What never should've happened.

*Anna is calling*

Y/N's POV

Sunday came with a lot to deal with.

The netizens were going berserk with what Yoongi had said the previous night and, in a very kind gesture, they had begun raising funds to donate to their local women's shelters and foundations for abused women and they were making the donations in your name…well…in “BTS’ logistics specialist’” name. It was surreal.

Some hate had begun rolling. There were the obvious ones saying that you were most likely dating Yoongi and that you were going to bring nothing but trouble for the guys. That you probably deserved whatever it was that had happened to you, that you probably did something to anger that man -those comments stung but you tried your best to ignore them-, and some just flat out saying that you should be fired.

You got to read all of those before Yoongi woke up, he was out like a light and it was already nine. In his defense, you had woken up from nightmares twice, and couldn't really go back to sleep, he had tried to stay awake with you but couldn't.

Deciding that you better got up to try and reset your circadian cycle to something akin to normal -by your standards- you got up and went to the kitchen to get some coffee going.

You never expected to get a call from your sister right at that moment.

“Anna, what's wrong?” Was your first question.

“It's you, isn't it?” You were confused, you had no idea what she was talking about. “You're the woman from the BTS announcement.”

Your blood ran cold and you were speechless.

“Answer me, Y/N. Is it?” She insisted.

“Yes.” Was all that you could say.

“Jesus Christ! Who was the man?” She was in hysterics.

“Hans.”

“Hans!? What the fuck!? Wait…” she scrambled with something on her end and the call switched to video call. Anna was in her car, parked outside of what you recognized as your childhood home.

“Y/N, what the fuck is going on?”

“How did you even come to the conclusion that it was me? What made you think that?” It didn't make sense, you hadn't talked to Anna since Busan. You hadn't even texted her.

“It was obvious. Mom and dad won't shut up about you landing the logistics deal with Hybe and how they're so proud of you. We all are, but when I saw the hype about one of the guys you like getting in some sort of fist fight, I read an article and it all clicked.”

“I see…” you were still processing. You had told your parents and truth be told, you never expected them to understand the importance of this deal, they weren't aware of what Hybe was, they just didn't care about k-pop at all.

“Are you gonna make me continue asking for every bit of information…wha-...wait…why the fuck is there a bruise and a cut on your cheek!?”

Your hand flew to your cheek to cover it and you winced when you touched it.

“Y/N!”

You knew that you would have to tell Anna all about what happened eventually, but you didn't expect her to ask you directly after finding out about it on some article on the web…well…sort of. You had to come clean, it was only a matter of time until someone else from your past figured it out and came to your parents with the news. You didn't expect to have to relive the trauma all over again so soon.

“Alright, calm down,” you sat at the kitchen counter and once again, balanced your phone on your coffee mug, “I'm going to tell you everything, from the very start, but you have to promise you won't tell mom and dad, not yet. They will blame and beat themselves over it. I don't want anyone else to suffer because of my fuck ups.”