Shadow Dancing | K.TH

Bonus: Perfection

"Tzuyu!" Jimin yells, making me jump in surprise. His voice is shrill and scorning, and I look at him with wide eyes as he waves his arms furiously at me.

"That's not the right case!"

I'm still stunned as he snatches the mold away from my hands, throwing it back into the pile and picking out another one.

He looks at me with an annoyed expression, and I swallow back a lump in my throat as he waves me off.

"Go away. You're being more trouble than actually helping."

I bite my lip as confusion and anger courses through me, hotter than fire. Couldn't he have been nicer?

And I was certain that it was the right mold. Was he just trying to spite me?

Leaving Jimin to his bullets, I start trudging off to someone else when another high voice echoes loudly through my ears.

"Tzuyu! Can you run to the mailbox for a quick second?"

Hoseok?

I stare at him in puzzlement when he flaps his arms for me to hurry.

"But we don't have a mailbox."

He sighs in frustration as he angrily turns away, muttering something about me being stupid. The corners of my eyes sting when I watch his back in even deeper confusion.

What was going on?

Why was everyone being so mean to me?

Hoseok would never call someone stupid. He was just too nice- he usually evaded saying the word like his life depended on it.

What had made him change his mind?

Deciding that the kind maknae couldn't possibly make me feel any worse than I already felt, I head over to the one and only Jeon Jungkook, who is currently cooking.

Or, I guess, trying to cook.

There was smoke coming out of the oven, the fire too hot. Jungkook is sweating and swearing as he tries to save what is left of the roast beef, frustration clear in his features.

"Here," I offer, dialing down the heat to a low temperature. I'm about to open the oven to take out the burnt remains when Jungkook slaps my hand away.

"No, no, no!" He cries as he slams the oven door shut again. "Don't mess with it, Noona!"

"But it's burning in there," I remark, hinting at the trails of dark smoke. "If you don't take it out soon, it's going to make the whole house smell like fire."

"It's fine," He says angrily, making me take a step back and question my life decisions. "Just go away, please. I don't need your help."

I widen my eyes as I wave at the mess of a kitchen he'd made. "Um, I think you really need help. Don't you see-"

"I don't care about what you think."

Jungkook growls, and my shoulders automatically slump. The words I'd meant to say lie forgotten in the back of my mind, clouded with shock and stinging numbness.

My head falls, and tears sting in the corners of my eyes.

But I force it back down.

It was unthinkable to even think that I could just break down in front of all these stares, crying myself into a mess just because I'd been yelled at a couple times.