Destin [ON HOLD]

T W E N T Y - S I X

Taehyung's POV.

He's uncomfortable.

His cheeks are flushed an adorable red, hands twisting nervously in his lap and eyes far from mine.

My eyes zone in on his bottom lip that is tucked neatly under his bunny-like teeth that I had been rather fond of, an unreasonable sudden urge to mould my lips with his, squirming at my gut.

Jungkook's confession the night before remains bold in my mind, his ears skimming over the shell of my ear, fingers dancing across the exposed skin of my hip.

I shiver, his touches still clear as light against my skin.

I love you.

It wasn't possible.

Maybe he was just caught in the midst of things?

Maybe he meant he loved me as a friend?

Maybe he wasn't even thinking properly in the first place?

Maybe this was one of his many tricks that I would be naive enough to fall into?

For it wasn't normal, nor reasonable to fall in love with someone like me.

Who would love me?

My parents left me, disgusted at the sight of such child, abandoning me in this streets, the strange smells and noises too much for a baby.

The members hated me, for I was simply a burden and disturbance in their steady rise to fame.

ARMY...

Even them. [WE LOVE U TAE STFU]

I'm not deaf to the whispers of the fandom, the snickers of alien and oddness in my personality blooming against the pages of hearts all meant for the members but me.

I was strange.

They weren't wrong.

I didn't deserve a place on this earth.

I was an alien. A freak.

A useless piece of trash.

"Tae?"

It's Jungkook sweet voice that pulls me out of my self hate, eyebrows pinched in concern as he edges closer to me.

My breath hitches as our fingers brush against each other, eyes locking with the other.

"Y-Yes?"

He purses his lips, dark orbs seeming to peel away my masks as if inspecting me closely.

I want to squirm under his steady gaze, unravelling me from my clenched frame, pulling away the threads of strings.

His voice is cold and firm as he speaks, eyes darkening.

"Show me them."

Fear clutches at my heart, mind darting to my scared arms.

Disgust at myself strikes a deep chord within me, the ugly slashes worsening my already dishevelled state.

So instead I play dumb, voice cracking as I inch away from the increasingly furious maknae, "W-What?"

An enraged huff falls from his lips and his long fingers reach out, pulling me roughly into his lap, lips pulled back in a sinister frown.