In Another's Skin

Embered Truth.

Chapter 15: (Aaira's pov)

I hesitated, unsure if I should ask the question that was burning in my mind. My eyes darted around the room, looking for some distraction. They landed on Soobin, still silent and expressionless, as always. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to look back at her.

Aaira: Has Jungkook ever touched you?

The words spilled out all at once. Her eyes widened in shock, her body tensing visibly. She looked away, clearly uncomfortable, but I needed to know. It was important.

Y/b: What... what do you mean?

Her voice was barely audible to me, maybe I was just too much lost in my own thoughts.

Aaira: You know what I mean. Has he ever... done anything to you?

Her eyes darted back to mine.

Y/n: Why would you ask me that?

Aaira: Because I need to know.

The tension in the room was thickening with each passing second. I looked down, my vision blurring as tears filled my eyes. I couldn't hold them back any longer. A sob escaped my lips, and soon I was crying uncontrollably. My shoulders shook with the force of my emotions, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

I kept crying, my face turned away from her. I didn't want her to see me like this, broken and helpless. The dim light of the candle cast my shadow on the wall, broken and miserable. It felt like it was suffocating me. The sound of my sobs filled the wrong entirely.

She didn't say anything, but I could feel her eyes on me, watching, judging, maybe even pitying. I didn't care. I couldn't stop the flood of emotions that poured out of me. The guilt, the fear, the helplessness- I felt like I was drowning, I don't know why I needed answers to such vulgar questions.

After what felt like an eternity, I managed to take a shaky breath, trying to calm myself. I wiped at my face, my fingers trembling, but I still couldn't bring myself to look at her.

Aaira: I'm sorry.

I didn't know what else to say. I didn't even know why I had asked her that question. All I knew was that I needed to find some kind of clarity in this chaos, some way to make sense of the mess my life had become.

She cleared her throat, earning a glance from me. As I looked up at her slowly, my vision was still blurred by tears. She sighed, her face was full of pity and frustration.

Y/n: What do you want to know?

I just keep looking at her with my eyes pleading her to tell me the truth.

Y/n: Why would you cry like that, Aaira?

Her voice was calmer now, almost gentle. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice again.

Aaira: If he... perhaps...

Before I could finish my question, she interrupted, her eyes narrowing.

Y/N: You sure you want me to say the truth?

I hesitated, her question settled over me like a shroud. Did I really want to hear the answer? Could I handle the truth, whatever it might be? She asked again.

Y/N: Are you sure, Aaira?

I nodded slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. She confirmed a third time, her eyes boring into mine, demanding an answer.

Y/N: Do you really want to know, Aaira first look at yourself, can you handle it?

I took a deep breath, why would she even say it, does that mean he actually touched her ? I looked down, and started to fiddle with the lock of my dress.