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n o  p o v

Taehyungs day started out average. A bright sun in his small, little room woke him. He had smiled happily, thinking of the late night talks he spent with Yoongi. They talked of anything, and quite literally everything from Taehyungs aspirations to Yoongis little grocery store.

They talked of vegetables and fruits.

They talked of relationships.

He was greedy for more conversations. Wanting to here the olders deep, raspy voice. He paced his room for what seemed like an eternity before thinking, screw it.

So when Taehyung decided to call Yoongi, that only made his day brighter as they shared more conversations.

His mood basically went from beyond happy, to beyond ecstatic.

It was so pristine. So, so perfect.

Everything was perfect.

But perfection doesn't last forever, even though deep down, they knew perfection will never be there. It just felt like it was.

In the end, when their call had ended, both a bit disappointed but looking forward till their next meet up, Taehyung got ready for his little singing gig.

And boy, was he in for a sweet treat.

t a e h y u n g

   I rushed out my apartment door, not before yelling a goodbye to Jimin and Jungkook. They both had the day off.

Lucky.

But I suppose I was also lucky, I had a wonderful night.

And that almost never happens, even though I like to believe I make everything wonderful.

Sounds kind of self-centered, but that's not true.

So I rush to the tiny cozy coffee place, wanting to get there on time. I had stayed a little bit too long talking to Yoongi, but man, I wouldn't change a thing. Like literally, it's the best talking to him.

His deep voice.

Gently cold eyes.

His cute aroma, even though he'll never admit it.

If me and him were in a relationship I'd definitely top.

I shake my head vigorously erasing that thought from my head.

Stupid me.

As I got to the coffee shop, I walked inside greeting one of the waitresses, Misook.

Misook smiles brightly waving, "Hey Tae!"

"Hey girl!"

She laughs, "Please never say that again."

I laugh, "Fine fine, how's work?"

"Work Taehyung. It sucks."

"Eh, I suppose."

"That's right you wouldn't know because you don't work," she says leaning on the counter.

I chuckle, "I sing here."

She huffs, "But you actually enjoy that."

"Well, it is my dream."

"You better get started doing that dream before boss kicks your ass."

I laugh once again, "You're probably right."

As I get to my little area setting up, a rush of comfort comes over me. When I'm here, singing, everything just seems so surreal and sweet. It's almost surprising how much it can do to you. The lyrics, the rhythm, the instruments, just the way things flow make me feel so unbelievably happy. It's calming.

So as I start singing, the people in the small coffee shop bring their voices down to a whisper.

I had been singing for about thirty minutes, of course taking breaks in between songs, letting people come in and out.

Necessarily, I don't care if they think I'm good or not. As long as a I think I'm good enough, I'll be okay.

That is, if I didn't just watch Hoseok drag Yoongi away, by his hand, from the little coffee shop window.

They were hand in hand, walking by, smiling like crazy.

Happy, they were.

Happy, I was not.

They, they were the ones who were holding hands. Jealousy took control over my body.

This could all be a misunderstanding.

I suddenly stopped singing.

But it's not. They're probably together. It would make since, Yoongi and Hoseoks closeness. But Hoseok said they weren't together...

Maybe it's all a lie.

I shook my head, tears threatening to spill. I was about to sing again before some guy with dark hair groans.

"If you're about to sing again, please don't, your voice is so annoying."

I was taken aback by the insult, "W-What~"

Some lady with red hair interrupts, "He's right. I'm trying to study. So like, just go somewhere else."

"But~"

"You heard them, go," another person said before adding, "Your voice sucks."

Misook comes from behind the counter, "Could you all just shut up? This is where he sings, and he's going to fucking do that so like please piss off."

The dark hair guy just shakes his head, "Little lady, admit it, you don't want to listen to his voice either. I thought we were suppose to have good customer service here."

Misook puffs in annoyance, "First off, I'm not a little lady. In fact, I'm perfectly capable of beating your ass. And secondly, we have wonderful customer service, and a wonderful taste in music so like, leave."

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice our boss watching things unfold. The dark hair male seems to take notice of my staring, motioning boss over.

"Do we have a problem?" My boss says.

The dark haired male nods eagerly while Misook and I shake our heads.

Our boss eyes each of us down, asking, "Well what is?"

The male smirks, "I just want to have a peaceful time in the coffee shop. So, when this guy stopped singing, I was at peace. But he started singing again, and my head started aching so I asked him to stop. And well, he just wanted to sing more. Then this girl is just a bitch," he says points at Misook.

Misook gawks, "Am not!"

"Misook, back to your position. We'll talk later." Boss says.

Her face was flustered from anger, but nods meekly before giving me a sympathetic look mouthing sorry.

Boss looks to me and swallows, looking back at the dark haired male. "Well I suppose Taehyung can stop singing."

My jaw flys open. Is boss seriously telling me off? She's never done this before. My heart clenches in my chest, "What? But you said that I could sing here! I'm not even getting paid!"

"Well kid, maybe that's the problem, you're not good enough to get paid," the male intertwines.

Boss shakes her head, "Taehyung, you know just as much as I do that I never had to pay you. You said this is just a starting point."

"But you can't just get rid of me just because of one person."

"But there's more kid, so leave, nobody wants you here," the male says once again.

Boss shakes her head about to speak, but I interrupt, "You know, maybe you're just fucking right! Maybe I'm not good enough! Maybe everything I've ever done, tried, is all just a waste because I fucking suck!" I yell, my eyes becoming glossy.

"You're right," the dark hair male mumbles while smirking. I shake my head violently, while heading out the door hearing Misook calling after me as well as boss.

Why does everything suck? Why can't I be good enough? I'm not good enough to sing...

I'm not good enough for Jimin to pay attention to me...

And I'm not good enough for him. Because he's with Hoseok.

What am I good at then?

Being fucking problematic.

n o  p o v

Taehyung rushes back to his apartment. His head was clouded with dark thoughts and his heart was shattered. Basically, he was not in a good place at the moment.

In his eyes, everything that he thought was good was falling apart. Like it was being ripped from him, as  well, he thought it was as painful as hell.

He was frustrated, to say. Frustrated from not doing things right. From messing things up. To him, he screwed everything up.

Because he was not good enough.

But that of course is not true, his thoughts were just too crowded to see that.

Taehyung arrived at his small apartment, fiddling with his keys to unlock the door. His face was red, streaked with tears, and his hand shakes violently. He fumbled with his silver keys trying to reach the one that unlocked the door.

His hands were shaking so badly causing the keys to slip out, making Taehyung let out a sob of frustration. He banged his fist on the door, hoping Jimin was there. The poor boy needed to be comforted.

Jimin, on the other hand, was enjoying his time with Jungkook and was quite annoyed when he heard a loud banging at the door, knowing it was his friend Taehyung. Who else would it be? Things were beginning to get steamy, and quite frankly he didn't want those "steamy" things to end.

So he groaned internally dragging his feet to the door while Jungkook awkwardly sat If from his previous position. He cracked the front door open just a little to see a glossy eyed Taehyung.

But of course, he didn't realize.

"Taehyung, why are you home so early?" Jimin asked, still not opening the door all the way.

"Jimin," Taehyung sounded exhausted, "L-let me in."

He tried to push through but Jimin stopped so, "Taehyung, please can you leave me and Jungkook alone for a while? We were just about to have... fun."

Taehyung shook his head baffled, "Can't you see I'm in a fucking bad mood? Open the door!"

"Taehyung Please!" Jimin pleaded.

"For fucks sake open the damn door!" Taehyung yelled, trying to push it open. Though Jimin was small, he could still manage the door.

"What's going on?" Jungkook  asked meekly behind Jimin.

"Not now Kook!" Jimin yelled. Jungkook shook slightly.

"I think we should~" he started but Jimin cut him off,

"Taehyung you're always here! I never get to spend any time with my boyfriend because you're always either moping about your damn love life or ranting about your stupid dreams! Open your eyes Tae, it's never going to happen, you're just to oblivious to see that you're not good enough!"

Taehyung stepped back and stopped pushing on the door, making Jimin stumble. Jimins eyes widened, realizing what he had just, he opened the door to finally see the other boy fully. His face was red, streaked with shiny tears, more falling out. He was breathing heavily, hurt taking over his expression from his previous angry state.

"T-Tae I~"

"You know what? Jimin maybe you're fucking right. Maybe I'm just fucking trash. Its not like I've already heard that today. So maybe I should just quit. Hell, I could quit a lot of things. This is fucking bullshit! You're bullshit! Singing is shit! Min Yoongi is shit!" Taehyung yells turning the other way beginning to stomp off.

"T-Taehyung! Wait!" Jimin yelled after the younger. But he was already gone.

Jimin collapsed into a trembling Jungkook letting out muffled sobs.

The guilt was killing him.

As for Taehyung, he felt cold. So, so cold. He ran the streets in search for something, anything. And out of the corner of his eye, he saw a faint light coming from a certain little grocery store.

And then he walked in.

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