Let Go || BTS x READER [COMPLETE]

8. Pity

They all looked at me after NamJoon handed me a glass of water. The only thing on my mind was telling them. Seeing me cry is something rare, its something that no one ever thinks I do.

I never really cried. All those nights that I spent, lonely and cold, those are nothing to me. Those were normal nights. Sure, I felt alone and depressed , but really, it's nothing.

If I tell them my story... doesn't that mean I trust them? It wouldn't hurt to trust them right? I'm sure they're people I could trust... right?

"(Y/n)... you can tell us anything... we'll help you..." NamJoon said assuringly. His eyes only showing sincerity along with all the others.

"Yeah (y/n)... we're your friends now... you can trust us." SeokJin said next. I was still trying to stop my tears so I wouldn't choke on them, but I guess I had to talk already.

"Its a pretty long story... we still have to practice for the dance you know..." I looked down on the floor, while they all shook their head. "Our teacher moved the project to tuesday so we have 4 more days to practice. Go ahead..."

I let out a sigh. Trying to gather up the courage to tell my past, my present and problems. My mind abruptly telling me not to tell them but my heart keeps over powering it telling me to tell them everything.

"You know... the reason why I stay distant is because I don't want to get attached. I grew up, attached to my parents when I was young. My parents, they were pretty much spoiling me. Me being the stubborn child I am, I get everything I want." Tears again started to roll down my face and the boys seemed to get even more curious about me and my life.

"One day, they left for a business trip. I didn't want them to go and they knew that, so they left an hour before I woke up. They were riding on a private jet since their boss was the one who invited them to the trip. I woke up in the morning, looking for them, and the maid only told me they left. And... and the next day, the police came to the door, telling me that... that they didn't survive."

My hands were already covering both my eyes. I couldn't control my tears and thinking that I had more problems made it worse.

"Today, some men texted me to go home and open the door for them. I don't know what had happened that I let them in after they had said that it was my fathers orders. I let my guard down and they took everything I saved. Everything I had to pay for my college."

They were all looking at me with pity now. Everyone, they either had their eyes on me or on me the floor. Now that they know my past I don't know what to do anymore. Its not like they could do anything about it.

"Don't even think about doing anything about it. I don't need or even, want your pity."
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