Learn To Be Real | KTH

Chapter 17

"Everyone almost ready to go on? We've only got a couple minutes left." I hear Namjoon ask everyone from behind me. I roll my eyes, staying silent for my makeup artist as she continues working on me since I got the lucky draw of being last like always. Hearing everyone from behind me speak up in agreement, I clench my jaw in frustration.

It's the first time in a week and a half since I've been around all of them together again. After I ran off that day in the middle of practice and yelled at both Manager Nim and the others, I've only seen Jungkook, and that's only because we share a room. For whatever reason, the idiot continues to wait up for me every night, asking me to sleep just a little bit longer every morning when I wake up. I ignore him though, knowing better than to fall into that trap of being setup for failure.

I've not practiced with the six of them since I left that day. I've trained extra hard with Mr. Son, our choreographer, doing the best I can to learn all of the right moves and to be in all of the right places at all of the right times. I've actually made some progress on my own album as well. With having put in an hour each night after getting home, I've nearly finished writing the lyrics for two songs. It makes me really excited that I've managed to get that far, but I know the actual making music for the lyrics part is going to be a bitch. I don't have a clue how to do that, but I'm also on my own for it at this point. It's not like I can ask the others for help on it. Hell, they hardly even want me around.

"Tae, are you fucking coming or you just gonna sit on your ass all damn day?" Yoongi snaps from the doorway.

"I'm not finished with his hair and makeup yet." My stylist finally speaks up. I just remain silent and stare straight ahead, not bothering to look at my hyung.

"It's not like any amount of that shit is going to fix him." Yoongi scoffs before walking off out of the room. It drives me insane, but I stay silent, not wanting to cause more issues for the person helping me.

"Alright, sweetheart. You're good to go." She finally says as she takes a step back from me with a small smile. I fake a small smile for her before hurrying out to the others, just barely in time to walk on stage.

Frustratingly enough, it's one of those interviews that they have to take a commercial break during. It would've been fine if we didn't have to have that damned break. We were doing fine with being in front of around one hundred fans in front of us and me being stuck with the cameras and assholes around me. Nobody had even spoken to me yet since I introduced myself.

"So, V, I have to ask. I've noticed that the media's been quite hard on you lately. Seems like they've switched their focus from Jimin to you. How're you handling all of the critiques and criticisms?" Our interviewer asks as a couple stylists come out to begin touching up everyone's make up. I bite my lip for a moment, trying to find the proper response. However, the moment I open my mouth to speak, I'm already cut off.

"It's been hard on him, just like it is whenever they focus on anyone of us. But, like always, we just have to stick together and support one another. It's not the most difficult thing to overcome when we've all got each other and army." Namjoon speaks up. My mouth drops at his words, not bothering to notice the fact that the stylists have been rushed off the stage without having the chance to get to me. I don't even care about the fact that we've just been told they're switching the cameras back on, fed up with everything from them and having had enough of it.

"You know I have a fucking mouth myself. Right, Namjoon?! That I can fucking answer for my own goddamn self, I don't need you assholes lying to everyone else for me. And for that bullshit you just spouted off?! When the fuck were the six of you ever on my side?! You all were there when the media focused on everybody fucking else! But now that it's on me?! You assholes have only added to the shit they say! You're worse than the shit I get from people who fucking hate on me! You assholes don't even fucking want me around these days! The only fucking time you say anything to me is so that you can bitch at me and tell me I've fucked something up! So don't fucking say that you've 'got my back', because you don't! You never have!" I shout, standing up and beginning to walk towards the side wing to get off the stage.

"Tae, where are you going?" Jungkook speaks up worriedly.

"Why the fuck would I tell a bunch of assholes who want nothing more than for me to be gone? When you dickheads actually fucking care and want to fucking be around me, Jungkook still probably has my phone number unlike the rest of you. Till then, don't even fucking bother looking for me or anything. I'm fucking done."