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╔.▪.═══════════════╗CHAPTER SEVEN• ɢᴏɴᴇ •

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-flashback-

"Don't you ever get scared of death?" You asked Taehyung.

"If I was scared of death I wouldn't be living this dangerous life," Taehyung responded.

"What even made you get into this life?"

"I love the rush I get when I go through something exciting. I love the thrill of not knowing if I'll make it out of a mission dead or alive. I'm reckless."

"Or just pure crazy." You suggested and Taehyung laughed.

"Maybe."

• • • •

You sat on the pavement as you cried. He was gone. Just like that. Burned by the flames that took over the mansion. Jimin tried to console you, but nothing could stop your sobs.

"Shh, Y/N. It's okay." Jimin whispered.

"We have to go. The police will be here any minute." Yoongi remarked.

"Come on." Jungkook leaned down to wrap his arms around your waist and pulled you up to your feet.

"You guys were just gonna leave without me?" You heard a familiar voice say.

You turned around and there he was-

Taehyung.

He walked over to you guys.

"I thought you were dead!" You hit his chest. "I thought you died!" You hit his chest again.

"You're crying over me? I would've thought you'd be crying over your lover." Taehyung replied ignorantly.

"What?" You asked in confusion, but your tone was filled with anger.

"What's the point in hiding it, Y/N. I know you slept with Jaesuk." Taehyung accused.

"Are you out of your mind?!" You shouted.

"He told me everything! He told me how good you did him that night!" He yelled back. "Sleep around, what do I care, but why did it have to be my biggest enemy?!"

You scoffed. You were hurt—not because of what he accused you of, but because he believed you would do something like that. You weren't one to sleep around. You would never even kiss someone carelessly. How could he think that?

"You're an ass." You said before turning to walk away.

Taehyung grabbed your elbow and harshly turned you around.

"You're not even denying it!"

"Why would I deny something I never did?!" You felt more tears pour out, but not out of sadness—out of anger. "I can't even believe you'd think I'd do something like that!"

"I barely know you! How the fuck am I supposed to know if the face of an angel belongs to the body of a whore!"

"Taehyung!" You heard Namjoon yell.

You slapped Taehyung. Hard.

"You're a fucking dick." You said in a low voice and then turned to walk away.

"Get her back here," Taehyung ordered. "We need to go."

"Did you even hear yourself right now? She's not going to want to be near you." Yoongi replied.

"Fine. Let her walk." Taehyung said and got into the limousine.

Jimin shook his head in dismay.

"I'm going with her," Jimin informed Namjoon and Yoongi.

"Where's Jimin?" Taehyung asked the boys once they got into the car.

"Doing the job you're not." Yoongi answered.

• • • •

"Here." Jimin handed you a pair of sweats and a T-shirt.

"Thanks." You said softly.

"Do you want some tea? It'll help you calm your nerves."

"Yes please."

"My room is down the hall—second door to the left."

"Can you help me first?" You asked.

"Sure. With what?"

"My zipper." You responded timidly.

"Oh. Y-yeah." Jimin stuttered.

You pulled your hair up for him to unzip your dress and he did. You turned back around to face him and gave him a small smile which he returned.

You walked into his room and started to undress. Jimin watched over the water and once it was boiling he went to go inform you but stopped in front of the slightly open door when he saw you in your undergarments.

She's beautiful...

Stop it Jimin! What the hell are you thinking?

He shook his head and walked back into the kitchen.

"You live here alone?" You questioned once you came back into the kitchen.

"No. The other boys live here as well. Taehyung used to live with us, but then he moved to live with you."

"Well, thank you... for letting me stay here." You gave him a small smile.

"No problem, and about Taehyung-"

"I don't want to talk about him." You interrupted and Jimin nodded in acceptance.

"But just so you know, when he's angry he says really stupid things he doesn't mean. I know what he said about you was wrong and you shouldn't forgive him if you don't want to, but he was hurt. Jaesuk, for some reason, is the only one who can get under his skin. He's done it multiple times before. Taehyung really likes you and when Jaesuk told him that lie... he didn't know how to react. He didn't know how to react to his enemy telling him that the girl he's been falling for and is finally trusting, slept with him. Love and trust isn't something Taehyung gives out easily. He's very careful about the people surrounding him. Yes, he yelled mean and hurtful things at you, but that was only because he was scared. Scared to believe that what Jaesuk had told him could be true." Jimin explained.

"So what? If I forgive him like it was nothing and someone lies to him again about me—what then? He'll take it out on me again and maybe it won't be with just impudent words." You recalled the night he laid his hands on you.

"What do you mean?" Jimin's facial expression was taken over by confusion.

"Nothing."

"Y/N... has Taehyung laid his hands on you?"

"No."

"Really? Then how do explain the faint purple markings on your upper arms that you have covered by makeup."

"The makeup has worn out a bit. I saw them when I unzipped your dress." He said after he saw your surprised expression.

"He was angry. I've never seen him like that. His eyes were so dark—empty—and for a second I was scared. I was scared that he could hurt me." Your eyes started to water. "I don't want to live with someone like that... I don't want to love someone like that."

"He's not that kind of person, Y/N. He would never hurt you."

"See, you don't know that. You weren't there. You didn't see how incensed he was. He's choleric. You never know with him."

Jimin didn't say anything. What could he say? He knew his friend was bad-tempered. He knew what his friend was capable of, but he also knew how fond Taehyung was over you. He would never deliberately hurt you.

Perhaps at times, it seemed like he was bad, but he wasn't. He was just a damaged boy—a damaged boy who has been hurt too many times by the ones he cares for. A damaged boy who would never want to hurt the ones he loves.

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So what's the tea?