I unlocked the bathroom door slowly, my hand still clasping on the phone. Taehyung was leaning against the door frame, one hand in his pocket and regretful eyes gleaming at me. He looked so conflicted it would be heart-breaking if only it weren't for his mental breakdown just some minutes ago.

My chest heaved. I desperately needed to get away. To not look at him. To not as much as be in the same room with him. This had all been too much for me and I feared I was going to break down as well if I didn't leave.

I took a couple of cowardly steps forward. He didn't budge and instead just looked at me with a certain sadness tainting his eyes.

"Y/N," he rasped.

I placed his phone back on the table, my hand trembling. Cautiously, I walked up to the door and pressed the handle to see that it was open. I let out a sigh of relief. He had unlocked it.

"Where are you going?" Taehyung whispered.

"I'm leaving. I really can't do this right now. I'm sorry, Taehyung. Give me back my phone, please."

Reluctantly, he handed over to me the small object, guilt still very much present on his face. He didn't say anything, nor did he go after me. Deep down, I was certain he realized he had really taken it too far. But I couldn't just stay there and assure him that everything would be alright. Because for me, it wouldn't.

We exchanged one last glance before I stepped out. I had no idea how I found the strength to shuffle to the exit. I felt so light-headed that I barely moved my legs. I even considered calling a cab instead of driving home. I was so exhausted.

Walking out, I kept glancing over my shoulder to see whether he had gone after me. He hadn't. A wave of thankfulness washed over me. I desperately needed some space from him.

Upon going out to the street, I squinted my eyes to adjust them to the sudden light. Before I knew it, a couple of men I didn't recognize came my way. I tried passing them by, but they stood right in front of me.

"Miss Y/N, are you and Kim Taehyung together now?" one of them said, practically shoving a smart phone in my face.

"How long has it been since you and Kim Taehyung have been in a relationship?" the other one asked.

"Are you just using Kim Taehyung for fame?"

"Is he paying you money?"

"Is this a publicity stunt?"

"How do you feel about Kim Taehyung's popularity?"

"N- no," was the only thing I could manage to say. "No! Go away!"

"Isn't it unprofessional of you to have an affair at your job?"

"Do you think it's unprofessional of Kim Taehyung to pursue a staff member?"

"Get away from me!" I cried out, desperately trying to get to my car but they followed me relentlessly.

"How is the sex-"

My vision became blurry as a rush of panic shot through me. Inadvertently, my whole body started shaking and I felt as if I was about to pass out when I heard him.

"Leave her alone."

Taehyung's growl came somewhere from behind, causing my head to snap back and stare at him standing a couple of meters away, face red with rage and nostrils flaring.

"Kim Taehyung, how will you comment your relationship with miss Y/N?" the men rambled again, question after question, without even stopping to catch their breath.

I clutched on my chest, helpless. My throat felt like sandpaper. I didn't know what to do, I was completely stupefied.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Why didn't you choose to date an idol instead?"

"Don't you think it's beneath you to date an ordinary person?"

I felt his hands snake their way around my waist as he held me just when my knees grew weak. He put himself in front of me and I couldn't see anything from behind his back.

"Go away," he snarled, body trembling with fury as I watched his hands ball into fists, the knuckles going completely white.

"Kim Taehyung, what will you say about..."

"Kim Taehyung, how will you comment..."

"Is she good in be-"

Before the man could even finish his sentence, Taehyung practically leapt forward like a lion, colliding his fist with the man's jaw in a precise, deadly punch, causing him to stagger backwards and fall on his back.

My hand shot up to cover my mouth as I watched. I had never seen Taehyung this angry, the inferno that burned in his darkened orbs catching me off guard.

"Say that one more time and you're dead!" he yelled down at the man. "Say it!"

A scream I couldn't suppress erupted from my mouth once Taehyung dropped to his knees and punched the man once again. Blind fury was sweeping off him, causing me to run to him frantically.

"Taehyung, stop!" I begged him, tugging at his side and pulling him up as hard as I could.

"How dare you talk that way to her?" he spat out, still very much immersed in his destructive wrath. "I'm asking you, how dare you?!"

"Taehyung, please," I pleaded, my weak voice breaking at this point. "It's not worth it. Let's go, please."

I somehow managed to pull him up to stand, but he just continued kicking the man. Instead of intervening, the other one just ran away, probably horrified by the scene that was unfolding in front of his eyes.

I could practically feel my pulse in my head, screaming and begging for Taehyung to stop. Everything melted away in a blur. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that his hands were bleeding.

"Taehyung, please. Stop!" I shouted and jerked his hand with all he strength I had. Something seemingly snapped in him as if I had flicked a switch and he withdrew, still panting uncontrollably.

Using the opportunity to stand up, the man jumped and dashed away with haste, stumbling on his feet and falling a couple times on his way before disappearing around the corner.

Still seething with fury, Taehyung breathed heavily next to me. I was horrified, staring at him slack-jawed. Silence hovered in the air around us as my hand still rested over my mouth.

"Give me your keys," I uttered.

"What?" he looked confused, hazel brown hair disheveled and cheeks slightly flushed from the fight

"The keys to your car. Give them to me," my fingers curled and uncurled, urging him to hand me over the keys. "You're in no state to drive." Neither was I, but that was another question. "And we have to get away from here as soon as possible. It's only a matter of time before they come back."

He stared at me wordlessly for a couple seconds before stuffing his hand in his pocket and handing me over the keys to the Mercedes. We both shuffled to the parking area in complete silence.

***

"Let me see," I muttered, taking Taehyung's hand in mine to inspect his bloody knuckles. We had just arrived at his place. My stomach turned in an unfriendly way as I reminisced the previous time I was here with him. I was so happy and now I was just anxious.

He yanked it off abruptly. "It's nothing." his gaze dropped to the floor.

"It's not. We need to put something on it," I frowned, taking a couple of steps towards the kitchen cabinet and rummaging through it for an emergency kit. "Do you have a band-aid around here somewhere?" I asked, my head swinging back to look at him.

He just peered back at me, a plethora of emotions swimming in his earthy orbs. "You're concerned for me. That's good," he gave a weak smile. "It means there's still a part of you that cares for me."

I didn't give an answer to that. I couldn't. Instead, I focused on finding some antiseptics and sterile gauze I would use to put a bandage on his hand. He hissed upon the contact of the antiseptic against the bloody tissue and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. No matter how much I wanted to hate him right now, I still felt a sharp twinge pierce through my heart at the sight of him being in pain.

I stood up and walked to the sink to wash my hands.

"You're so beautiful," he let out all of a sudden, making me freeze in my spot.

"Thank you," I said stiffly and turned around. He continued to gaze at me, making me nervous. "I'm leaving," I announced. In the end, this had been what I was planning to do. Get him home and then go back to my place. I was going to deal with those reporters later, when I would be in the right head space.

"Please don't," his jaw clenched and released. He was obviously nervous and it took me aback to see him like that. He had always seemed so smooth and confident and right now, he looked more like a lost boy than like a man.

"I have to," I insisted, wanting nothing more than to leave. If I stayed one more second, I feared all of my defenses would crumble down.

"Y/N," he choked up on the words. "Please."

I narrowed my eyes at him, letting out a shaky breath. "Okay then. Taehyung. Why did you have those pictures of me on my phone?" I asked, finally addressing the elephant in the room.

He looked away. "I just do. What's wrong with that?"

"Taehyung, there were pictures there of me with my family and friends. Where could you possible get those from? Have you been following me?"

"No," his face darkened. "I had people take them for me."

A sharp gasp escaped me as I couldn't contain my shock. Cold chills ran down my spine.

"Taehyung, this is borderline obsessive."

"I prefer passionately infatuated," he mumbled, earning a scowl from me.

I stared back at him, my hands clutching on the edge of the kitchen counter. "Do you think this is normal human behavior?"

"I'm not sure I know what normal is anymore. Not since I met you," his eyes flickered back at me, glistening with sincerity.

I felt like something was clasping on my throat, something I just couldn't swallow. This whole situation was highly alarming. Unsettling. Wrong.

I must have stayed silent a little bit too long because he spoke up.

"I know I took it too far today. I'm so, so sorry, Y/N. I just lost it. Something about you just makes me so possessive. And jealous. I wasn't in my right mind," he stood up, walking up to me. A slight wince went through my face when he cupped my cheeks and I hissed. "You know that's not who I am. I don't know what got into me today."

"You scared me," I gulped.

His eyelids fluttered slightly, guilt plastered all over his face. "I'm a broken man, Y/N. I'm fucked up. I ruin everything," his head dropped to his chest.

My mind felt as though it was being bombarded with thoughts. Flashbacks from the violent state I had just seen Taehyung in resurfaced back in my mind. I couldn't get over it. I'd never be able to get over it.

"Say something," he begged.

My hands traveled to rest on his, pulling them away from my face. "I'm so sorry, Taehyung," I grumbled. "I need to go," a whimper escaped my lips as I spun on my heel and walked to the door.

It was my time to leave now.

He didn't say a word as he followed me, his hand suddenly tugged on my sleeve slightly. I glanced over at him only for my gaze to cast over his teary eyes. It was so strange, seeing him all of these different emotional states just in the span of one day.

"I don't want you to go," he whispered weakly, suddenly grabbing me by the hand and pulling me in towards himself, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. I instantly felt something damp fall on the bare skin of my neck, causing my whole body to tense up.

I felt how heavy he was as he practically collapsed onto me, his body slightly shaking. He was in such a low state, I just couldn't believe my eyes.

"Don't go. I need you," he sobbed into my chest, his hands clutching at my clothes as I held him. "Please don't leave me alone."

Author's note:
Be honest, guys. On a scale 0-100 how much exactly do you hate me for the last chapter?

I'm jk. Please keep in mind that I don't condone nor glorify Taehyung's behavior. However, his behavior is that of an obsessed person. Thus the title.

What do you think? Should we stay with him or should we leave? Feel free to share your thoughts 💜