Butterfly || Kim Taehyung

E P I L O G U E

A/N: Buckle up for a long chapter.

"Hey, come with me a sec," you placed Sayuri's gift on the table and dragged her outside. 

If it turned into a fight, your parents would probably bury you alive for ruining their reputation. You were hoping it wouldn't escalate, but you wanted to be on the safe side. 

"What is it?" she asked once you two were outside, by the swimming pool. 

"A couple months ago, did you ... ever talk to Taehyung? You said you hated him."

"No. Why? What would we even talk about?" she averted her gaze and blinked rapidly.

"Sayuri, just answer me. Did you tell him I was only using him to get to Jimin?"

"Why would I say that?" she looked annoyed. 

"I don't know, you tell me. I didn't want to think it was you, but the evidence is leaning towards you..." you crossed your arms, "I wouldn't have cared if it were anyone else. I just don't want you to be the reason I got rejected, for something you did on purpose."

"I... I didn't tell him. Why would you think I told him?"

"Because you blink too much when you're lying and you're definitely lying right now. I'm your best friend, Sayuri. Did you honestly think it would slip past me? That Jimin or Taehyung themselves wouldn't tell me? I didn't want to ask him because I wanted to hear it from you. I trusted you. Why would you do that?"

She sighed, "Look, I'm telling you-"

"Lies."

"Y/N, will you please-"

"Just tell me the truth, okay?!"

"Fine! I did tell Taehyung you were using him!"

You froze at her yell, not believing your ears. You weren't even angry, just confused because you had believed till the very end that Jimin must have gotten the name wrong and Sayuri's behavior wasn't weird. 

"W... Why?"

"You have everything!" she gestured towards the mansion, "You have everything I don't have, everything I want. And now you want Taehyung too!"

"I told you before that I liked him but you said you weren't interested!"

"Maybe I wasn't, at the beginning, but you kept talking about him and I started to see his good side. And then you were about to confess. He seemed to like you too. And for once, I wanted to do something to have what I want."

"He's not an object."

She sighed, "I like you Y/N, but it annoys me so much when you're living the life I want."

"You want ... this?" you gestured to your surroundings, "You want to be forced into parties, made to drink and take drugs, never do what you want because they'd judge you, living like a rag doll manipulated by people who don't even think of you as a daughter, but as a trophy on display? Did you ever stop to think about my perspective? I'm ... I'm drowning."

"Are you really?" she huffed a bitter laugh, "Doesn't seem like that to me. Every time I go to the store I have to put a few things back because I don't have enough money and you know what I think? 'Y/N can afford it'. At first, it was pretty funny, but it started to get on my nerves. How you could wear Gucci, drive a Mercedes, go on trips abroad while I had to check my wallet twice just to see if I had an extra coin to spare."

So this is how she truly felt about you. Tears welled in your eyes out of pure frustration that you could never truly hate her. Even now, there was a soft spot in your heart for Sayuri. But she couldn't say the same for you. You just wanted one answer, the reason why things had come this far.