Obsessed | kth ✓

- twenty-six -

I unlocked the bathroom door slowly, my hand still clasping on the phone. Taehyung was leaning against the door frame, one hand in his pocket and regretful eyes gleaming at me. He looked so conflicted it would be heart-breaking if only it weren't for his mental breakdown just some minutes ago.

My chest heaved. I desperately needed to get away. To not look at him. To not as much as be in the same room with him. This had all been too much for me and I feared I was going to break down as well if I didn't leave.

I took a couple of cowardly steps forward. He didn't budge and instead just looked at me with a certain sadness tainting his eyes.

"Y/N," he rasped.

I placed his phone back on the table, my hand trembling. Cautiously, I walked up to the door and pressed the handle to see that it was open. I let out a sigh of relief. He had unlocked it.

"Where are you going?" Taehyung whispered.

"I'm leaving. I really can't do this right now. I'm sorry, Taehyung. Give me back my phone, please."

Reluctantly, he handed over to me the small object, guilt still very much present on his face. He didn't say anything, nor did he go after me. Deep down, I was certain he realized he had really taken it too far. But I couldn't just stay there and assure him that everything would be alright. Because for me, it wouldn't.

We exchanged one last glance before I stepped out. I had no idea how I found the strength to shuffle to the exit. I felt so light-headed that I barely moved my legs. I even considered calling a cab instead of driving home. I was so exhausted.

Walking out, I kept glancing over my shoulder to see whether he had gone after me. He hadn't. A wave of thankfulness washed over me. I desperately needed some space from him.

Upon going out to the street, I squinted my eyes to adjust them to the sudden light. Before I knew it, a couple of men I didn't recognize came my way. I tried passing them by, but they stood right in front of me.

"Miss Y/N, are you and Kim Taehyung together now?" one of them said, practically shoving a smart phone in my face.

"How long has it been since you and Kim Taehyung have been in a relationship?" the other one asked.

"Are you just using Kim Taehyung for fame?"

"Is he paying you money?"

"Is this a publicity stunt?"

"How do you feel about Kim Taehyung's popularity?"

"N- no," was the only thing I could manage to say. "No! Go away!"

"Isn't it unprofessional of you to have an affair at your job?"

"Do you think it's unprofessional of Kim Taehyung to pursue a staff member?"

"Get away from me!" I cried out, desperately trying to get to my car but they followed me relentlessly.

"How is the sex-"

My vision became blurry as a rush of panic shot through me. Inadvertently, my whole body started shaking and I felt as if I was about to pass out when I heard him.

"Leave her alone."

Taehyung's growl came somewhere from behind, causing my head to snap back and stare at him standing a couple of meters away, face red with rage and nostrils flaring.

"Kim Taehyung, how will you comment your relationship with miss Y/N?" the men rambled again, question after question, without even stopping to catch their breath.