My Vindicators

Chapter 32-Vikki

"Do it. Please." I whisper, and his sneer falters. "Death is the only thing that would be able to take this heartbreak away. I don't want this life without you."

Tears well up in my eyes, and his expression softens. His hand falls from my neck, and I crumble to the floor. The room fell silent. The only sound was my sobs that filled the space. I hugged my knees to my chest, burying my face in them.

"Kook," Jin's voice was low but sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. "Enough."

I heard movement but couldn't bring myself to look up. A warm hand landed gently on my shoulder and then they crouched in front of me.

"Amy, please. Look at me."

Reluctantly, I lifted my head. Jin's eyes were sorrowful, a vulnerability that matched my own.

"We're not perfect," he said quietly, his words carefully chosen. "We've made mistakes—terrible ones—and tonight was one of them. But what you walked in on, as horrible as it seemed, wasn't what you think it was."

I scoffed, wiping at my tear-streaked face.

"It looked pretty clear to me."

Jin nodded, his lips pressing into a tight line. "I know it did. And we should have been more careful, more considerate of what that would look like if—when—you woke up. But it wasn't about replacing you. It never was."

"Then what was it about?" My voice cracked, raw with emotion. "Because all I see is you all moving on without me."

He sighed deeply, rubbing a hand down his face before meeting my gaze again.

"We weren't moving on. We were surviving."

"Oh my, God. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you had to fuck someone to survive," I snapped, my voice rising despite the exhaustion weighing me down.

"By trying to keep ourselves from falling apart!" Tae's voice rang out, startling me. He stepped forward, his eyes blazing with frustration and pain. "You think it was easy for us, Amy? Watching you lie there for two years, not knowing if you'd ever wake up? Not being able to do a damn thing to help you? We were losing ourselves."

"Then why didn't you just let me go?" I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of my question. "You said it yourself. You could have starved me or ended it some other way."

Tae flinched as if I'd struck him. "Because we couldn't," he said hoarsely. "Because we love you."

"And you show that by... by doing that?" I gestured helplessly toward the hallway, my voice breaking.

"That wasn't about love," Joon said, his voice tight with control as he finally spoke. "That was about desperation. About trying to feel something—anything—other than the hollow, aching void YOU left behind."

I stared at him, my chest heaving as I tried to process his words. The anger, the hurt, the betrayal—all of it clashed with the love I still felt for them, tangled and impossible to untangle.

"Do you even understand what it felt like?" Jimin's voice was soft but carried an edge of steel. "To know that we did this to you? That we pushed you so far you couldn't wake up for two years? We had to live with that guilt every day."

I shook my head, tears streaming freely now. "And yet, you—"

"We fucked up," Yoongi cut in, his voice harsh but honest. "We fucked up, and we know it. But don't for one second think that any of it meant we cared less about you."

The room was silent again. I didn't know what to say or how to feel. Part of me wanted to scream at them, to tell them they were selfish, to throw every ounce of my pain back in their faces. But another part of me, the part that still loved them so deeply it hurt, just wanted to collapse into their arms and let them make it better.