The Idol Life is DANGER (BTS x Trans-FTM OC) [Discontinued]

Chapter 24: You say I'm broken? Look at yourselves! (Pt. 1)

A/n: This chapter is based off a request from D_and_P_trash1 ! This lovely person has requested more stuff relating to practice chapters, and another fansign. Currently, I'll type another practice chapter! Well, the practice is just a small portion of it...more of a setting than anything. So if you're into that, cool. And yes, it's a two parter. That's all I gotta say. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Rhys' POV:

Another day, another practice.
Everyone's eyes droopy, yawns emitting into the air.
But we had to be the best, despite our lack of rest.
I felt like something was off though.
Like the others were more exhausted than normal.
Speaking of which, other members hadn't spoken to me almost this whole week.
I didn't have time to confront them, as I had to work on concepts for our new album.
Yes, it made me upset.
Yes, it made me confused...
And yes, it made me worried.
Most of their faces blank, arms shaky, trembling almost.
The others, had traces of tears dripping down their cheeks.
Those looks were too familiar for me.
My gaze lands on Taehyung, his composure failing as he stares holes into the mirror wall.
Striding toward him, I placed a hand against his arm.
"Hyung, are you feeling alright?" I question, fully knowing he'd probably lie.
I was right, as Tae nodded pushing my hand away.
A frown, became clear as day on my lips.
"Why are you lying to me?"
V opened his mouth to speak, but swiftly closed it a second later.
"Tell me. Why are you lying?"
He didn't respond and tried to shuffle away, but I gripped his arm.
I just about had it.
My anger and frustration off the situation soon took me over. "WHAT IS UP WITH YOU ALL THIS WEEK!" I yelled, letting go of Taehyung and clutching onto my sleeves as a way to calm myself from the outburst.
No one answered me.
"Tell me please! I need to know, so I can help you!"
Once again, silence.
I had to go to the last resort.
It'd be a pain, literally, but if it got their attention...
I lifted my hand to my face, balling it into a fist.
It was only a moment before I slammed it into my cheek.
I see the others flinch, but not react too much.
Once again I moved my fist against the fragile flesh, but this time my stomach.
Which hurt a heck of a lot more.
"Agh!" I yelped slightly at the pain.
But I didn't stop.
Just as I was about to sock myself in the face again, warm fingers gripped my wrist stopping me.
I look up to see a kneeling Jin, salty droplets of water flowing down his cheeks.
"Stop! Please don't hurt yourself anymore!" He wept, well more like pleaded. "We'll tell you. We'll tell you."
I smiled softly and dropped my limb to my side. "Good."
Jin sniffled as he spoke, his mouth quivering. "F-Fans are starting to say some things...some not so good things."
My eyes held relation as I nodded. "I've been there before."
"Yeah, but this time..what they're saying is true..."
Patting Jin's back, I stepped forward. "It's not true. What they say."
I let my stare flicker to everyone. "Smart ass, horse, fat, weirdo, useless, stupid, grandpa."
Eyes widen at the sounds rolling off my tongue.
It seemed I hit the nail on the head.
"Those words were all said to you guys, huh?"
I sighed quietly. "Believe me, these aren't the worst of the bunch."
To be honest, I've seen the hateful messages for the guys before.
Almost a month ago, there were death threats, weight comments, suicide mentions...but I got to them before they got to the members.
Erasing majority of the bad ones before they hit them.
"What do you mean 'aren't the worst of the bunch?'" Yoongi growled.
He was angry...understandable.
I shook my head. "It's nothing you need to worry about."
"Stop being a hypocrite and tell us." Once again, Yoongi's voice was monotoned.
"I'm not gonna tell you until you've calmed down and in a good mindset!"
"I AM IN A GOOD MINDSET!"
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tae quaking where he stood.
I knew hated fights. It made him a poor little anxious baby...I felt bad.
My strong demeanor faltered.
My breath caught in my throat as my eyes shimmied back and forth from the ominous and frightened faces.
I decided to handle the situation as a professional would, though I wasn't one.
"I'm afraid you screaming says otherwise...movements and behavior like that suggest emotional unbalance."
By now Suga was fuming.
His glare hardening (a/n: like this di-!), his fists clenched.
The 93 liner stalked toward me.
Jutting his finger forward at my chest, he screamed. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL ME HOW I FEEL!"
My palms grew cold, the fear reflex kicking in.
I could practically feel a panicked attack coming on.
Still, I pressed on.
"Calm down, hyung. Your scaring Tae." I knew I was informal, but I don't care at this point.
Yoongi still ceased to be less angry.
Soon enough he had backed me into a wall.
Not in the circumstances I would've wanted it to happen. (A/n: ye, I just did that)
"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THIS SHIT? SURE YOU GET HATE, BUT DO YOU EVER CALM DOWN? I THINK THE HELL NOT!" He paused taking a breath.
I took the time to say, "I just want to help you."
"HOW IN THE FUCK WILL A BROKEN KID LIKE YOU HELP ME? HUH?"
Much like earlier, I lost my patience.
Everyone's stare planted on me as I pushed Suga back.
"REALLY?" I screeched "IM BROKEN?"
I motioned toward the others. "LOOK AT YOURSELVES!"
No reaction aside from shock. To which I continued.
"YOURE ALL A MESS! AND FOR WHAT? SOME COMMENTS? YOU HAVENT SEEN THE WORST!"
Yoongi fires back after a minute or two. "TELL US THEN ASSHOLE!"
"FINE!" I yelled exasperated. "YOU WANNA KNOW?"
They all nodded, no remorse in their movements.
"DEATH THREATS, SUICIDE MENTIONS, WEIGHT COMMENTS- DARE I GO ON?"
Bangtan looked like Elsa blasted them with her powers.
"Wha-What?" Taehyung whispered, almost crying at the truth.
I huffed and made my way to the door.
"You wanted the truth, you got it." I spoke smugly, whilst opening the wood on hinges. "I'm going home." Taking one step out I heard another yell.
"Rhys Wait!" It was Suga.
I turned toward him. "What? Suddenly you want to talk to the 'asshole'?"
He shut up at my harsh phrase.
I chuckled sarcastically. "That's what I thought."
Stepping out I began my journey to the dorms.

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Yoongi's POV:

As Rhys strolled away, I felt a bullet of guilt hit my stomach.
The maknae line stood shivering at what just happened.
The rest of the hyung line glared at me, making me believe hell could freeze over.
I just stared at the door dumbfounded, at a loss for words.
It took a bit before some came to mind.
"I screwed up."

A/n: THIS IS ONLY PART ONE! JUST WAIT FOR PART TWO *wink wink* Apologies for any spelling and grammatical errors! And as always, I hope you stay tuned for the chapters to come!