Not only one, but two! <Taegikook>

Fall Out

Trigger warning: Car Crash

3rd POV

They all lived their own lives that weekend. Taehyung with his 'perfect' family, Jungkook with his father and mother and Yoongi with his friends.

They all forgot about texting, to immersed in their own problems and answers. They forgot to update each other on their day. Forgot about each other.

When the weekend was finally done they still had no thought of each other. Only Taehyung was finally in a normal-ish state of mind after getting home. He found that he had enjoyed solitude whilst he was with his family.

Yoongi on the other hand had been out and about almost daily that weekend whether he had liked it or not. His friends taking him to the park and the cinema. He hadn't been alone other than at night. And those nights he had not been able to sleep.

Jungkook had been by his fathers side all weekend. Smiling and talking, laughing and crying. He wasn't sad, no he had been happier than ever that weekend and his night weren't clouded by bad thoughts. His mind and dreams had been taken over by his family by his side. Primarily his father.

So when they got back to school. Back to their classes, even those they did share, they kept to themselves. Taehyung sat by his friend Jimin, Jungkook with his friends Yugyeom and Minghao and Yoongi sat with his friends. They only glanced at each other but never actually spoke.

It was scaring Yoongis friends, Taehyungs friend and Jungkooks friends. So they all got together to help them talk to each other again. And it all started in the hallway of the college on a Thursday when the three boys were in a class together.

"So... what has happened between them?" Was the first anyone said, it was Namjoon ever the leader. "We all know that Taehyung and Jungkook are inseparable and they got Yoongi-hyung to join their weird relationship, yet they've gone around avoiding each other."

"I think it's maybe because they haven't spoken? I know Tae-tae was with his family this weekend," Jimin piped up before going back to thinking what could possibly have done so that even Yoongi and Jungkook had stopped talking.

"You think so?" Yugyeom asked "I know that Jungkook has been really excited since his father is getting better but I don't see that as a reason to stop talking to Yoongi-hyung and Taehyung-hyund..." After Yugyeom had sid this Seokjin opened his own mouth to say something.

"Namjoon, Hoseok and I have been out with Yoongi most of the weekend but he was alone most of the nights... He could have spoken to them at that point but knowing him he either stayed up thinking something stupid about himself or falling asleep."

They all pondered for a bit before they all startled by the sound of the doors to the classrooms opening. Once the doors were open students began pouring out and the small group that had formed had to bid each other goodbye on a promise to keep each other updated.

The loud crowd dispersed and there stood Yoongi by himself.

Yoongi 3rd POV

He didn't like this silence. Sure he enjoyed things that were quiet and calm but that didn't include the silence that followed with being left alone. He had seen how Namjoon and the others had begun acting suspicious eyeing him, Taehyung and Jungkook all week. He didn't like being excluded even if he put up a front of not caring about anything.

He was even more irritated about the fall out of him and the two kind boys. He was scared he had done something to push them away, that he had said something that they hadn't liked. He really should work on his people skills.

He slowly made his way to his dorm. His mind going straight to the bad thoughts as they always did when he was alone. He didn't see where he was going and before he knew it he heard the screams.

The screams of "Look Out!"

But he didn't hear them and he only heard the loud 'Crash' as he felt his body crumple. His breathing stopped, his eyes widened and his ears picking up on the screams around him. He didn't get to go to the ground before his vision drew blank. His body falling limp.

He had been hit. And no one he knew was around him.

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He was swimming around in darkness. He had no one near him, nothing really. He wasn't breathing. There was no air to breathe.

He couldn't hear, couldn't speak, couldn't see. He was lost in the darkness with nothing but his thoughts. And boy did he think. He was thinking of all his faults. All his problems, all the answers he didn't have. He wanted nothing more than a confirmation on his questions.

He began thinking of the kind boys. The ones he had met at a party and had cuddled with. The boys who had called him nicknames, teased him, made him blush more than anyone else had. He thought about the week that had passed, the week were he felt ignored. A week of self doubt.

He didn't want to mull over the thought that they had grown tired of him. But he couldn't stop his mind. He couldn't stop the harsh words his mind threw at him. He couldn't stop it from imagining the worst case scenario.

So his thoughts slowly made him see his own faults as well as the kind boys' faults. He couldn't stop the harsh thoughts. He couldn't stop the resentment slowly easing its way into his mind. He couldn't stop his mind from making him dislike them.

And his mind didn't stop supplying hateful words, not the harsh words against himself but the kind boys as well. Not when he slowly began getting feeling back. Not when his body began responding.

It didn't stop when he opened his eyes.

And there he was, lying in a hospitalbed. His head throbbing and hands in casts. He laid there for a bit before he registered that he was awake. And that there were people fussing over him. Both nurses, doctors and his family.

And he couldn't stop the words from spilling from his mouth. He couldn't close it before the words fell out and he couldn't gather them again.

"I don't like them..."

It were four simple words that were confusing for everyone around him but he knew what they meant. He knew that they were implemented into his mind, by his mind. he stared out at the white wall in front of him before he was being asked questions left and right.

"How is your head?" "Honey what do you mean?" "Son are you okay?!" "Can you feel your arms? Your legs?" And so on. He couldn't concentrate. His mind a bunch of mixed words. Thoughts contradicting themselves.

He didn't want to be awake anymore. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to be cuddled by the kind boys again. But as Yoongi had said. He didn't like them anymore.

They had left him for a whole week. Left him to his dark thoughts. Had left him with no closure. He didn't like isolation. He didn't like being left alone for days.

So yeah Yoongi might have liked them but that didn't mean he would forgive them for leaving him alone all those days. As he had said in his bleary state of mind. He had liked them.

It was past tense.

He didn't like them so much anymore. Maybe he never will again.

He fell asleep like that, in a hospitalbed, monitors beeping, heartbeat slowed with slumber and his thoughts roaming around his head saying things he didn't know if they were false og true.

He didn't know anymore. He didn't like not knowing.

He didn't like This.

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