Torn (btsxreader)

11.Epiphany

She opened her eyes, sun peeking through the window and blinding her.

She felt extremely tired as the whole day before she had cried and cried till she slept.

The thought of her sister and all the other horrible things in her life including 'THAT' situation and the irony of the situation.

How could she let herself be fooled more than once? How could she let the cruel world as well as the equally cruel people in it trick, mock, and have their way with her? Why was she so stupid? Why did she have such an open heart? She felt so torn on how her sister left her, though they didn't even have a deep loving relationship to begin with. She felt like balling her eyes out.

She pulled at her hair in frustration as she sat upright. The tears building in her waterline waiting to pool and paint her cheeks again.

"Why are you crying? Do you think you have any right after what your devil sibling did to us" an angry voice filled her ears and the room.

She looked up to see an angry man with big shoulders and thick lips leaning against the wall, his gaze ferocious.

"What! Is it not allowed for me to cry now!?." She retorted angry and fed up.

"Look. I don't know what my stupid sister did to you, but I'm not a part of it, and never will be, I wasn't even aware she was screwing you guys, but for the guys I knew she was, they all seemed stuck up and cocky, so I let her do as she pleased, besides I couldn't- No! I can't survive without her, she was my only family left!" She rambled frustrated breaking down even more.

"And don't judge me like you know me, you don't even now the shit I've been through, and SHE made it all the more" she screamed.

He stalked up to her fury in his eyes, pull her against the headboard of the bed harshly by her hands, and hovering over her.

"And what about me? Do you know what I've been through and how much worse SHE made it for me as well?" He shouted.

"No! I Don't, but beating me and torturing me more is supposed to make you feel better?" she questioned.

His gaze softened.

He slowly loses his grip on her hands.

He was guilty. Out of the seven men he was most rational and realized it wasn't right. She wasn't even responsible for what her sister did, and what would beating her do about it. He realized she was right.

"I'm...... I'm sorry" he finally said.

"What your sister did to me messed with my mind, I was blinded with rage, you had nothing to do with it" he said lowly guilt burning his heart.

She sighed.

"It's fine, I can't even imagine what she did, but I sympathize, she and others have done me same, made me weak as I am now, shrivelling and cowering with fear, and weeping like I am the only one with such horrible memories" she said softly.

"You're right I have no right to cry, others like you have felt same, or worse"

He sat up, now on the side of the bed.

"I'm Jin" he said, stretching her hand out for her sincerely.

"Y/n" she hesitated before taking his hand.

"Guess were not as different as I thought we were, traumatic and cruel life experiences all the same" he said

"I thought you being her sibling, were like her" he said

"Please don't compare me with my family, they are something I'm disgusted to be related with" she replied

He nodded his head though curious as to why she felt that way.

"You do realize I'm probably the most calm out of all of them right, the others won't be as welcoming, you don't even know how much anger they carry, and I'm afraid I can do little to help" he said sad and serious.

She smiled to him weakly.

"Well I guess they should get out their stress and torment, shouldn't they?"

He gave her a worried look.

"At least I know you're anger has slightly subsided, and hopefully we can all understand each other some day" she said

Jin, despite all his experiences was rather open hearted, and felt bad for her as well as sympathetic, in fact unconsciously since he met her, he knew she was wronged, he knew she wasn't involved, he knew she was a pure and kind soul; scared and afraid. And now he knew she had a bad past. The darkness only continuing on with her. He felt bad. Though he was just as angry as the others, when he saw the girl sobbing, he realized she had been betrayed and hurt as much as them, his room beside her yesterday as he heard her non-stop sobs. She was a broken girl and he saw that, as he was a broken boy.

After all, they were all broken.

Though, it may be overdramatic in saying one girl ruined their lives.

There was so much more.

More than they actually knew about each other.

That girl only added and triggered them.

To be continued.........