Taehyung POV I slowly opened my eyes to the blue atmosphere of mr room , I looked on my phone to see the time , it read 4:51am. It's been about a week since the ... yeah. I've been telling the boys I didn't want to leave my bed because of my ankle, but I was lying . I didn't want to get out of bed because I didn't want to face reality. Face y/n.
Everyone is saying she is up and okay but I can't bring myself to believe them , and even if I did , I wouldn't want to know what she probably has to say to me. My stomach growled since I hadn't been eating any of the food they have been giving me and they knew it , I had an odd glass of water every now and again but only to survive . I've lost A LOT of wait , I fact this is the skinniest I've ever been but I can't help it . Eating just doesn't seem...right?
I just feel like I don't deserve it. At this point though , without food I wouldn't make it so I took the right staircase and headed downstairs.
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The bright lights shone on my colourless , pale face as my weak legs carried me down step by step, holding the handrail for support. To my surprise , it wasn't actually dark downstairs , actually all the lights were on.
Strange
No one ever left the lights on at night?
I got to the bottom of the stairs and made my way across the foyer to come into fire with the kitchen and meeting room. I had no worries about attacks or anything since we had the best security and it was almost impossible to get into here . I headed toward the kitchen to hear something being smashed down on a table , I shot my head around to the door of the meeting room next to the kitchen. All the boys were sat around the table , namjoon standing up looking really pissed which was unusual since he was normally the peacemaker. I made my way over to the glass and pulled door.
"Taehyung?"
"I thought you couldn't get out of bed?"
"Not important" I bluntly answered pulling the hood of my head .
"How are you feeling?" The innocent , young voice asked .
"Also not important but thanks. What's really important is what's going on? And don't say nothing just because of my state, namjoon is getting angry there has to be something bad? Especially if yoongi is sacrificing his sleep for a meeting."
The tension grew thicker as they looked at each other , gulping. I could tell they didn't want to say anything but at the end of the day , we're in this all together . We have been since we were responsible of ourselves. I remember our first day , the day we were given our name , the day we were put into business ; having no idea how dangerous and unsafe this life would be. We just wanted the cash . Years later and were known as the most powerful mafia in Asia , we had cover ups of students and the hospital but apart from that we hid away. It created too much risk for us to make ourselves popular , fitting in as normal students was difficult enough , having to come up with excuses as to why we were randomly called out of lectures , it's gotten to the point where we pay the teachers to not ask any questions.
Namjoon cleared his through , bringing all the attention to him.
