Destin [ON HOLD]

T W E N T Y

You ppl want some vkook fluff?

Btw u guys can figure whether the italic is either Tae's thoughts or V speaking, right?

Taehyung's POV.

We are sitting on my bed, shoulder and knees brushing against each other.

A comfortable silence hangs around us as we simply loiter in our own thoughts.

The members have stayed clear from our paths for the last few days, throwing dirty glares at the both of us.

Jungkook however seemed completely unaffected from the rather obvious looks of distaste he was getting.

In all honesty he seemed amused.

A part of me envies his confidence stance that he throws up whenever one of the members dare to push him over the line. Then a part of me pities the clueless boy who had just practically ruined his entire career by siding with the me.

But for now I will not fall for his charming personality nor his adorable bunny smiles.

I had my own walls. Walls that I had built so high that it was swallowed by the cloud. Walls that were meters high, impossible to break through.

Because Jungkook could easily leave again, just like that, he could disappear.

I knew that he would.

No one would want to be stuck with the freak of the group anyway. I understood that but it still didn't hurt any less.

Damn right. V snickers.

I can't help but question V's existence. I already had six, well now five but I couldn't be so sure, people to make my life living hell so why, why was the mysterious voice in my head doing so as well?

I know that V can hear my internal thoughts so I am surprised when he stays silent.

"Taehyungie?"

I can feel my cheeks flush at the sound of my name on his lips, and I quickly glance down at my knees.

"Y-Yes?"

Jungkook coos as he tilts my chin upwards to meet his gaze with his index finger,"Awww, you look so cute when you're blushing."

My cheeks are practically flaming by now, and even as he removes his finger from my chin, I can feel them ghosting over my skin.

This is all an act. This is not real. He doesn't mean any of this.

I sigh deeply, and I slowly push myself further away from him. His lips curl downwards as he spots my movement, eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.

He doesn't say anything though, other than pursing his lips and looking away. A flash of hurt is displayed lightly against his eyes but it is gone before I can confirm what I had seen, instead replaced with an emotionless look.

Guilt tugs at my heartstrings at his dejected expression but I remind myself that what I am doing will help me in the future.

Selfish.

"You don't need to do that you know."he says gently.

I don't like this. I don't like the feeling of warmth and even something relative to spark, travelling over my chest.