Destin [ON HOLD]

T W E N T Y - F I V E

Taehyung's POV.

A deafening silence echos around the studio.

It's Jimin.

He's sprawled against the floorboards in exaggerated pain, legs tucked neatly underneath him as he clutches his elbow, face contorted into immense hurt.

"Oh my god."he groans, squeezing his eyes shut and gasping for air as he rubs the bone of his elbow.

I notice that the small puddle of water is a good couple of metres away from his fallen limbs, the orange haired boy seeming to have fallen without the aid of any liquid.

However, his story proves my thoughts wrong as he fixes me with an accusing glare, a finger outstretched as if quivers lightly airborne.

"You."he snarls, "You stood there long enough to create a mess, knowing that I'd move there for my next position!"

The members faces transfer from disbelieving to angered in a matter of seconds, heads nodding firmly at the truthful piece of information from the distressed male below them.

I stare openly at the oldest of the maknae line, heart strumming loudly as I fall to my knees beside him, hands brushing against his elbow.

You hurt him. V accuses. You hurt your best friend. You ruin everything.

Tears form at my eyes, the fact that I had been the cause of my best friend's pain digging roughly at my gut.

"I'm so sorry."I whisper, voice trembling, fingers caressing the pale skin, "Does this hurt? Do you need anything? I'm so so s-sorry - "

"Get away from me!"he shrieks, shoving my body away.

I am taken aback at the strength of the push, hip joining the floor, pain striking my side as I swallow back a gasp, tears brimming at my eyes.

"Hey! Watch it!"

Loud footsteps make their way beside me, strong hands gripping under my armpits as I am lifted tenderly from the floorboards, back resting against a hard chest.

Jungkook's lips brush over my ear as he runs gentle fingers down my side, "You okay?"

Blood thumps in my ears, a pink hue dusting my cheeks as I nod meekly, restraining a flinch as he applies the slightest of pressure against my hip.

"You don't need to fake your pity, Jungkook."Hoseok's loud voice travels across the room from where he is standing, a heavy scowl tugging at his lips.

His grip around my waists tightens, fingers digging into the tender flesh of my hips as he growls lowly.

Tears sting at my eyes as I bite my lip, afraid to release the cry of pain from the dark haired boy's harsh grip.

"I'm not faking anything."

Hoseok raises a disbelieving eyebrow, a scoff falling from his lips, "Don't lie to yourself Jungkook. We know you well."

If I had thought that his grip hadn't pained before, it certainly did now, shirt fisted in his hands and nails scratching against my hip.

"You don't know anything about me!"

I flinch at the volume of his words, the boy behind me seeming to have not noticed.