Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Autumn Leaves

As the leaves begin to change and the weather begins to cool, my love for the guys continues to grow stronger and hotter. Every day with them is absolutely precious and while we don't have much free time together, they regularly show me how much they care. I am one hundred percent happy. Which can only mean one thing: shit's about to go down.

We're sitting at the kitchen island, eating breakfast like we always do, when my phone starts to blow up. I rarely have it on me unless I'm out but I brought it to the kitchen because Yoongi said he had some new song recs for me. Of course, this led to everyone wanting to share their recommendations and sweet dedications, and by the time I was done cooking their omelets, I had a brand new playlist that was a reflection of their affections for me.

However, when I open the notification, I see a face and a name that I don't expect and nearly drop my phone. And that instantly puts the guys on edge.

"What is it?" Namjoon asks beside me.

I click the link and quickly scroll. Shit. Of course, I don't want to bother them with my trivial issues but there's no way they're not going to see this.

"It looks like some pictures were just published this morning," I mumble as I click on another link that's spewing the same nonsense.

"What kind of pictures?" Jin inquires.

"K-Fest." Then I look up at them with somber eyes. "The Naver party."

I take a deep breath as I watch them each put down their silverware and pull out their phones. They find the photo in question instantly. It's not hard. It's all over social media.

"Why would Naver be putting this out now? That was nearly a month ago," Joon frowns. He turns to me and I instantly just want to curl up in his arms and cry.

"You know it's not what it looks like. I had no idea who he was and we only met one time before," I explain. "Jaehyun was a perfect gentleman. He didn't try anything at all. He was just keeping me company."

"I know," Joon says, resting a hand on my thigh. The rest of the guys share similar sentiments, although I can tell the photos bother them, especially one in particular.

"How did people dig up that other picture anyway? I mean, can they really tell it's me?"

"People will see what they want to see," Yoongi remarks, his voice quietly resigned.

"But people can't just lie, can they? They can't just make shit up to fit some outlandish plot...right?"

They're all silent because they know, like I know, that people can absolutely spin stories to fit their desired narrative. And it seems as if I'm the target of the new quest to either tarnish BTS's reputation or victimize them. The most recently released photo is of me, Mimi, Jae, and the rest of NCT 127. To my eyes, it looks perfectly innocent—just a bunch of young adults at a party. But still, the optics aren't great when you look at it through uninformed eyes. Jae's arm is around my shoulders and I'm tucked under his arm, wedged beside Mimi while the other guys crouch around us. There are a lot of them—of course, we had to squeeze in to fit everyone in the frame. Which most, if not all, would totally understand if there wasn't a picture of me from the day before.

This is the clearest one I've seen of that particular encounter and you can plainly see Namjoon gripping my arms, gazing down at me with surprise touched with worry and fondness. I look up at him, teary eyes wide and my mouth agape. Clearly not the response of an accidental run-in. The other guys' expressions don't help either. Each of them wears varying shades of kind concern. It's evident that we aren't strangers, maybe even that we're romantically involved.