Learn To Be Real | KTH

Chapter 13

Taehyung POV

Feeling my body flow to the music playing through the speakers, I hardly notice my heavy breathing, ignoring the pain pulsing through my head from my unhealed concussion. I run my body around the floor, putting as much power into the moves as I dance to the song, trying desperately to perfect it. I can still feel the affects of only having gotten two and a half hours of sleep last night, but I push through that as well, not caring how tired I am anymore.

Just as the music ends, I hear the door get opened up, though I ignore the people flowing into the room. With heavy pants of breath and pain so strong in my head that it mildly blurs my vision, I walk away from my ending spot of the dance and over to the speakers to grab my phone and disconnect it. Unlike most mornings, I'm surprised by the lack of loud conversations coming from the six boys piling inside here, trying not to question any of it as I toss my phone into my duffle bag and grab my water.

Wordlessly, they spread out around the room while Hoseok heads to the speakers to hook his phone up, the only sound echoing in the room being the sound of quiet footsteps. When I finish the bottle of water, I merely toss it atop my bag before heading out to my spot on the floor so that we can continue reviewing and perfecting our newest dance. I'm surprised when everyone else does the same silently, wondering what the hell could've happened to make them so silent. I know Jungkook said he was going to talk to them, but what the hell did he say? They've never been this quiet before unless everyone's fucking asleep...

Ignoring all of it despite my curiosity, the music starts quickly and gets all of us moving and mouthing along to our parts of the song. I do the best I can and put as much effort into the dance as possible, trying to keep my balance and time as we run through it again and again.

Thankfully, the morning goes by okay. Well, if you consider getting glares every time they stop the music and shoot me daggers of glares 'okay'. I don't even know what I'm messing up and doing wrong anymore. Though, as the morning progresses, things continue to go downhill.

"Goddamn it, Taehyung! I can't just keep fucking quiet if you're going to continue dicking around all damn day! You may have gotten Jungkook to fucking feel sorry for you, but it's not gonna work on me when you're hardly trying! You can't even manage to do simple dance moves anymore! What the actual fuck is going on with you?!" Hoseok finally bursts angrily, throwing his hands up in exasperation. I jump in surprise at the sudden loudness, falling on my ass as the dizziness becomes to much in addition to the surprise of someone actually fucking speaking for the first time all damn day.

"Hyung! Stop it!" Jungkook yells back as he kneels down beside me. Though, before anyone else can say anything, the door to our room flies open.

"Taehyung, are you ever going to learn responsibility and show up for your goddamn meetings? You want me to quit fucking babysitting you, then you need to grow the hell up and do what you're supposed to be doing." Manager Nim scolds in an angry tone. It's the final straw that begins to burst the bubble that's been holding back my anger and frustration.

"What the fuck more is there?! Huh?! Go on! All of you! Anything fucking else that I'm doing wrong while you've all got me here?!" I snap coldly, yanking my body away from Jungkook who'd had a hand on my shoulder. Shoving myself up off the floor uncertainly, I look around at everyone.

"Oh, now you wanna be fucking silent?! Huh?! Come on. I know there's a ton more shit you're all wanting to fucking say. To yell at me and scold me and bitch around! What the fuck are you waiting for, huh?! Cat finally got someone's tongue?!" I shout, not being able to control myself.

"You wanna hear someone fucking talk, Taehyung? Or are you fucking tired of it?! Make up your goddamn mind already! Maybe if you learned how to be fucking consistent and give a shit about everything then you wouldn't have to listen to us all bitch at you all the fucking time! Because we're all certainly tired of having to say it! We're fucking tired of watching you fall on your ass and act like you're fucking trying! We don't want to hear Jungkook fucking tell us that you're trying and you're tired of it all and trying to compare you to him and Jimin because you'll never fucking compare! Okay?! You will never compare to Jungkook and Jimin or anyone else!" Yoongi hyung snaps.

"If you wanna keep your goddamn place in the band, Taehyung, I suggest you start getting your shit together." Manager Nim adds calmly but coldly.

I close my eyes lights at their words, trying to hold back tears and remain calm just a little longer knowing I'm gonna have to get out of here again. Though, it's a hard feat to accomplish when the pain in my chest of something dying weighs down the weight of worlds.

"Don't wait up for me, for anything. Not that any of you would anyways. I'm not meeting with you anymore, Manager Nim. Fucking deal with it, because there's not a damned thing you're going to be able to do that'll change my mind. I'll practice on my own and get shit done on my own. The rest of you can all go to hell."