Dark Skies

The End

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. Groaning, I picked it up and glanced at the caller ID.

'Kim Seokjin'  it read.

I considered leaving it to ring. I really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone at that time, especially not anyone from Bangtan. Yet I still found myself listening to Jins voice down the phone. He sounded worried and concerned, which made my heart skip a beat, my head beginning to imagine all the possible circumstances he and the boys could be in.  But I shouldn't skip to conclusions, Jin was always worried about the boys in one way or another.

"Hello?" I said.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Rihanna? Thank god you picked up."

I immediately sat up in my bed, alarmed.

"Jin, what's wrong? Is Jimin okay?" I find myself asking desperately.  

"I'm fine. He's fine." He sighed again, but this time in annoyance.

"Then tell me Jin. What's wrong."  I drawled, exasperated.

I heard Jin take in a sharp breath, "The pictures from yesterday have been leaked."

Leaked? How could they have been taken in the first place?

"What do you mean leaked? there weren't any paparazzi around. I didn't see anyone around." I spoke fast.

I was sure that no one was watching. But then again, I was lost in the moment. I wasn't taking any notice of what was happening around me. All I could see was Yoongi and Jimin. I was oblivious to the rest of the world. I began to doubt my knowledge.

"If you don't believe me, look on Twitter." Jin said, matter-of-factly.

I pressed off of the call and opened up my twitter, mouth widening at what I saw. I had over 5000 messages from fans and just under 6000 new comments on my tweets. As I refreshed my home page I saw picture after picture coming up on my screen, openly revealing the events of yesterday to the world. I flinched, looking at one of Jimin. His hand pressed up against Suga's face, an angered expression on his. Then one of Suga crouched on the floor, blood in his hands. Next came the pictures of Suga kissing that girl, and then the ones of him kissing me.

The captions read 'cheater' and 'player' 

Some others read, 'How could Jimin do this to Yoongi? I will never look at him the same again.' and 'It's all Rihanna's fault, ever since she came on the scene there has been problem after problem. She is pulling the boys apart.'

Some even worse one's read, 'How could Suga betray us like this!? Not only has he been with one girl, but another! Why doesn't he love us? Oppa please love us!!'

But the picture that got the fans the most annoyed, angry and confused was the one of me with Jimins fingers wrapped around my hand and us sitting on the bench together.

'Did she cheat on Yoongi? That Unnie is a bitch. And Jimin has now fallen into her trap?!'  the comments read.

#SaveJimin had been trending over night. This had started a fan war.

I didn't dare read my messages. My eyes stung with tears. I clicked back onto my call with Jin.

"Jin I-" I tried to level my voice and was about to begin speaking again before he interrupted me.

"Why didn't you tell us?" He said simply. I looked down at my phone, speechless.

"Because I...This is my personal life Jin, I didn't want to drag any of you into it." I managed to say.

"You already brought two of us into this. We are a like a family. Rihanna, you of all people should know this. And you were part of our family. These are my boys we are talking about. Their business is my business. Our  business." The past tense felt like a wake up call. It was like when you are coming to terms with the fact that someone has passed away and you have to speak of them in past tense rather than in present.

'You were part of our family'

"Mianhae Jin, I really am sorry" I mumbled into the phone.

Silence.

"Where are Jimin and Yoongi now?" I asked.

"They are in a meeting with our manager. He isn't happy. And the comments from the fans have gotten out of hand. They have been in there for almost an hour now. I'm worried Rihanna." Jin sounded genuinely upset and it made me want to hug him and tell him that everything was going to be okay. But I knew it wasn't. And I had told enough lies.

"I don't know what to say. And some of the comments from the fans...they aren't very nice." I said. And that wasn't even the half of them.

"They are saying that it's the end Rihanna" I heard Jins voice break and a low sob escape him.

I frowned and hesitated before asking,

"The end of what Jin?"

He broke out crying and I was helpless at the other end of the phone. I'd never heard or seen Jin cry before. He was supposed to be the strong one. The one that held everything together. He was like Bangtan's super glue. Hearing Jin like this made my heart break.

"The end of BTS."