"Jesus, Taehyung! Get your shit together and stay out of my path during the bridge! I can't get to my spot if you're blocking it." Jungkook scoffed, making me flinch as he spat in my face.

"I-I'm sorry." I stumbled back to my position in the formation.

It had been two weeks.

Two weeks since I rejected him.

Obviously he was still upset.

Jungkook just rolled his eyes and walked off to Jimin, who gave his shoulder a tight squeeze.

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, forcing it down, and started to blink away the tears that threatened to fall.

"It wasn't your fault, Tae." Namjoon put an arm around my shoulder. "I was also out if position and it caused you to go around me. He shouldn't have snapped at you."

"He's been like this for two weeks. I'm getting used to it at this point."

Namjoon frowned and pulled me into the corner, whispering so nobody else could hear. "You shouldn't have to get used to it, Taehyungie. He's being a complete dickhead, to all of us, except Jiminie."

"Maybe their dating." I whispered, only to myself. The thought made me cringe, but I deserved the pain after what I caused him.

"You two need to work it out."

I shrugged. "Everytime I try and talk to him he walks off."

Namjoon pressed two fingers against the bridge of his nose. "Okay, I'll take care of it after dance practice."

He walked off right as we were called back to rehearsal.

•••••

Jungkook tried to escape to his room the second we got back to the dorm. Namjoon gripped his arm and sat him on the couch.

"You two need to figure this out." Namjoon stated bluntly, making Jungkook and I avoid each other's eyes.

"There is nothing to figure out," Jungkook began, making me frown. His next words made my heart throb inside of my chest. "We wouldn't want to regret anything."

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. I stood up and started to walk off, headed for my bedroom. I heard footsteps chasing after me but I ignored them, going to slam the door before it was stopped with a foot. 

"Taehyung." Yoongi had a stern voice, making me turn around and face him. "We need to fix this problem."

"If he is going to be immature, then I don't want anything to do with him."

Yoongi's eyebrow quirked up before he walked away, leaving me confused. I shrugged, finally feeling like I can relax, until my bedroom door was thrown open again.

Jungkook was shoved into my room, the door shutting behind him, and the sound of something being moved in front of it followed a second later.

"You two can come out when the air has been cleared and we can all live peacefully again!" Hoseok shouted before we heard all of the rest of their footsteps retreating. 

Jungkook eyed me before going to open the door, unable to swing it open because of the furniture blocking it. "You have got to be shitting me."

I sat down at the foot of my bed, my head in my hands as the tears threatened to fall. I felt like I was trapped. I knew Hoseok was serious about not moving the furniture until we had made up, but it seemed impossible in that moment.

"Well, looks like we're stuck here because of you." Jungkook scoffed before sitting down at my desk chair, spinning around and clicking a pen repeatedly in his hands. 

The room was silent except for the chair squeaking and the clicking of the pen. It was driving me crazy, as if it was counting down the rest of my life before me. 

"Can you please quit it?" 

Jungkook shrugged and kept doing it until I raised my head, full streams of tears now flowing down my cheeks. 

"Can you please shut the fuck up?" My voice was raised this time, making Jungkook flinch before the chair slowed to a stop and the clicking halted. He set the pen back on my desk and stood up from the chair, finding a spot on the floor to sit. 

Now the room was completely silent. It felt worse than the clock ticking my life down like a bomb. Jungkook and I used to be able to sit in complete silence without feeling the awkward space around us, but that seemed like so long ago now. 

He cleared his throat, making me lift my head to glance at him. 

"C-Can I at least know why you rejected me?"

His question caught me off guard, making me pause before I answered. "I-"

He quickly shook his head. "Never mind, forget I asked."

I took a second to think of how to word what I wanted to say to him. This time it was my turn to clear my throat. "Honestly, I rejected you because you deserve better. I-I know how cliche it sounds, and I hate that that is my reason, but it is. I'm a hideous guy with a fucking eating disorder, who can hardly take care of himself sometimes, and I don't deserve you. You're a handsome, strong, muscle pig of a man who is determined as hell to accomplish so much in life. I know being with me would slow you down, and I couldn't live with myself for letting your life get screwed up because of me."

The room was so silent we could hear the crickets chirping outside. I bowed my head in my hands again, finally releasing the painful cries I had been containing inside of my frail body. I could feel my shoulders shaking, my tears staining my hands and eventually falling through the small crack and landing on my pants. The pain had finally become too much for me to handle. It had taken me this long to finally admit the truth, not only to him, but also to myself. I wasn't worth being in anybody's life.

I felt a pair of arms wrapping themselves around me, and I instantly collapsed my head into his neck, missing every ounce of his warmth. I didn't care how awkward this must be for him and I, I only concerned myself with feeling his touch one more time. 

His hand rubbing up and down my spine eventually lead to me calming down. I finally pulled my head away from his neck and stood up, headed to my bathroom to splash water on my face. 

"Tae." His voice was much softer now, but with slight hoarseness to it. 

I hummed in response, not quite trusting my voice. 

"The only thing that is screwing up my life is you not being a part of it."

I quirked my head as I watched him stand up from where he had been sitting on my bed. 

"You're not hideous, you're beautiful. Yes, you have an eating disorder, and yes sometimes you need help doing the simplest things, but me helping you only means that I get to spend even more time with you. I love spending time with you, Taehyung. I wouldn't want to spend my spare time any other way than with you, holding you in my arms. Whether you think I deserve better or not, I know what I want and need. And what I want and need is you." 

He walked closer to me, making me back up a step by instinct. 

"What are you s-saying?" The tears had made their way back out of my eyes at his words. 

He walked even closer, until my back was all the way against the wall. He stopped a few inches in front of me and cupped my cheek with his hand. 

"What I'm saying is that I want to be with you, Tae. I want to make you mine, and I want you to make me yours." He gave me a soft smile. "What I'm saying is that I am so in fucking love with you that it causes me pain to not be with you and tell you how much I love you every day."

His words made me gasp, not expecting him to say those words. 

He loves me. 

I can see it in his eyes how much he loves me. 

I can feel it in the way his hand is cupping my cheek how much he loves me.

I took a sharp breath inward before exhaling through my mouth. "I am so in fucking love with you," I said back to him, watching his smile grow tremendously until I could no longer see it as his lips collided with mine. 

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*shrugs*