Jennie stood in front of us, a little too close for comfort since I could see her skimpy pink lace underwear that was underneath her tight, short pencil skirt. I internally gagged and quickly pushed Jungkook off of me and turned to help Yoongi up. The three of us don't make eye contact, instead we just awkwardly wipe the dust off our clothes as Jennie gives us a disgusted look. Well, more me.
"You're such a whore, Y/n. First Jimin, now Jungkookie and Yoongi oppa? You really are a cheap slut. Considering you should have a boyfriend and all."
"There's only one whore here, and that's you, you bitch" Yoongi snaps before I could even open my mouth.
"Excuse me? I'm just talking the truth, right Kookie?" She bats her fake eyelashes and over exaggerates her pout to appear cute.
"Don't call me that, you plastic hag" Jungkook's nose scrunches in disgust.
"You are nothing compared to Y/n. She would never cheat on her boyfriend, unlike you. She has more self respect and dignity for that"
I freeze at Jungkook's words. I know, I know they were meant to be comforting... But what he said struck a nerve, and I could feel a wave of uncontrollable emotions attack me.
He thinks so highly of me... Yet i-i didn't stop Jimin fro-from doing those things... I didn't try hard enough, I'm such a terrible girlfriend! Jennie is right.... I'm just a whore
Tears had begun to pool, and before I knew it, I was full on sobbing, catching peoples attention. Yoongi stared at me in shock, since I rarely cry, so it was worrying to him. Before anyone could react to my outburst, Yoongi had already gotten my arm and was dragging me to the rooftop. Ever since highschool, if either us needed to cry, we would take each other to the rooftop of whatever building we were in. He had his arm wrapped around my side protectively as we hurried along the corridors, only to gain the curious gazes of our coworkers.
Once we had reached the rooftop, he dragged me to a corner so we could sit and pulled me onto his lap, so that I was facing him. Instead of questioning what he was doing, I threw my arms around him squeezed. I sobbed for a while as he hugged me back and drew soothing circles on my back. Once I was a little calmer he started to hum a beautiful melody, which brought my crying to a halt. Well, despite a few sniffs and tears that would escape every now and then. I felt this cavern of self hatred in my chest, an emptiness I'm not used to as I clung onto Yoongi. He continued to hum for a little while before reaching his hand up and combing it through my hair.
"Tell me"
At first, I didn't say anything. I didn't want him to know...yet then again, I kind of want someone to know.
I sniffed and dug my face into the crook of his neck as he played with my hair. Yoongi always smells so nice...
"I-its Jimin" I felt him go slightly stiff underneath me, fearing the worst.
"He didn't.... Rape you... Did he?" Yoongi's voice was quiet and calm. Too calm. Instead of answering him I just stayed quiet and hugged him a little tighter.
"Y/n"
"Y-yes?" I whimpered.
"Did he?" I didn't answer again.
"DID HE?!" Yoongi pulled away from the embrace abruptly and cupped my face to make me look at him. He looked beyond mad, and extremely worried.
I just looked back at him as my bottom lip quivered and tears began to run down my cheeks again. Yoongi's face softened slightly, as he sighed and brought me back into his chest. We stayed silent for a few moments, then he broke it again.
"Please... What happened? Exactly, Y/n, don't leave shit out" I quickly wiped my cheeks against his chest and leaned away so he could see me clearly.
"I-it was the day before I d-ditched work..." I sniffed, and continued, "he told me to c-come with him to h-his office. I went, n-not thinking much a-about it. He... once we g-got there, he started... He s-started making s-sex-sexual comments..." Yoongi reached to wipe away my new tears, as I sniffed again.
"I-im used to the c-comments by now... S-so I just shrugged i-it off. That is un-until he started tou-touching me. I t-tried to get a-away. I did...I really d-did...bu-but h-he still...he.." Yoongi got what I was trying
He pushed me into his chest again, holding onto me tightly, but I still saw his facial expression. His eyes were dangerous and dark, as he clenched and unclenched his jaw.
"He will regret even looking at you"
"N-No, Yoongi, p-please don't...."
"Y/n, you can't expect me to just let this slide!"
"Yes, yes I do! Because I don't want to anything without making sure i won't regret it later!" I had now stood up and was glaring slightly at Yoongi, who also stood.
We stared each other down, before he finally gave up with an exasperated sigh.
"Fine. But promise me something"
"What?"
"You won't ever, ever let him catch you again"
"Excuse me?! Do you think I purposely just 'let him catch me'?!" I started to get extremely irritated with him.
"No-I mean, ugh, just listen." He runs his hands through his hair in frustration and squeezes his eyes shut before looking at me,"I'm worried Okay? You know I'm not good with expressing myself... I just.... I just want you to stay away from him."
My face softened at Yoongi's words, a slight smile tugging at my lips,
"Of course"
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Hai.... anywayyyyy this chapter was kinda pointless but oh welllll
