Happy? M.YG X BTS

2

'Isn't the sky so pretty? Unlike you.'

I sigh and that catches the attention of Taehyung, who was right beside me in the van, on our way to dance practice.

"What are you sighing about Yoongi? You don't have anything to sigh about."
I just closed my eyes and lean my head against the window. 'This is going to be a long day.'

My body aches, every bone groaning in protest as I dance to one of our songs.

I look down at my feet for just a split second, my head spinning. My foot slips and I go tumbling into Hoseok, landing with a groan and him on top of me.

I look up into his eyes for a second before carefully pushing him off and quickly standing back up. I knew what I saw in his eyes, something I was expecting.
Disgust.
Of course, he has a reason to be disgusted with me, but that doesn't make me want to cry any less. Even though I'm a fat, ugly, worthless, nothing, useless bitch, doesn't mean that they have to remind me of it.
My eyes widen when I feel a hand grab my shoulder and spin me around, away from Hoseok.
It was Jimin.
"Say sorry! Its very rude not to, Yoongi, you messed the dance up too!"
They didn't even use honorifics with me anymore.
I guess that shows just how much respect they have for me.
I turn towards Hoseok and look down at my shoes.
"I'm sorry Hoseok."
He just walks away and restarts the music, which someone shut off earlier when I fell.
I got back into my position, between Namjoon and Hoseok.
Here we go again.

~time skip~

Our dance instructor, JiLin Hyung, pulled me aside when practice was over.
"Yoongi, you need to work on your dance. Even though we have been having more practices, youve only been declining in your dance level. I need you to work harder, maybe come in early or stay late some days."
By the end of his little speech, tears we gathered in my eyes, but I just blinked them away before looking up from my shoes.
"Ok Hyung, I'll try harder."
My voice shook, but he didn't catch it.
"Good, good. You're free to stay late tonight if you want, I'll be leaving now."
I nodded my head in response, heading back over to the center of the room and having JiLin Hyung restart the music playlist for me.
He walked out, and I got to work.

~another time skip to about 5 hours later~

My body hurt even more than before, every muscle screaming in protest as I walked home. I didn't call for a ride because, well, I need the excersize, don't I?
As I finally reach the dorms, I open the door quietly, seeing as it is nearly 10 o'clock at night, thinking that everyone would be asleep by now.
But no, there's a loud chatter coming from the living room.
"God, Yoongi is sooooo annoying!" Jimin.
"I know right! His voice is too deep. Like, TaeTae Hyungs voice is a nice kind of deep, but Yoongis voice... Uck." Jungkook, his tone disgusted as he talked about me.
"I don't even understand why he's even in the group. He can't dance." Hoseok.
"Or sing or even rap good." Namjoon.
"And he's ugly" Jin.
"And fat." Jimin.
"Wow, we're discribing him perfectly! He acts as if his life is sooo bad, but in reality, its really nice. I doubt he ever got denyed want he wanted." Taehyung said.

Wow, I was right. They really do hate me.

My thoughts overwhelmed me as I settled into a blank expression.
I walked past the living room to get to the stairs.
Everyone's eyes were on me, my emptieness.
I looked each of them directly in the eyes for a few seconds, and then turned and climbed the stairs as fast as my legs would let me.

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Wow, so that's the second chapter! Sorry if I end up not updating every day, ill try, and hopefully ill get some readers soon!
To everyone reading this,
Have a great day, month, year, life!
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