Destin [ON HOLD]

S E V E N T E E N

Its gunna be a double update for Tae's birthday! >.<

I love you so much Tae! Happy birthday!

Taehyung's POV.

"I can't believe he pushed you."

"Y-Yeah."

"I taught the asshole a lesson though."

"Good on ya."

"Thanks man."

"You should've done worse. Break a bone, maybe?"

"Bang PD would've noticed, and you know he worships the fatass."

"True."

Their words hurt. Bad.

I swallow thickly, hoping that the action goes unnoticed by the others. I know that the moment I awake, the member will harass me with their colourful insults.

But of course fate was never on my side.

Yoongi is the one to pick up on the small movement from my Adam apple,"Hold up. I think he just moved."

There is sudden silence before Jungkook pipes up meekly,"Do you think he heard what we said?"

Silence.

"So what if he did?"Hoseok says, but even I can hear the slight hesitation in his tone.

Deciding that by now none of them believed my fake sleeping form, I blearily open my eyes to be met with the six slightly guilty face of the members.

"H-Hi."I stutter, smiling weekly in what I hope is a welcoming gesture.

Jimin scoffs, turning to face Jungkook who is looking at his feet,"See, the thing is fine. Don't know why you were so worked up over it."

Jungkook laughs nervously, nodding,"I g-guess."

Didn't I tell you. V tuts. He doesn't really care. This is all a game for him.

I hang my head, my eyes brimming with tears at his words. Why did it hurt this bad? He was just another member who dedicated his life to make mine living hell. Nothing special.

It wasn't as if I had caught feeling for him or anything? Right?

"I heard that you pushed Jungkookie, huh?"Namjoon snarls, rounding on me.

"Joon, it's okay."Jungkook mumbles, his head low.

"No! This bitch needs to understand!"

Jin places a comforting hand on Namjoon's bicep,"Leave it. Jimin already beat you to it."

Namjoon opens his mouth to argue but spots Jin's reprimanding gaze and sighs, nodding glumly,"Fine."

A thick blanket of tension hang over the six of them and I.

I fidget uncomfortably in my hard bed, silently wondering who had bothered enough to put me in there in the first place.

Surprisingly none of them are scrolling through their phones nor seeming entirely indifferent of my beaten and weak form, splayed under the thin sheets.

It is then do I notice the bowl of noodles, paired with a glass of what I presume is tea, placed carefully on the bedside drawer next to me.

Once again, Yoongi is the one to notice my line of vision,"Jin brought that stuff up for you. And Namjoon carried you onto the bed."