Save me

Chapter III

Taehyung found himself staring at Jungkook. That boy had been acting a bit strange lately. Jungkook had always come home late these days. Jin-Hyung had noticed too.

Taehyung leaned in towards the fast asleep Jungkook. He smiled when he noticed drool slipping out of Jungkooks mouth. He wiped the saliva off and placed his head on Jungkooks shoulder. Taehyung could hear the quite thumps of Jungkooks heart and feel Jungkooks slow breathing brushing his skin. Taehyungs eyes felt so, so heavy.

'What the hell?'

The car then made a sudden stop. Namjoon frantically waved his hands in the air like a maniac, as he pushed the speeder.

'You know, I think you might've broken the speeder.' Jin pointed out. 'I told you, It should've been me who drove.'

Namjoon glared 'Like hell.'

'Oh, and don't curse Joonie.' Jin giggled.

'Shut up.'

Taehyung frowned as Jungkook blinked his eyes open. 'Huh? Are we there?' Jungkook mumbled as he glanced at Taehyung. Then his eyes turned wide as he bowed his head as if to say he was sorry and turned away to look out the window. Taehyung noticed the strange behavior but decided not to comment on it. If there really was a problem, Jungkook would talk about it. Right?

Jin and Namjoon had switched places. Ironically enough, the car started working. They would make it to the dance studio just on time. Taehyung lolled his head on Jungkooks shoulder and he closed his eyes.

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Jungkook felt something heavy on his shoulder. He turned his head and faced a sleeping Taehyung. It was quite strange actually. He was sure he'd just seen Taehyung-Hyung frown at him. Oh god. Taehyung-Hyung had frowned at him. Did he say something wrong? He shouldn't have said anything. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He made a mistake. Again. Always. So pathetic. Idiotic. More idiotic. Most idiotic.

Jungkook felt tears burning his eyes. He blinked them away. His hands were now engraved with red marks dug by his nails. Physical pain reduced mental pain.

'We're here!' Jin yelled, waking the very grumpy Yoongi from his nap. Jungkook jumped out of the car, meeting the fresh morning air. Taehyung had woken from the sudden movement. His face scrunched together in confusion. Jungkook couldn't help but smile. It was cute. Jungkook shook his head. He shouldn't think like that. Jungkook grabbed his bag and trudged to the entrance without waiting for the others. He wasn't worth their time.

Jungkook quickly changed into his training clothes as the others entered the dance room. He could feel their stares burning into his back. Jungkook gulped. Afraid, more afraid, most afraid. Jungkook some steps away from them. He then started warming up. 1 round, 2 rounds, 3 rounds. Run. 4 rounds, 5 rounds, 6 rounds. Hoseok followed. He tried to reach Jungkook. He couldn't. Jungkook wouldn't allow it. He ran faster, away from Hoseok. He couldn't breathe. Kaos. He had to get away.

'Jungkook.'

He stopped abruptly.

'Come on, let's start dancing. You've been running for an hour and a half now.' Jimin sounded worried.

'Oh.' Jungkook stated dumbfounded. He didn't know. It really only felt like a couple of minutes or an eternity. He didn't know.

Hoseok turned the music on. Fake love. They all hurried to their positions. 'Neol wihaeseoramyeon nan seulpeodo gippeun cheok hal suga isseosseo.'

Don't get it wrong.

Jungkook really tried, and yet somehow he still got himself tangled in the wrong movements. He could almost feel the disgust of the others. It was too much, he couldn't take this. Jungkook ran out the door and burst into tears. He slammed the toilet door and locked it. He slid down the door with his hands covering his face. His sobs weren't pretty. Pain and frustration were all jumbled together. They punched and ripped through his muscles and bones. The world was a blur. The taste, the smell.

Everything was gone.

Jungkook found himself calming down at the thought. A feeling of numbness washed over him. His hands fell limply on the ground. He smiled for the first time in a long time, tears still streaming down his face.

What if he was gone?