HIM{A Kim Taehyung/V Fanfiction} Book 1

CHAPTER 11: Stay Away

    His eyes stayed glued to mine, he didn't open his mouth to say a word, and neither did I.
    I found him moving his eyes down my face, and my cheeks began to turn pink.
    Suddenly we heard a loud swish from the vines. We both looked toward that direction to see Jungkook, face filled with fury.

    He marched up to us, grabbed me by the arm, and yanked me away from Taehyung.
    "Fuck, Jungkook! You're hurting me!" I cried out.
    Then Taehyung did the unpredicted.
    He got up from the bench and pulled me away from Jungkook. His glare could kill a hundred men.
    "You heard her," he said, his voice filled with hatred. "You're hurting her."
    Jungkook growled. "Me hurting her is a lot better than you breaking her!" He shouted, pushing Taehyung.
    Taehyung fell onto the side of the piano, and he didn't try to walk away from it. Instead, he looked down and didn't say a word.
    I backed up, not sure of what to do.
    "We found her first, Taehyung, so stay away from her!"
    "Am I an object?!" I shouted angrily. "Jungkook, what's wrong with you? I found him! And do not speak of who found who first, because I can do whatever I want for myself!"
    Jungkook looked at me, his eyes softened. "You don't understand, Mei. I'm not doing this because I want to, it's for your ow-"
    "I don't want to hear it," I interrupted. "He has done nothing to hurt me, yet. Why are you behaving like this to him? What exactly did he do? Why have you reacted so evil to him?"
    "Like I said," he replied, aggravated, "you don't understand."
    "And how am I to understand if none of you guys are willing to tell me?"
    He stood there. Not saying anything. Taehyung still sat there, but he was looking up at me, surprised.

    "Let's just go Jungkook, but don't do anything to Taehyung again." I said, frustrated.
    Jungkook nodded. And silently led the way out.
    I looked back before going through the vines. Taehyung didn't look at me, but he didn't look down either. He stayed in the same position.
    I quietly mumbled, "Sorry, mean bean" before leaving.

    After gathering everyone and heading back home in the limo, Jungkook brought my meeting with Taehyung up to the group.
    "You what?!" Shouted Jin, staring at me with worry. Yoongi was passed out on his shoulder, and he whined. "Do you not get what 'let's drop the subject' means?"
    I crossed my arms. "Why can't I find out what happened to him?" I tested. Jimin sat at the other side of the limo, had a blind fold on his eyes so he didn't get frisky again. Hoseok was beside him, completely normal, turns out he has a strong stomach for alcohol.
   "You must understand," cut in Hoseok, "that we tell you to stop for a reason. If you dig too far then you could seriously mess him up."
    I furrowed my brows. "What?"
    "Taehyung was never one to dig up past memories." Said Namjoon, crossing his arms. "He showed us that much."
    I went silent, and I finally realized something.
    "You guys. . .were-"
    "His friends," finished Jungkook, "Yes, we were his friends."
    The tense atmosphere had become melancholy, and I felt a rush of overwhelming shock as I stared at their saddened eyes.
    "Oh my God," I said, looking down with fury. "Why didn't you guys ever tell me?"
    "Because we knew you'd wanted answers," Said Jin, "when Jimin and Yoongi introduced you to us we felt memories creep back in. Because of the almost identical resemblance you have to Rasha, we knew Taehyung would mistakably compare you to her."
    "If you ever developed feelings for him," continued Namjoon, "we didn't want you to go through that pain. He loves Rasha, and you looking like her would just hurt you if you two got together because he wouldn't be thinking if you. He'd be thinking about Rasha."
    "If you're really willing to hear the rest," Said Hoseok, "we can tell you more. I think it's time we finally let you in."
    I thought for a minute. I needed to think about what I was just told here.
    "Just one more question." I said.
    Jin nodded.
    "What do you mean by mess Taehyung up?" My voice was quiet with concern.
    "We mean that he will probably think that Rasha is alive after all. He will assume things, and his mind will most likely twist things up to make seem like Rasha was always with him." Jin answered.
    "What happened to Rasha?" I asked.
    Namjoon shook his head. "You Said only one more question for right now. You can ask more at a later time."
    "Plus," added Hoseok. "It's not us you should be asking an answer for that question."
    "But I'm supposed to be away from Taehyung," I said, "how could I ask him?"
    "Maybe it's a question you just can't find out about." Said Jungkook.
    I peered at Jungkook, pain written all over his face. I now understood and placed my hand on his back.
    "You weren't just doing it for my good," I told him, "you were doing it for his, too."
    He nodded. "I didn't want him know that we still cared for him. We hate Taehyung deep to the bone, but it hasn't seeped into our heart, and inside our heart, he is still our brother."