Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Let Go

I thought the rumors wouldn't bother me. I thought I had already heard and seen it all so I wouldn't even bat an eye at all the ridiculous theories and bullshit that was plastered on every social media, entertainment, and international news outlet. But sitting here, as the guys experience humiliation and anger at the baseless, vicious stories in real-time, truly hurts me to the core. They're always so great about brushing this kind of stuff off their shoulders. And while, yes, they too have been the victims of the rumor mill, this time seems different. Because for once, the rumors are true.

While I'm being raked through the mud as a prostitute, a gold digger and a stalker by many netizens, the general consensus is that I'm Jungkook's girlfriend, which is obviously the truth. However, it totally disregards the other members and their feelings. And that doesn't sit well with me, or Jungkook, who would never dream of hurting his brothers.

"So the company isn't going to put out a statement to clear everything up?" I ask.

We're all sitting in the living room with the managers. Even Taehyung has rushed back from his trip after getting word about the accident. He sits to my right while Jin is on my left. Jungkook and Jimin sit on the floor in front of me while the rapline squeezes in where they can.

Sejin shakes his head but it's Namjoon that answers.

"If they say it's not true, we risk people making up their own stories about you, which they'll do anyway. But at least this way, we can try to protect you. We can kinda control it. Plus, they'll know you're important to Jungkook, so maybe they'll back off."

"Or they'll hate me even more," I grumble.

Jungkook looks up at me from where he's stationed on the floor, big eyes filled with regret. "Sorry, Noona."

I shake my head and plaster on a rueful smile. "Not your fault, baby. I just don't want anyone getting their feelings hurt. It's not fair, you know? And I just feel so...exposed. They've already found my social media accounts, my name, even where I'm from."

And there's a good chance they'll find out more. A lot more than anyone in this room knows.

"The company will take action on any defamation claims," Sejin pipes up in accented English. "Even about you."

"I appreciate that, thank you," I nod. "But I don't want to go through with anything unless we all agree. Yeah, we can let people think what they want and it is the truth...just not the whole truth."

"Are you saying you want to tell people about us?" Yoongi questions.

I shake my head. "No. Yes. I mean, we can't and even if we could, no one would understand. I just don't like pretending like my love for the other six members doesn't exist."

Yoongi nods with understanding yet doesn't say another word. Maybe because it bothers him too. I've already seen the hurt flash across Jimin features upon hearing the plan, although he'd never say anything. He wants to be my boyfriend too. He wants the entire world to know that we're in love. But that would only cause an even greater shitstorm of social media attacks and rumors, especially given his individual fanbase. Jimin stans are fiercely protective and can be ruthless. Many have already started their own hate campaign, accusing me of coming in between their "ship." It's seriously sick and unsettling.

Being Jungkook's girlfriend isn't much safer. While some fans have accepted that the maknae is all grown up and off the market, many have gone above and beyond to prove all the ways that I'm not good enough for him. I'm not pretty enough. I'm not thin enough. My skin isn't fair enough. I'm not Korean. I'm not a good dresser. My ass is too big. I'm too old. My lips are too full. I'm too short. I'm a dumb, ignorant American who could never deserve to be on Jeon Jungkook's arm.