Destin [ON HOLD]

S I X T E E N

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Taehyung's POV.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

Jungkook clears his throat, still tangled with me, both our cheeks bright red from being caught in such a position.

He is hovering over me, both arms caging my head, our lips only centimetres away. His knee was in the middle of my thighs, dangerously close to my lower area.

I scramble away from him, secluding myself to the furthest corner of the room from where the furious member is standing.

The said man is standing at the doorframe, lips pulled back in a enraged scowl, fists clenched at his side and eyebrows pinched together.

"Answer the fucking question, damnit!"Jimin yells, pounding his fist against the wooden dresser beside him, that give a shuddering groan in response.

I whimper as I spot the wave of fury against his expression, fear for both Jungkook and I crashing against my chest.

Jimin's eyes snapped towards me and he lets out a low growl, running in my direction,"You whore!"

I push myself into the wall, squeezing my eyes shut as I brace for the impact of his fist but seconds pass by and nothing comes.

Confusion swirls inside of me, and I slowly open my eyes.

There Jungkook is, his hand enclosed around Jimin's fist, a look of pure hatred displayed across his features. I am not surprised to see the slight fear present in Jimin's eyes.

"Did you just try to hit him?"he asks, his voice deadly calm.

A shiver runs up my spine from his tone and I press myself further against the wall as if begging for it to swallow me.

"Answer the fucking question, Park."he snaps, twisting Jimin's fist to the side until he is yelling and pleading to be released.

Jimin is successful in ripping his hand from Jungkook's firm grasp, rubbing at his wrists as he throws the maknae a dirty glare.

"What's it to you? You talk shit about him as well, don't try and act all innocent."

See? This was all an act, in reality he hates every inch of your retarded self. V smirks.

For some reason the thought of Jungkook and Jungkook only, saying such things hurt. A burning sensation begins to travel over my chest, and I hang my head so they cannot see my tears.

Jungkook opens and closes his mouth, eyes darting between Jimin and I.

It is then do I know. He will chose him over me. He always does. He always will.

The hesitantcy to defend me is obvious in his expression. And why would he want to, in the first place? I am useless. I am no worth to anyone.

"Jungkook."

Both their heads jerk up at my voice, Jungkook biting his bottom lip in growing guilt.

I smile painfully,"It's okay."

I don't need to say anything for him to understand. Because it's okay.

It's okay for me to suffer. It's okay for me to be lonely and dejected from the entire group. It's okay for me to be pushed away. It's okay for me to cry myself to sleep every fucking night.

It is okay.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, tugging at his hair as he weighs his options,"Tae...damn I-I don't know."

Jimin narrows his eyes,"Tae? The fuck? When did you two get on the nickname basis?"

Jungkook flushes, looking away.

"I swear to God, if one of you don't start explaining whatever the fuck I just walked in on, I will fucking tell the others."

A flash of fear passes by Jungkook's face. I bite my bottom lip, unsure of what to chose. It was either my well-being or Jungkook's.

Don't be selfish, Taehyung. Think about others for a change. V prods.

"It was my fault."I pipe up, taking in a deep breath as I determinedly keep my eyes anywhere from Jungkook.

"What the hell are you talking about?"Jungkook snaps.

I close my eyes, knowing that I would soon regret what I was to say.

"I pushed him. I was a-angry at him, for yelling at me. He told me that I was p-pathetic and useless. But he grabbed my the foot while he was falling, and then y-you walked in on that."

It was a pathetic excuse really, but even if Jimin didn't believe it, the consequences of what I had done would've been extremely painful on my behalf, and anything that hurt me was deemed as perfect for him.

"Is that so?"he smirks, cracking his knuckles threateningly as he takes slow steps towards me.

"J-Jimin, stop."

If Jimin had heard Jungkook's quiet voice, he chose to ignore it as he lands a swift punch to my jaw.

My hands immediately fly to cup my jaw, tears obscuring vision as I look up at him. I am sure that the skin where he had hit would be thoroughly bruised, soon.

His lips curl upwards as he watches me with hooded eyes,"You think you, out of all people can try and hurt Jungkook? You seriously think that you're allowed to do that?"

I only whimper, shaking my head as he delivers three kicks to my stomach making me double over in pain.

"Weak."he spits.

"Jimin."Jungkook says, placing a hand on his bicep as he watches me with worried eyes,"That's enough."

He purses his lips, eyes drifting towards Jungkook. For a moment I believe that he listens to the maknae, and decides that he has enough but I am wrong. As usual.

He whips around to face me, a loud cry leaving his lips as he lunges at me, elbow raised, his whole weight collapsing against my chest. My body jolts upwards, and I am left gasping for breath from the sharp contact his elbow makes with my chest.

Jimin snickers as he watches me, my vision slowly beginning to become fuzzy and black. I can see Jungkook standing shyly behind him, unsure of what to do.

And then everything turns black.

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Wonder why Jungkook has sudden change of heart? 🤔

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