Our Lives Turned Upside Down *A BTS Reverse Harem (On Hold)

❤ 18a ❤

Nari's POV

After leaving the dining table I go upstairs, now I'm just sitting in the guy's hallway, blubbering like a baby. The weight of all those harsh words is just dragging me down to a place I'm afraid to go. I said things I shouldn't have and that I didn't mean; but it felt like Nyx really did mean what she said. That makes me question everything, our friendship, myself, just everything. I pull my knees tighter to me and bury my face, trying to keep my heartbreak silent. 

I'm vaguely aware of someone coming closer to me, but I don't really care so I just turn my head away and wish I was invisible. I smell him before I see him, a warm fresh woodsy scent. Taehyung kneels down in front of me and pulls me into a warm crushing hug, but I need it. He cups my face and tries to wipe away my tears but he can't keep up with the rate they're falling. "Shhh Little Bird, they're just words. She didn't mean it; you didn't mean it. It was just a fight. Shhh...it's ok, everything will be ok." Even though he's trying to be strong for me I see the tears forming in his own eyes.

I hear footsteps coming our way. "Bring her inside Tae," Hobi instructs the younger. Taehyung wipes away more of my tears and pulls me to my feet. My eyes are squeezed shut with the effort to keep my sobbing at a manageable level, but I know I'm inside Hobi's room now. I hear his voice coming from the direction of the couch and I peek through my tear soaked lashes and see that he's seated and beckoning to me. 

I wish I was stronger but I just rush to him and bury my face in his lap and cry. I'm curled up on my side but I feel Tae lift my legs and take a seat. He rubs my legs in a soothing manner while Hobi runs his fingers through my amber hair. They're both doing their best to comfort me but I just feel lost in my circling thoughts.

I shouldn't have answered her at all. I gave them all to her, except these two, and it still wasn't enough for her. I should have pushed Jungkook away, but he made me feel alive and sexy, still a mistake. Every single thing Nyx said about me is true….except I didn't win anything. All I can see is what I lost. She's right, I've never been wanted by anyone, not from the moment of my conception. I spent my first sixteen years living with daily reminders that I was a waste of food, money, and effort. 

The people who said those things are all dead now, but they haunt me, a lot like how I imagine Nigel haunts Nyx. Did she really mean that she never wanted my help? But I wanted to help her; she was living in pure hell and it killed me to know that such an innocent little thing was trapped by such a monster. Now I feel like that hell she was living must have been better than being my friend.

And what about being taken care of? Was she right about that too? I'm more than capable of surviving on my own, but it makes me miserable and my mental health nosedives into dangerous territory. So maybe all the pride I've felt for making it to where I am is just a big lie I use to hide all my inadequacies. 

At some point my tears dry up and my thoughts slow down, and somehow they haven't left me yet. After a few more minutes Hobi tilts my head so that he can look me in the eyes, "I need to go downstairs, do you want Tae to stay with you?" I nod silently, and they both give me small smiles.  Hobi gets up to leave and gives a kiss on the forehead before scooting me more towards Tae. He wraps me up protectively as I snuggle into him.

After about ten minutes Tae pats my leg indicating he wants to get up, I move and he does. He enters the washroom and I hear the shower start, he comes back and collects me and nudges me towards the washroom. He pulls out his phone and after a few taps Benedictus from Stjepan Hauser begins. He peels off the little sundress I was wearing and then turns to leave me alone, but I don't want to be alone right now. I catch his hand and pull him back to me.

I run my hands beneath his shirt and lift it over his head. I trail my fingers over his muscles, soaking in the sight of his tanned skin. His biceps twitch with the urge to move but he holds himself back. I believe he understands that if he wants to be trusted again then I decide what happens between us. I take his hands in mine and place them around my waist. I don't know why but I need the comfort only he can give me.