WARNING: this chapter might be triggering for some people.

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"Did he also tell you he was screwing her too?"

I felt like a cluster bomb had exploded in my brain. Taehyung stared me down, his eyes merciless as his white-knuckled fingers clutched on the edge of the table he was leaning against.

"No," I admitted in a small voice. "No, I did not know that."

He scoffed, looking away. "But are you surprised?"

The tone of his voice was sharp, almost unforgiving, cutting me in like a knife. I never knew he could speak in such a manner, much more exude such coldness. The gentle, affectionate Taehyung from last night was gone, only to be replaced by this rigid, stern replica of him.

"Did he know?" I asked.

"He claims that he didn't. But do you think I believed him?"

"No."

"Do you think he deserves that? For people to put their trust in him?" Taehyung gave a sardonic smile that bared his teeth, giving him an almost animalistic look.

"I don't know." I whispered, and that was the truth. I didn't know if Jimin could be trusted. Turns out, I didn't know him at all.

Taehyung walked over to the fridge casually, taking out a bottle of water. "Do you see it now? Do you see who he really is?" he let out an exasperated sigh, hands clasping on the plastic bottle. "He's a nasty little fucker."

Still, there was something that I couldn't quite understand. It didn't tie up. "Taehyung, she was at the restaurant last night," I uttered, pausing to see his reaction. He seemed completely unbothered by that information. "She was there just a second before you ran into me and Jimin arguing. Was she there... for you?" I trailed off, not wanting to consider the possibility that she was. Would Taehyung end up to be the one Tiffany was obsessing over?

He sneered, giving the most chillingly cold laugh. "Oh, baby, never in a million years would she be there for me. I ended that the second I found out he was fucking with her. I don't give a damn about her," he huffed and I shuddered at his language. "She thought she could just wrap us both around her finger and we'd just play along. Big mistake."

"Then why would she be there?"

Taehyung shrugged. "Probably for him. I won't be surprised if he got her knocked up or something if they're still fucking. It won't be his first time."

To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. I was utterly appalled and scandalized, first at his choice of words and then at the possibility that what he told me could be true. At that moment, I hated Tiffany for hurting Taehyung, but I hated Jimin more for hurting me. The four of us were in some twisted circle of pain. Jimin really did hurt me, as much as I didn't want to admit it, for leading me on and deluding me into thinking that he could be a decent human being.

Part of me thought that he could really have been there for me last night when I heard him sending Tiffany away, just as he had been there for me with the photos. But it was all an illusion. His whole demeanor was an act, a pretty lie he had crafted in order to mask his rotten personality.

"This is just so fucked up," I breathed out, suddenly feeling nauseous. Everything was starting to get too much for me. I couldn't even remember how I ended up in this mess. But I knew that I had to cut this vicious circle somewhere. I knew someone had to start telling the truth. I was suffocating in this web of lies and secrecy.

"Taehyung, I think I have to tell you something."

He glanced up to peer into my eyes. "Hm?" he hummed, arching a brow. A dull ache tugged at my heart upon realizing what my words would do to him. I didn't want history to repeat itself, I didn't want to be that girl messing around with two guys at once. He deserved to know and no matter how afraid I was of his reaction, I had to tell him.

"Jimin kissed me."

"He did what?"

Taehyung froze. The distance between us grew bigger and bigger, pulling the soul out of my body and rendering me speechless. His face started smoldering underneath the stony expression, the corner of his lips twitching.

"When did this happen?"

"Some days ago." I whispered.

"How?"

"It was the day when the photos of me and you arrived. I was terrified. He called me and asked me whether I had already seen them. He knew about them before I did. He came over to my place. I was so shaken and... and somehow it happened," I spoke quickly, pacing through the words. A rush of panic shot through my body as Taehyung eyed me motionlessly. "I pulled away the moment I realized what was happening. Taehyung, I'm telling you this because I want to be honest with you. I want to come clean so that there'd be no more secrecy between us."

Suddenly, he slammed his fist against the table, causing me to flinch. He let out a frustrated huff, burying his face into his palms.

Tears started to well up in my eyes. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I never meant to hurt you. I made a mistake. I want to make it right, that's why I'm telling you this."

He didn't even look up at me as his chest heaved up and down, a choked groan escaping him.

I walked over to him, stretching out my hand so that I could touch his but he yanked it off. "So you're telling me..." he paused as if he had trouble breathing. "You were kissing Jimin... just some minutes before I came to your place?" his voice cracked towards the end of his sentence, making my heart drop.

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "It just happened. It was stupid, Taehyung, really, really stupid. I was stupid." I whimpered. "I wasn't thinking. I didn't think!"

He stood up, his eyes glistening with a glossy layer. The sight just chased nearly all the air from my lungs.

"I'll completely understand if you don't want to see me now," my gaze dropped to the floor as a small sniffle escaped me. I was ashamed.

Looking down at me, he remained silent and not uttering a single word. It was heart-wrenching how his brows dipped slightly as he continued to stare sightlessly at me.

Not being able to take any more of that pain, I took a step towards the door. All I wanted was to curl into a ball and cry, cry until there were no tears left in my eyes. "I'll... go then." I choked on the words and turned around before I felt a solid grip around my upper arm.

"No, you won't."

My head snapped up as I inhaled sharply. Taehyung was holding me, his grip becoming rougher by the second until it just started causing me physical pain. "Taehyung, let go." I begged, but he ignored my plea.

Instead, he jerked me abruptly, pulling me closer to himself and my face contorted in a painful grimace upon feeling his fingers notch into my skin.

"What are you doing?" he nearly snarled, his whole face darkening. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" his voice was scary, making the blood in my veins freeze.

"Taehyung, let me go!"

"Why the fuck can't you understand that I can't let you go?"

"You're hurting me!" I cried out, trying to pull away as hard as I could before he finally let go, causing me to stagger backwards a little bit.

My heart felt as though it was going to combust in my chest when he started walking towards me and I instinctively took a couple steps back, until my back rested against the cold wall. I shivered, unable to breathe, unable to think. This version of Taehyung was new, never seen before, fires of fury ignited in his pitch black orbs now and my whole body started shaking.

My knees went weak when he pinned me to the wall, his warm breath sending a breeze against my neck. For the first time, I didn't find this pleasant at all. I wanted to push him back, to run away but I was completely paralyzed.

I nearly jumped when his fist connected to the wall next to me. "Taehyung, stop this!" I begged breathlessly as his eyes darted at me. They were seething with raw anger, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

"How was it? Tell me, how was it to feel him on your lips?" he growled. He landed another punch to the wall, this time earning a choked up shriek from me. "Did you like it? Did he touch you, with the same hands that he touches all of them?"

"Please, stop," tears streamed down my face like water from a broken dam. "You're scaring me."

"Was he good? Was he better than me?"

Taehyung turned around abruptly to kick a wooden chair, breaking it in two in a single strike. He reached out to grab one of the glasses on the table, throwing it against the wall where it shattered into pieces.

"Taehyung, stop!" I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut from the fear.

Everything turned into a blur around me as he continued to destroy every single thing in the room. He didn't stop. Stupefied, I couldn't make out anything with my bloodshot eyes, but I was definitely sure his hands were bleeding.

My trembling hand shot to my pocket, pulling out my phone. My head was throbbing with my chaotic thoughts. I had to call someone, just anyone. I needed help dealing with this. I scrolled through my contacts frantically. Namjoon, Jungkook...

Panting uncontrollably, Taehyung grabbed the phone from my hand.

"Taehyung, give me back my phone," my voice was shaking. I tried to be firm, but I just sounded weak. "Give it back to me."

"No." he simply said.

"Give me back my phone," the lump in my throat made it hard to speak. His eyes didn't leave mine, refusing to listen to my plea. At this point, I was completely petrified. I had never been in a situation like this, I didn't know what to do. I just knew that I was scared and needed to get out of here.

Almost frantic, I rushed for the door but was shocked to see that it was locked. Wide eyed, I whipped around to stare at Taehyung in disbelief.

"Why is the door locked?" I rasped. "Taehyung, why is the door locked?!"

"Why are you doing this?" he spoke, not bothering to answer my question, his hand still clutching on my phone.

"What the fuck do you mean why? Why are you doing this?" I raised my voice. "You're freaking me out right now! Open the fucking door, Taehyung!"

"Do you want to run away from me?" he questioned, a certain sadness suddenly creeping up on his face. "You said you wanted to be with me. You don't anymore?" his eyelids fluttered, his gaze innocent as ever.

"Taehyung, you're not yourself right now. Please just calm down. Please, unlock the door."

"I can't," he sounded almost apologetic. "I can't, because you'll leave."

"You think it's better for the both of us if you keep me here by force?"

"Of course," he seemed so convinced in his statement that I shuddered. "I have to keep you away from him, from his dirty hands."

It was apparently too late, but I finally realized it. Taehyung wasn't in his right mind. This wasn't the thinking of a sane man.

"He'll just taint you," he whispered, slowly coming closer. I felt my chin start to tremble. "He's already tainted you. But I won't let him do it anymore." I tilted my head to the side. I couldn't look at him. His hand traveled to cup my cheeks, forcing me to peer into his eyes.

"Taehyung, I want to go now." I mumbled weakly.

"But baby, you can't go. You can't go, unless I say you can." His eyes were so gentle, so vulnerable as he stroked my cheek with his thumb. A horrifying contrast to how he was making me feel right now.

"Please." I whimpered through the tears. "Just unlock the door. I promise you I won't try to leave. I promise you, Taehyung."

His face darkened. "Lies. You're lying to me." his grip on my chin became tighter, rougher as he clenched his jaw. His other hand gravitated to rest on my waist, his fingers digging into the skin through my thin shirt.

I took a deep breath in and shut my eyes close. I could still hear his labored breathing close to me. His grip around me loosened and at this moment, I mustered all the strength I had in my body to push him away from me and run towards the bathroom door, grabbing a phone that rested on one of the sofas on the way there. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Taehyung's delayed reaction as he leapt after me, but not quickly enough.

I slammed the door behind me, my uncoordinated fingers fiddling with the key, miraculously locking it just in time so that he couldn't open it.

"What are you doing?" Taehyung grunted from behind as I blankly watched how the door handle shook under his intense pushing. "Open the door," his voice was calmer now.

"No, I won't." I refused firmly, knowing fully well I couldn't hide in there forever. But this Taehyung just terrified me. I had no idea what had gotten into him and causing that sudden shift in demeanor. I never knew he had this in him and it freaked the living shit out of me.

"Please, Y/N. Open the door," His distant voice penetrated through the thick wood and I heard a slight thud, like he was pressing his forehead into the door. "I didn't mean that. I didn't mean any of that."

"Taehyung, you hurt me." I couldn't suppress a sob.

"Please, baby," he begged, his voice wavering. The groan that escaped him was audible even through the door. There was a big pause before he started talking again. "I lost it. I'm sorry. I'm not a monster, please believe me. This will never happen again, just... please come out."

"You're this different person. You're not yourself now, Taehyung," I gulped, trying to swallow down the tears. "I've never seen you like this. You're confusing me."

"I know," his voice was barely above a whisper. "I fucked up. I'm better now. Please, come out and we can talk. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you."

I inhaled sharply upon hearing the long sigh that escaped him. Truth be told, at that moment I couldn't trust him at all. I was shaken. I felt weak. Vulnerable. Afraid.

"Baby?" his voice was so sweet and tender, laced with affection. "I just want to hold you. Will you let me do that?"

At that point, I realized I was still clutching on his phone in my hand. I had grabbed it spontaneously without giving it too much thought. My primal instincts taking over me, I unlocked it. I had to call someone that Taehyung would listen to. I was afraid that he'd just spiral back into madness if I came out. Jimin was definitely off the list. My first thought was of Namjoon, or Yoongi even. It seemed to me that they were the people Taehyung would listen to the most.

Upon swiping up, my gaze cast over Taehyung's lockscreen.

My breath hitched in my throat and my hand inadvertently shot up to cover my mouth as I couldn't contain my shock.

It was a picture of me. A selfie I had taken a lot of time ago, that I had never sent to him.

I gasped. I started swiping. His phone was full with photos of me, ones that I had taken myself and ones that I had not. The second ones were taken from afar and I was doing mundane, everyday things in them, like walking to the company building or unlocking my car. They looked like someone had been following me from a distance.

I felt like I was going to choke. "Oh my god," I let out under my breath. There were also photos of me spending time with my family or friends, along with selfies I had taken by myself that I hadn't shown to anyone. How the hell did he get them from my phone?

I lost my balance. I swayed a little bit, staggering backwards against the cold surface of the sink. The whole room started swirling and I felt like I was about to pass out when I finally saw them. The last drop.

The photos of me and Taehyung having sex in his car the first time we were together.

They were there.

In his phone.

"Baby, are you coming out?" he asked from behind the door in a small voice. "I'm all better now. I think I just need you to wrap me up in your embrace. Will you come out? I'll unlock the door, I promise."

My gaze snapped to the door.

"Taehyung," I breathed out. "What the fuck have you done?"

author's note:

aaand, there it is. the meltdown we've all been waiting for. sorry if it was too intense. some of you may be shocked, but guys, remember - this book is called 'Obsessed' for a reason.

On another note, I'd like to use this opportunity to shamelessly promote myself and announce that I've published a new Jimin story called 'Waiting Game'.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/189198795-waiting-game-pjm

If you've enjoyed my books, then I think you'd enjoy this one as well. I put so much effort in it to make it good ^^ So please check it out. Feedback is always welcomed. You can find it on my profile.

As always, thank you guys for reading. I purple you!