— If I ever tell you about my past, it's not because I want you to feel sorry for me, but so you understand why I am the way I am —
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[Y/N's POV]
That was it.
I broke.
The walls I had spent years building crumbled in an instant, and before I knew it, I was sobbing uncontrollably.
I had tried so hard to keep it all inside, to carry the weight of my past alone. But the more I buried it, the heavier it became. It was suffocating me, consuming me from the inside out.
Life is so hard.
The pain, the fear, the helplessness—it had all become second nature to me. Like breathing. Like waking up every day and pretending that I was okay.
Suddenly, warmth surrounded me.
Arms—so many arms—wrapped around me in a tight embrace. They were all hugging me at once, their bodies pressing into mine, overlapping each other. It should have felt suffocating.
But it didn’t.
For the first time in years, I didn’t feel alone.
They held me for a moment longer before slowly pulling away, giving me space, but their presence remained.
"It's okay."
The words were gentle, but they felt foreign to me. Was it really okay? Could it ever be?
I swallowed hard, my hands trembling. My lips parted, but the words got stuck in my throat. My breath hitched as a fresh wave of tears blurred my vision.
"H-He... h-he used to... h-he used to abuse me... a-always..."
I couldn’t finish. The words shattered before they could fully form, and I was left gasping between hiccups, drowning in the fear clawing at my chest.
I hated this. I hated how weak I sounded.
"Calm down, Y/N." Jin’s voice was steady, anchoring me. He handed me a glass of water, his eyes filled with nothing but patience.
I took small sips, the cold liquid grounding me.
Yoongi hesitated before speaking. "Would you like to ex—"
"Yeah."
I cut him off before I could change my mind. If I didn’t say it now, I never would.
I took a deep breath.
"I had a boyfriend."
The words felt bitter on my tongue.
"When I first joined this university, he was the first person I met. He was kind, generous... the kind of guy everyone liked. He introduced me to his friends, helped me feel like I belonged. And then one day, he asked me out."
