Well hi goiz... I'm starting school tomorrow, so prepared for scarce updates, rants on bitches and this book taking ages to be finished.

- Bangtan_Trash2401 ♡

V'S POV

I felt Jungkook snuggle into my chest, as his breathing slowly regulated and his grip loosened on my shirt slightly. His warm breath seeped through my shirt, and I brought my hand up to thread my fingertips into his soft, untamed hair. He lifted his head to gaze lazily into my eyes, and I shot him a small, sympathetic smile. He sent a weak, faltering smile back, and I brought my head down so that our foreheads touched, sending him a cautious look. He answered by bringing his lips up to meet mine, a slight salty flavour settling onto my tongue as our lips parted and his tongue slid into my mouth. My eyes slipped shut as his thin fingers clawed at my hair, and his thighs rested on top of my own. Despite our position, nothing was lust filled; it was all passion and love soaked. The way his fingers moved down to draw small circles onto my back and the way his lips moved in synch to mine, made it feel like a perfect puzzle fitting together.

Suddenly, three loud knocks rang out through the room, and we broke apart to look at the mahogany slab.

"Hey guys? Can we come in?" A muffled voice shouted beyond the door, followed by quiet giggles and sporadic knocks by multiple people.

"Yeah, sure," Jungkook answered, shuffling off me and rubbing his glazed eyes. The doorknob twisted, and a group of familiar boys all gathered into the slightly cramped room. Jimin's face scrunched up slightly, but his lips still curled up into his silly grin. Mark stood beside him and waved with his free hand that wasn't occupied by his phone. Suga and Hoseok stood unusually close to each other, tilting their heads to send each other shy smiles. Jin and Namjoon stood with their fingers intertwined, eyes firmly set on each other, laughing at nothing. Jungkook coughed awkwardly, and all eyes set on the both of us.

"So, um, what brings you all here?" He started. Mark feigned hurt, followed by everyone overreacting their fake pain.

"I'm hurt! Bunny, we're your friends! We came to visit you!" Jimin exclaimed. My heart panged as the nickname slipped out of his cherry lips, but I let it slide when the tips of Jungkook's fingers brushed my hand that was nearest to him. Jungkook smiled, ushering everyone to sit. We all slid down to the floor in a poorly formed circle, everyone meeting each other's eyes.

Mark suddenly perked up, back straightening as he breathed in deeply.

"That leaflet, remember? The one about music and vocal talent? Jimin was telling me some stuff, and I think that maybe you should all give it a go, you know? I'm part of my own band, and it really is fun. Honestly, you end up becoming a family and it's such a good experience, trust me," he reassured. I realised that Suga had tensed, but Hoseok's hand had reached over to give his leg a slight squeeze. Suga's face relaxed slightly, but his figure was still stiff as he sat there rigidly.

"Suga? You ok?" I asked hesitantly. His eyes flitted to meet mine, and his lips faltered and hung low at the ends into a frown. His eyes glued to the floor, and he went to fiddle with his thumbs.

"I'll give it a go," he sighed out, hands running over his face, cheeks being pulled down by his fingertips. Hoseok sighed alongside him, and a thick silence coated over the conversation. Mark glanced at Yoongi, light expressions exchanged between the two, and Mark threw the leaflet into the middle of the circle. All eyes landed on the light blue slip, and suddenly, everyone's eyes landed on eavh other's. Mark raised an eyebrow quizically, before clearing his throat and he leaned onto the palms of his hands that were against the floor.

"Can any of you... even sing or anything?" He asked quietly.

Silence filled the air, but Jimin leaned over to place his hand on Jungkook's knee. My heart jumped into my throat, as Jimin's hand cautiously squeezed, but the friendly smile that was exchanged between the two calmed me down. Jimin and Jungkook raised their heads to look at everyone.

"Me and Jimin can sing, Jimin's voice is crazy fucking high though," Jungkook joked, receiving a light slap on the thigh. Hoseok and Suga laughed, claiming that they could rap, leaving Jin and Namjoon to confess that they also held some musical talent. I gulped when all eyes settled on me, and my breath got caught in my throat. I shuddered when Mark tried to get an answer from me, my eyes squeezing shut when Jungkook wrapped his arm around my waist, whispering against my ear, but nothing was being heard. I felt my heart race in my chest, my eyes welling up with tears as I felt the flashback hit me.

*Flashback*

"Taehyung! Get in here! What is this e-mail about?"

I strolled into the kitchen, putting the bag down onto the floor and resting it against the wall. The cold look in my father's eyes made me shiver, but I stood before him with my knees shaking.

"Y-yes father?"

"Singing? I told you to join a club, not some pointless, hobby-ish shit!" He yelled, raising his hand and pushing his chair aside. My knees buckled, as my frail ten year old body was shoved back by my father's large hands. His slap rang out in the dim kitchen, and I heard my mother gasp behind me. My father yelled something, but I was already half way up the stairs to my room.

"Taehyung!"

"Taehyung! Oi!"

Jungkook's voice brought me back to reality, and I gaped, closing and opening my mouth like a fish.

"I guess... I can sing," I spewed out.

"Right then guys, let's get you started," Mark said, rising from his position, all of us following.

However, no one noticed the way my knees buckled and wobbled, just like they used to.

Taehyungie, you cutie I'm sorry xx but y'all this book be ending soon so like... I gotta wrap this shit uup~☆

- Bangtan_Trash2401 ♡