CHAPTER 3

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taehyung awoke to find a dump towel on top of his forehead. the towel was still warm so that meant whoever put it on him just left recently.

the honey coloured hair boy lifted himself from the bed into a sitting position, hissing when he failed to do so because of the needle-like pain on his stomach. it was so intense that taehyung had to drop down on the bed again with teary eyes. even after sleeping, he'd just got worse!

after a few minutes of laboured breath, taehyung cleared his foggy sight and view the room, finding it totally empty. there were most likely hobi hyung or jiminie that put the towel on him, after all they were roommates.

it was weird when hoseok's bed was still as neat as the last time taehyung saw last night. taehyung always slept on the bottom bunk with jimin on top and hoseok on the single bed next to taehyung and jimin's  shared bed. if hoseok or jimin were here to place him the towel they must have sat on the bed but there wasn't even any wrinkles on it, as expected from a clean freak like its owner—hoseok.

taehyung braced himself to stand. his stomach was still painfully crushing his inside but now his throat was dying as well, both were so conscious to make him suffer. he needed water and pain killers, and maybe a few sleeping pills if the dosage of the pain killer wasn't successful to doze him off to sleep again.

standing was fucking hard, sweats already bathed the whole of taehyung's weak body and breathing was just another case to be taken care of. let alone his killing headache.

taehyung walked over to the mirror. a small gasp was heard from his opened mouth. his soft milky tanned skin now looked deathly pale, his fluffy honey coloured hair fell right on top of his head. his rich brown orbs looked dull and boring, staring back at him. they were puffy and red with tear stains stricken down his cheeks because of the amount of crying he did before. his lips were so pale, almost blue and trembling.

taehyung felt disgusted.

he always thought he was the ugliest member in bangtan boys but now he was sure as hell that he was the ugliest person in the whole world. it looked as if his eyes, nose, mouth, hair, and everything in his face was placed in the wrong place like a very horrible combination. he hated his reddish big nose, plump lips, big doe eyes, and big ears. he looked stupid. he despised them all.

he didn't even dare to think how the other members and his managers felt when they had to see taehyung's face everyday or the hwarang hyungs that had to put up acting with someone as ugly as him. his parents and siblings already hated him and it was just another solid proof why people couldn't put up with him. suddenly taehyung felt shiver running down his spine. he felt bad with the stylish noona's that had to work so hard to polish his ugly face into something that at least good enough to buy people's attention.

a sudden urge to puke all that was left in his stomach had grown so strong. taehyung couldn't stand to see his reflection anymore so he looked aside and continued to limp out of the room.

the dorm's living room was tranquil, no sign of someone had stepped inside. taehyung continued his way to the kitched and grabbed a water of glass and drank it hungrily. the water felt so good flowing through his dry throat. taehyung felt like he had never drank for a whole year so he felt relieved that he ignored his headache and the sickening feelings of throwing up because now he felt a bit much better.

first, water. check. second, painkillers.

seokjin hyung always put the first aid box on the first drawer on the kitchen cabinet right on top of taehyung's head. the boy found the drawer empty and reached up with his tiptoes to open the second drawer on top. and there was the aid box!

namjoon hyung used the box so often because of his very high tendencies on breaking things so he might be as well the last one to use. he must have put the box there as a payback for the others laughing at him after his last accident (he crushed the new seat he bought after a minute sitting on it). taehyung didn't know that a few centimeters difference on height mattered so much. damn tall guys! he couldn't even reach the box, let alone bring it down.

taehyung didn't have the strength to grab a chair to stand on and he couldn't give up for the painkillers or else he would pass out right now so he settled to stretch his aching back further and heightened his tiptoes until they felt numb. his trembling body unconsciously pushed his glass slowly towards the corner of the kitchen board before it shattered messily when it fell down because of the pressure taehyung gave.

taehyung jumped because of the sound. slowly his head registered what the hell had just happened. frightened, he crouched down and sat on one of a corner that was cleaned from the shattered glass as his legs shook, not strong enough to hold his weight anymore.

the view was horrible.

glasses were everywhere; under the island, on the wooden floor, beside the drawer, anywhere taehyung's eyes could reach.

what had he done?!

tears were already forming on taehyung's puffy eyes. he was terrified. seokjin hyung and the others would be so mad to see this as soon as they arrive, and it was all because of taehyung who couldn't even lift himself up and stand with his own two feet. what a fucking weakling he was. the hyungs might have been in their way right now and taehyung felt lightheaded.

he was such a weakling, bother, nuisance, crybaby, useless, waste of ti—

"hey! what just happened?" 

jeongguk appeared from behind the wall with tousled hair and shirtless. if taehyung's mind wasn't so caught up he must have stopped on the track in a flustered state, but here he was, terrified to death on the corner of the kitchen in the middle of shattered glass surrounding him.

"g-gukkie..." taehyung called out,

then everything went black before a blurry jeongguk surging forward to catch taehyung from falling into the shreds.

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