LOVE VS OBSESSION ? | | Kim Taehyung × Reader | |

∆ Chapter 49 ∆ : Exposed

Y/N’s POV

I don’t remember walking.

Just the feeling of being half-carried—Jennie’s hand trembling in mine,

Jungkook’s jacket wrapped around my shoulders like armor that couldn’t protect me.

The hallway lights blurred above me. My legs moved on instinct, my ears still ringing with Kevin’s voice. With the silence. With the damn video.

When the door creaked open, a soft antiseptic scent hit me.

The infirmary.

I blinked slowly, unsure of where I was—until I felt the cold touch of a damp towel against my face.

“Sit here,”
Jennie whispered,
voice cracking as she guided me to a cot.

I sank onto it without protest. My body was shaking.

Jungkook was still there, speaking softly to the nurse outside, keeping voices low.

Protecting me. My throat burned.

Jennie sat beside me, brushing a strand of wet hair from my cheek.
“Do you want to talk?”

I shook my head.

My lips quivered, but no sound came out. Just air. Just emptiness.

And then—without warning—

I broke.

Tears poured freely now. My shoulders hunched, hands covering my face as a sob tore from my chest—raw and ugly.

“I didn’t do anything,”
I choked.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen—he was drugged—he didn’t even know—I didn’t even know—”

Jennie wrapped her arms around me tight.
“I know, Y/N. I know.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt anyone,
” I cried.
“I didn’t ask for this.
Why does everyone think—why does he—?”

“I’m so sorry,”
she whispered again and again,
rocking me gently

. “They don’t know the truth. But I do. I do.”

My voice broke into fragments. My tears soaked her shirt. My chest ached so badly, I thought my heart might actually stop.

And for the first time in a long time…
I let myself cry like a child.

Not strong. Not composed.
Just broken.

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Jimin’s POV

We were standing in the hallway, mid-conversation, when I heard it—loud, crass laughter from a group of guys nearby.

“Bro, Kevin’s girlfriend is a total hoe. Made out with some dude in the boys’ changing room. Look at this shit—actual footage.”

My blood turned cold.

I turned, snatching the phone right out of his hand before anyone could react.

The group went silent. No one dared stop me.

The screen lit up. A video was playing.