Destin [ON HOLD]

T W E N T Y - E I G H T

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Taehyung's POV.

It's stranger.

Terrifying even, to witness the member's unusually kind behaviour.

Their regular taunting and string of insults lessened to quiet pinches of indirect snarls.

Namjoon seemed to be making the largest turn, Jin standing proudly at his side as he swaps his cruel demeanour to a gentle nudges of feedback.

Jimin had shattered his picture of a vicious man, appearing now as a reserved boy who smiles gently every time I set my eyes upon his short figure.

Yoongi had crumpled away his stone barriers, his hateful glares dispersing into accepting nods, a small grin tugging at his pale lips.

Hoseok however seemed to shrivel in guilt, his usual brightening smile towards the others but me dampening into a forced grin, his eyes a mystery of hidden emotions.

The members never approached me, all watching from the distance, a thoughtful experience upon each of their faces as if they were picking apart the muddled strings of their regrets.

I had not expected such behaviour towards me, barring myself for the onslaught of shouts.

I was a mess of queries, all impatiently it's turn of unravelling.

When I had pointed the members unusual behaviours to Jungkook he had only smile knowingly, a flicker of guilt sparking across his midnight eyes, the emotion disappearing as quick as it came, making me doubt whether or not I had simply been seeing things.

It's all so new. All too much.

I want to scream. Shout. Ask them why? What changed?

Why, suddenly, out of nowhere did they take a full a hundred and eighty, cold glares dispersing into blooming smiles?

But instead I stay quiet, biting my tongue as Jimin settles down beside me, our legs brushing against each other in the minimum space of the two seats.

He avoids eye contact, a hopeful grin tugging at his lips as he gazes at me under his eyelashes as if he were asking for my permission on whether he was allowed to sit beside me.

My hand itches to press against his forehead, fearful of the heat it would meet. Their behaviour was completely bizarre. Surely this must be a dream I am seeing, another one of my futile fantasies?

Pale fingers skim over my forearm, nipping harshly at the unsuspecting skin, red blooming over the patch of white almost immediately after the assault. I wince, arm darting away from my fingers as if I were bitten.

So if it were not a dream, what was this?

Was it some cruel joke they six were playing on me? Something that they were chortling at behind the scenes?

The thought seems rather believable in my eyes as Jimin shifts in the seat, slender fingers holding the darkened screen of the expensive phone, the device flourishing to life, sensors detecting the raise of its fragile body.

My stomach churns uncomfortably at his wallpaper, the six members huddled around the third youngest who raises the camera high above them, showcasing the restaurant behind them, all wearing wide grins.

I can't help but notice my absence in the image, jealousy and isolation burning at my skin as I quickly divert my eyes from the picture, glassy with restrained tears.

Stop being a crybaby. You should be happy that the members are happy, you selfish jerk. V snaps.

I bow my head, a single tear falling from my eyelashes, "I'm sorry."

I almost forget that there is a person beside me, my eyes widening as I jerk my head up, my gaze darting  to the man beside me.

Jimin is watching me with equally wide eyes, cherry lips parted in a soft 'o', "Who are you talking to Tae?"

Don't call me that.

He visually flinches, head ducking as if he were a scolded puppy. Horror clutches at my chest as I realise that I had voiced my inner thoughts vocally.

"I'm s-sorry!"I say hurriedly, bony hands clasping at his wrists, "I didn't mean that!"

On the seat beside us, Jungkook watches us warily, eyes alert as if he were awaiting his turn to step in.

Jimin tenses, and suddenly I am afraid that he will punch me for touching him, my skin prickling with discomfort as I curl my body away from his reach, eyelashes heavy tears and head bowed to the floor.

"I'm sorry for t-touching you."I say, speech broken from fear, "Please do not hit m-me."

A sense of déjà vu washes over me as I await the feeling of a burning upon my left shoulder blade, the pain still yet to come.

Just like with Jungkook, I raise my chin slowly until I am gazing into Jimin's charcoal eyes.

"Oh Tae..."he whispers, eyes glassy with unshed tears, "Oh TaeTae."

Strong arms are suddenly encasing me in a tight grip, stubby fingers caressing the strands of brown that tickled at my neck, my thin frame pressed against his.

I try not to notice that anger that flares in Jungkook's eyes, the said man watching us witch narrowed eyes, letting out loud huff as he turns around.

"I'm s-sorry."

It's Jimin who is apologising, his face pressed tightly against my neck as he cries.

"I'm so sorry."

You made him cry. You don't deserve him.

It's not V. It's me. It's is I, who whispers the insults at myself, snaking around my feeble barriers and hissing with venom.

My neck is moist with the older's tears, his fingers now pulling at my shirt as he sobs with misery, my hands unconsciously drawing soothing circles upon his back in a way to calm him down.

The members are too pre occupied with the booming of the music in the van, or the game presented upon their personal device to take notice in the sentimental moment at the back.

And for some reason I am thankful. I want to to appreciate my rare moment with Jimin without the disturbance of the others.

So I allow myself to relax, drinking in the comfort of the other, knowing soon such comfort would not exist.