UNKNOWN | Taekook✔️

Ch. Ten

Taehyung's POV

I stepped up to Mason Stone as he was walking on the sidewalk, making his way to his house. I had waited until after school for him to walk off of campus before doing anything.

"Mason Alexander Stone," I grabbed his bag, pulled him backwards, and pushed him against a tree. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

He smirked at me. "Whatcha want, Kim?"

I squinted my eyes at him and pushed him harder against the tree, causing him to furrow his eyebrows at me. "What's wrong?" He smirked even more as his head hung low. "Didn't like what you saw earlier?" He asked.

I wrapped my hand around his neck and made him look up at me. He started gasping for air as I held on tighter. "Nobody liked seeing your fucking mouth on Jungkook, Mason. It wasn't fucking real and it wasn't even fucking worth the ass beating you're about to get, either." I let go of his neck.

I flung him to the ground and stomped on his hand, seeing it being pressed into the ground. "Fuck- Stop!" He yelled. I pressed harder and heard his hand make a cracking noise.

I cringed at the sound of the bone cracking, not even meaning to do it. I merely shrugged and took my foot away. Was that too much?

"Admit that you did it to everyone- or else." I said as I walked away nonchalantly. The sound of his bone cracking kept replaying in my head.

Ew.

I had never broken anybody's bone before, and the foreign feeling left me sad- in a way.

Is that really what I've become?

Being completely rude or mean to people and beating them up is a different story, but getting so mad that I break someone's bone? How?

Why was I even that mad?

I frowned and took out my phone, wanting to rant to the only person I had ever ranted to.

Me
I did smtn stupid

Unknown
Plz tell me it's not too bad

Me
:)

Unknown
You really need to be careful.

Idk what you did but anything that you do can leave bad impressions and they can even hurt you sometimes

Plz be more considerate about things

I frowned at the phone and thought about what they said. I never consider things. They told me to be careful, but I never am.

I've always been careless.

I walked back to school even though it was already done for the day. It had been a while since I walked into the art room. During freshman year, I quit going. I found it hard to sit there and enjoy art like I wanted to when I was being forced to do it by a teacher.