The Girl With Seven Fiances

Chapter Twenty Eight

I woke up in the middle of the night a few days later to another nightmare, this one having nothing to do with the creepy guy that wanted to hurt me in imaginable ways. My eyes searched around the room before they landed on a shiny black material that reflected some of the moon's light.

It had been a few days since my walk with my soulmates and I still hadn't listened to the recorder that Jackson's mom had given me. I was too scared to listen to it. Too scared to hear his voice again, and open old wounds.

I got up out of bed before looking down to see that I had slept alone tonight, the others must have been too busy and then passed out as soon as they got back in from their work. I walked out of my room and headed out in search of any of them that might still be awake, but all I felt through the bond was sleep.

I opened up the door to Taehyung's room and walked in as quietly as possible, before laying down in his bed beside him. I crawled underneath the blankets minutes before feeling his arms wrap tightly around me as he spooned me. It didn't take long before I was out like a light.

When I awoke in the morning to find the bed empty I felt like crap. I had a headache, and I definitely could have used more sleep. I got up out of bed before making my way to my room and getting ready for the day before taking some ibuprofen, I didn't know if I was going to be seeing any or much of soulmates today so best bet was to take pain meds.

I sighed as I made my way downstairs, not hearing a single noise in the house. Guess my soulmates weren't home, like usual. Gang business was all over the place nowadays, not to mention the wedding planning. I was home alone a lot more than I was home with any of them, even Yoongi was gone most days.

I got myself a yogurt and began eating that before making my way back upstairs. Once I stepped back inside my room, my eyes had immediately landed on the voice recorder of Jackson's. Why must he haunt me so?

When I had come home from the walk that night my soulmates had all told me to just throw it out, but for some reason I couldn't and now here we are. Somehow the small black device scared me more than Jackson ever did.

I sighed before shaking my head at my foolish self. "It's just a voice recorder Luna, it can't hurt you." I told myself before grabbing it off the pile of boxes it sat on and leaving my room, before making my way to Namjoon's office. I knew he kept alcohol in there, which I was sure I was going to need after listening to this. Not to mention, it was one of the rooms that made me feel safest.

I sat down in his huge office chair before bringing my knees up to my chest and setting the recorder down on the desk. I pressed play before I could stop myself and listening to the sound of Jackson's anxious breathing.

"Luna, please forgive me for what all I'm about to do, but I'm sure in the end you will understand right?" His voice said through the recorder as I just shook my head.

"I will never understand a single thing that you did and put me through for your own sick pleasure." I said into the air as I let the smell of Namjoon's leather office chair envelope me, it carried his smell. His cologne that most of the time left my mouth watering just because he smelt so good. I secretly had stolen a bottle once before just so that the hoodie I had stolen from him would always smell like him. For some reason unknown to me Namjoon was the one I felt the safest with, even after all he had put me through in the beginning.

"You know I've been in love with you since we were kids? I always hoped and prayed that you never find your soulmates cause I thought you belonged with me." The voice from the recorder said and I could hear Jackson's tears as his voice broke. I guess we were even since he had made me cry so many times.

"I always thought I'd be the one to understand you the most. Your dark side, your little side. I loved both of them, and tried to become the man you wanted to love." The voice said and I could hear him take in a shaky breath. "I started a gang because I was in love you and you liked violence, what's more violent than a gang?" The voice said in an almost crazy tone, I shivered at the thought of the blue devil gang that had been run by him. I remembered how much I hadn't wanted to accept it back then, but it had been the truth.