm.

The distant sound of the television reaches my ears, and I pad carefully over the carpet afraid that the members will hear my arrival.

They do not.

They are too busy crowded around the television, plates of food cramped onto the small table, wide grins painting their lips as they talked among themselves, still paying rapt attention the game of basketball before them.

They seem happy without me.

And it's true, I think as I watched quietly. It seems as though the two days on my absence had done nothing to damper their moods.

They look like a family. A proper family. A family that wasn't missing any other members. A family that was content with each other.

A family without me.

A lapse of silence covered the room as the sound of a whistle shrikes through the television, signalling half-time of the game.

"Where's Taehyung?"

My heart leaps at the sound of my name.

Jungkook had been the one to ask. The one to care.

His concern is enough to have me grinning goofily, hope strumming at my insides.

Hoseok snorts, a cruel smirk lining his lips,"Dunno, who cares anyway?"

Yoongi nods in agreement, smirking crookedly at the others.

"It's kinda nice though, don't you think?"he begins, lifting the plastic, red cup to his lips and slurping down the remaining contents, grimacing lightly,"It's more quiet in here. Calmer. I could get used to this shit."

He sighed, a pleased look on his face as he pushes his body into the couch, closing his eyes gently. Beside him, Jin nods.

"Taehyung's such a pain in the ass."Namjoon adds, groaning as he throws his feet up on the table, an empty bag of chips crumbling to the floor from his movement,"Always fucking talking. Does the dude ever shut up?"

Jimin laughs, shaking his head,"He's probably too dumb to understand that."

Shouts of agreement ring throughout the group.

Jungkook piped up meekly,"But he never returned from practice, after Hoseok hyung kicked him. What happened?"

Jin shrugged,"Don't know, don't care."

"But what if he's seriously injured?"Jungkook insists,"We'll get into trouble!"

I let out a bitter laugh from where I am hiding behind the shadows. Of course he would not actually care about my wellbeing. Why would he? It is always about them. Everything was about them.

He was simply worried about the consequences of treating me like he had. Consequences for himself. Not for me.

"God, I wish he'd just fucking die already. He'll be doing everyone a fucking favour."

That is the last thing I hear as I scurry up the stairs, hands pressed tightly against my ears and vision blurred.

I didn't  want to listen anymore. I didn't want to hear the truth behind their words.

Because they are right.

I am annoying. I am stupid. I am worthless. I am pathetic.

And most important of all.

I do deserve to die.