Forgiven? Forgotten?

Chapter 9

The moment I and Sehun made our way out of the hospital.. we were attacked by a whole mob of reporters..
Sehun called my name out as he saw fear in my eyes
"Y/n!!!" He brought his body infront of me, as one of the people there tried grabbing my hand.
"Are you really being released without any sentence?"
"Why did you do this?"
"What did TAEHYUNG even did to you?"
"How do you feel about being free now when you should be sentenced into the prison"

The questions were thrown from here and there and I was being pushed from all directions, cameras and mics all over my face..
my eyes tears up and heart raced.. I wanted to run away..
"Pl..please.. stop... I...I didn't do anything"

"The whole Korea hates you" one of the reporters said and before I could even figure out who spoke .. there were police men surrounding me and Sehun, we somehow made it towards the car where I just closed my eyes covering my ears..

This is a bad dream
This is a bad dream
This is a bad dream
This is a bad dream
This is a bad dream

"Are you okay?" Sehun's voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I opened my eyes.
Tears flowing, I was pulled in his embrace as he caressed my head.

"Shhhh.. it's okay. It's gonna be all fine... you're fine. We're fine"

Our car didn't move but then the door opened and I saw a very panting Han standing. Worried and so tensed
"Y/n! Are you okay?" He asked and I just nodded.
Without saying a word he sat inside with us as both of us looked at him confused

"To protect you both. I'll accompany you to your apartment... I'll leave my number with you. Whenever you feel you're being followed, being stalked, having unreasonable reporters barge, call for me" he said giving me a tight smiled while I just nodded closing my eyes.

...

I opened my eyes only to find myself covere with a blanket. I looked  around and I knew...

I was at Sehun's place

His guest room, which was like my second home.

I sat on the bed.. and then winced in pain,
My ribs , my head, my arm hurt like a bitch.
I could feel the bandage around my torso supporting my ribs being stretched due to my movement and that made me stiff.

I carefully stood up, walking towards the door, my ankle was still covered with a bandage but I managed.

I opened the door only to find Sehun sitting on the sofa with newsapapers sprawled all over.

"S..sehun" my voice came rather soft
And he flinched.

His eyes widened as he immediately collected the papers and just slid them aside.. smiling at me now

"Y/n"
He got up walking towards me and then supporting my body taking me towards the couch.

"What are you hiding" I asked narrowing my eyes
"N..nothing why will I hide anything from you"
"Tell me now" I displayed no smile and he shrugged

He now laid the newspapers infront of me and I wasn't shocked

I saw the headlines, calling me nations enemy, BTS hater, criminal
I just kind of knew, media would never want to know the truth.
I knew how vile and cruel they can be. And the would do whatever helps float their boat.

...

It had been 4 days since I was at Sehun's.
Sehun was a rich brat, his father lived abroad along with his elder sister. And he had left his money for Sehun.

Sehun was born with a silver spoon but he never failed to work hard.
We met eachother when I was studying fashion, my first year and Sehun had been studying modeling. We were paired together, and that time I , him and his then boyfriend were like the trio. When Sehun went through a breakup, I was the first person he came to, we were each others happy place.
I knew I could always rely on him and he knew the same. I had never been supported by my family, they hated me being a fashion designer, since I was still to find a proper living.
I had been living on the bits and pieces I earned from working as a fashion designer.