𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 • 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠

Chapter 32 : Attacked

Se-Jin called me. He gave me the instructions, the time I had to be at the dance studio. I got properly dressed and tried to look casual and unnoticeable. I exited my apartment, then the building. I felt so tense, terrified. Every person in the street felt like a potential threat. I waved my hand to a taxi.

"Wait, it's her!" I spun on my heels, feeling, my heart racing.

"Taehyung..." I breathed, my hand over my chest grasping the material of my shirt as if to stop the increasing pain.

The taxi stopped and I rushed in. "Go, please just drive!"

"Where to?" The guy asked but quickly did as I asked when someone hit the window. "What was that? Are you being chased?" I bit on my lower lip and nodded.

"Big Hit Entertainement building please." I asked and the guy didn't speak after that.

The drive was short, since I lived quite close. The car stopped and I waited a little before getting out. I had to make a run for it. I paid the cab driver and closed the door. "Okay, Kiaraa, go." I walked fast. There were only fifty meters separating me from the door.

"That's Kim Kiaraa, I'm sure of it." Fear spiked in my chest. I fastened my pace, but the little group ran to me.

"Hey, bitch, is it you? Are you the one sending those pictures to Dispatch to hurt Taehyung?"

"Are you the one who's pretending to be Taehyung's girlfriend? You're going to get fired aren't you?" I tried to move but a girl grabbed my arm.

"Ya, we're talking to you, bitch." Five more girls joined the group, and I saw journalists coming my way with cameras, not only photo cameras, but live cameras.

"Fuck." I breathed. I pulled my wrist away. "Please, leave me alone." I looked down, trying to shield my eyes from the sudden flashes.

This was hell. I felt my whole body shaking, my arm hurt from that girl's grasp.

I ran a few meters only to be followed and pulled by my shirt. I gasped, the collar of my shirt choking me.

"Please!" I couldn't hear anything. Questions and insults were thrown my way, hands reached for me, my whole body ached. I wanted to scream, I prayed that someone would help. But I'm no celebrity, I don't have bodyguards. And just like that day, I'm mostly receiving hatred. True, violent hatred.

"Taehyung..." I breathed. He was the only one I could think about. I bent, covering my head, trying to shield my head and body. Each time I looked up, flashes blinded me.

Someone pulling my shirt from the back forced me to stand upright. My neck hurt so bad.

I managed to reach for my phone and pressed the little 1, calling for Joon Woo. He was supposed to be working in the building. I managed to bring my phone to my mouth.

"Please..." I begged. "Help me"

"Kiaraa! Kiaraa, where are you?" What's going on?" I could hear his panicked voice.

"In front of the build-"

I wasn't able to finish since someone pushed me roughly, causing me to fall to the floor. I didn't move. My phone fell out of my hand.

I bent over, shaking and trying to cover my head again.

Insults and questions kept flooding. Was it never going to stop?!

"Get the hell away! Move! What are you waiting for! Get the fuck out of here! NOW!" Joon Woo's voice echoed and silenced the small crowd around me. People ran away, pointing fingers, they muttered to each other and I was left, crouched on the floor, unable to process any of the violence that had unfolded.