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- Lee Minseo's POV -

"You were assaulted!?" Jungkook cried out, grabbing my arm once we'd walked out of the courtroom. "Are you being serious right now!?"
"Jungkook." I mumbled, keeping my eyes on the ground. "Not here, please." I shrugged him off, but he just grabbed me again, turning me to face him. His hyungs stood and watched, except Jimin had left earlier to avoid conflicts.

"No, this isn't making sense Minseo." He stared straight at me. "You need to tell me what the fuck that was. That's not the real story-"
"Yes it is." I cut him off. "Stop doing this in public. If you want an explanation I'll tell you at home. People are staring."

I was right. Mostly everyone near us was watching, listening in to our conversation. It was embarrassing. I'd only just managed to shake off people's stares after a whole month of being on the local news, and now I'll be back on it again.

Jungkook decided to take me home. I'd moved back into my own home so I didn't have to get my parents permission to do anything anymore. We walked in and stood in the middle of the living room.

"You redecorated." Jungkook spoke up after a moments silence. "It looks nice."
"Thanks." I smiled. "Sehun and I spent ages on it." There was another small silence.

"My therapist told me the first thing I need to do before moving back in was to redecorate, so something like the sofa or the curtains wouldn't give me a bad flashback." I rambled on, not looking at the man leaning in the doorframe of the living room.

"Minseo," he spoke up, and I turned to face him swiftly. "I'm sorry about before. I just forgot about everyone else in the moment."
"Thanks." I smiled sincerely, sitting down on the new sofa. Jungkook joined me, placing himself in the corner so I could lean on him slightly.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked. "I get it if you don't, but it doesn't make sense."
"What part doesn't make sense?" I asked him. Here we go.

"The day you came to the station." He began. "You showed us all those messages on your phone. You were shaking when you were telling us the story; how you thought you were gonna get taken away." He took a deep breath. "You were right. You were kidnapped. How on Earth were you not kidnapped. All evidence was pointing towards Yoongi."

"It wasn't though." I told him. "When I came in that day, I said I thought it was Jimin. He was acting weird with me, saying he loved me, and he tried things on me. Even you said it was Jimin, so why Yoongi?"
"You left your phone with us," he started. "Then a message came through on your phone from the 'stalker', saying that it's easier to kidnap a person without a phone. I checked the number, and it was Yoongi's."

Fuck.

"Yoongi didn't have his phone on him." I lied. "He said he left it at home. Jimin must've sent a text in it before he left for the station."
"How does that work?" Jungkook raises his eyebrow at me.
"Have you not heard of that app that sends messages 10 minutes after you type them?" I asked. "It's all over TV adverts."
"Oh." He sighed. "No."

"But how would he know that we took your phone ten minutes in advance?" He asked again after a short silence.
"My mum said when people came in to check my house for clues they found spy cameras hidden everywhere. I wouldn't be surprised if he bugged my clothes with a microphone." I explained, still leaning on his shoulder.

"So Jimin really- harassed you?" He stuttered, looking down at me. I nodded, keeping it short.
"Yoongi took me away from the scene." I told him. "When I woke up I was in his car, and I was all shaken up because of everything. I needed time away from the area because I didn't want Jimin to find me, so Yoongi let me stay in his grandad's mansion for a while."

"O-oh.." Jungkook mumbled. He sort of drifted off into his own thoughts for a while, whilst I shuffled closer to lean on his chest.
"You okay?" I asked, looking up at him. He ignored me, staring off into space, as his eyes started to glisten slightly. "Jungkook?"

"I can't believe myself." He mumbled. "I already knew about this, why didn't I do anything to stop it?"
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Jimin. I already knew about his.. liking for you. All the way back to before this all started. That day where you were helping Jimin find his jacket."

I stayed silent, waiting for him to say more.

"That time he kissed you just outside. I saw it. And then when we had dinner with Seokjin, I heard him in your room." He wouldn't make eye contact with me, and instead gave me a light squeeze.

"God, if only I would've been more understanding before I asked for a break-"
"No Jungkook." I stopped him, sitting up to look at him dead on. "You can't blame yourself for this."
"I could've, no. I should've just believed you, and protected you from him. I should've just spoken up about it, instead of bottling up my fucking dark thoughts and making everything worse."

A single tear fell down his cheek, and I instinctively wiped it away with my thumb.
"Please Jungkook," I whispered. "It wasn't your fault."
"Why couldn't you tell me about it?" He suddenly asked, glancing at me for an answer.

"He- he threatened to... to kill you." I stuttered, looking away, and Jungkook's head fell onto my shoulder.
"See, it was my fault." He spoke, his voice muffled by the clothing on my shoulder. I heard a sniffle, and Jungkook's shaky hand reached up to hold my arm gently. "I could've saved you so much harm."

Seeing him so worked up caused my entire being to fill with sadness. Here I am, hugging this boy who's so distressed, and all I'm doing is lying to him. I wasn't harassed like I said I was in court, but I can't tell him that. Instead I have to sit here and comfort him while he blames himself for something that didn't happen.

When can I start telling the truth again?

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