"Start talking."

Releasing me from his deep gaze, his eyes darted down to the phone. Pressing numerous buttons to check whether it really was revivable.

I didn't have a choice. Escaping this situation seemed as impossible as walking straight through a maze. And a maze it was, when I looked at him I wasn't sure whether he was curious as to what happened, angry, or just plain bored out of his mind.

"Well?" His impatient fingers drummed on the cold table just as impatiently as the wall clock ticked away the silent evening.

Maybe it was tired of waiting too.

"It was an accident." I heaved averting my eyes to my tangled fingers on my lap. Still he stayed in silence, waiting for a much bigger explanation than what I offered.

"I dropped it in the bathtub when I took a bath that one day." I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for a booming voice like that of his fathers to put me in my place.

"And?"

It's coming. I know it is..

"And I was scared that you'd be mad. So I hid it."

"Yea I know, Jin told me what happened. I had a feeling that you broke it somehow." His words came out soft, but capable.

"Oh."

"I don't understand, you were scared of me getting angry?" He moved the phone aside, seemingly over the fact that it was useless.

"Yes.. I just thought that you would-"

"That I would do what?" His tone raised in question.

"That you would... I don't know... hurt me." I gulped, eyes staring deep into his.

"Y/N, you've literally kicked me in the balls before," he stopped for a faint moment to look down at the painful memory, "I just don't get it. I can see that you're afraid of me! No... not just me. The boys too. And when you met my father. You couldn't even talk to me normally at the airport."

I looked down in shame. I knew I wasn't normal. And I was never going to be.

"I want to know why you're like this? For how long have you been like this? No. Who did this to you?" His expression was one I've never seen before. Concern.

Should I just spill my story to him? This man whom I don't fully trust. This man whom I prayed to the lord I would never see again. Should I pour out my dreaded story that's never been before poured out?

My brain told me no.

My fears said no.

My conscious said no.

But my aching heart tipped the jar, like gravity words started to flow off my tongue.

"My parents were both finishing up Med school, they had me, but med school was priority," He nodded, "So I would usually have a babysitter. At times it was my aunt, but after moving away, my uncle filled her position."

With a shaky breath I continued, "It was all fun at first. We would play games, pass the time with adventurous stories, eat from different fast foods places. It was great... but little by little he started to become more and more intimate. The games would involve him touching me, caressing my neck, tracing the shape of my legs. And as child I didn't think anything of it because in the end I was just a little kid."

I grabbed my hair in frustration, practically reliving the scaring memories like an old movie playing through my mind. In response, he fixed my hair behind my ear and whole heartedly motioned for me to continue.

"I got used to him touching me like that so often that I didn't even mind it happening... and then both my parents left for a while. I don't remember where, but it was definitely planned. Because that night... he raped me."

Silent tears started flowing from my eyes plopping loudly on the cold table.

Why did I decide to tell him this again?

"Y/N... did you tell anyone? Mention it to the police? Where is your uncle now?" Taehyung's eyebrows knitted together as he concentrated on my eyes like they were the ones with the answers.

"I thought I would get in trouble if I told them. I didn't have such a good relationship with them since they were always out and about. So the police didn't know either. And my uncle disappeared a couple days later after it happened." Chuckling I wiped my tears away, "To make myself feel better, I always told myself that he felt guilty, but I think he was just scared I would tell someone."

I could practically see the pity in his eyes as he studied my sniffling figure. My nose painted itself pink, and my sleeves had darkened in color from my constant wiping of tears.

"So how does it feel then?" He broke the sad silence hanging in the air.

"How does it feel? What do you-"

"How does it feel to get a rock that size off your chest?" His question encouraged feelings within me to mix and mix until a sudden satisfaction layered over me .

"It's actually nice."

A sweet smile showed on his face, he was satisfied too.

A bird's chirp rung through the air making my ears perk and my hands dug through my pockets.

"Y/N wait. Before you read that. I need you to know something." His soft hand touched my arm receiving my full wide-eyed attention.

"I already knew your story." He continued.

My eyes narrowed in on his brain, so he really can read minds?

"Y/N whatever you're thinking stop thinking it, remember how drunk you were?" Pieces of the puzzle started to fit together in my head.

"Yea just in case you were wondering, when you're drunk, you turn into a sassy three year old who wants to have sex."

And... I almost fell out of my chair.

"WAIT WHAT?! IS THAT WHY I WOKE UP IN YOUR BED?" I couldn't believe my ears, I was so drunk I slept with a guy. No. So drunk, that I slept with Taehyung!

"Aishhh, no I made up the last part, hahaha. Actually you fell asleep in my car so I had to carry you all the way to our dorm, and I'm not really allowed in your room, soo..."

"Oh."

"Yea, so continuing on what I wanted you to know... I understand why you're like this and the affect it has had on you. Thank you for telling me," he stopped for a brief moment to exhale a tired sigh, "You know, I'm starting to like you more and more every day... And after what happened today with the girls I have this strong instinct to protect you."

I swallowed hard at his words, they were ones I've never heard before.

"You like me?..."

I turned away from his face, not knowing how to respond to this- what ever this is. Is it a confession?

"I can't explain it. You're different than other girls and it makes me want to give you everything I have to offer."

Yea. That was a 100% confession.

"Taehyung, I don't even know how to.. respond to you..." bringing my eyes back to his, I was met with a sparkling galaxy of hazel.

"You don't have to. But from now on. I'm going to be going everywhere with you, not because I want to. But because I need to." His tone quickly went from soothing to demanding.

"I don't need you to follow me around like a babysitter." I huffed bringing my eyebrows down.

"You sure? Open that message on your phone then."

Opening the message I had hoped it would be Jungkook trying to prank text me or Lisa asking me for homework answers, but boy was I wrong.

My eyes widened when I saw pictures that I didn't want to see, pictures of my dorm room from outside my window and text messages begging for one night stands.

A loud gulp escaped my throat and a hollow feeling enveloped my chest. My best option would be to make sure Taehyung was always with me. Other wise, I was bound to have a repeat of history somewhere down the line.

"Fine, but I can go to the bathroom by myself."

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle, "Potty trained already?"

My turn to roll my eyes. I was about to get up from the squeaky bar chair and dismiss myself from this pathetic joke of a man.

"Oh yea. Take off your sweater." He turned around and opened the fridge.

Did he just ask me to?

"Excuse me?" Was he horny again?

Turning back around, his gaze met mine and it was more serious than I thought it would be.

"I'm not  joking... Just take off your sweater." His head tilted to the side, obviously confused why I couldn't take off my sweater, it's not like it's my panties I'm taking off, "Y/N, do you trust me?"

A sudden guilt built up inside me, it's not like I trust him. But I really do.

It's confusing don't ask.

"Fine."

I started taking off my sweater, making sure that my shirt underneath didn't come off with it. As soon as it was off my eyes had opened to the bright lights, and a cold metal had been put to my cleavage making my nerves shoot alarming flashes of electricity to my brain.

"WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Again I almost fell out of the chair and pushed his hand away holding a...

"Is that a spoon?"

"Yes." He blew onto it and wiped it in his shirt.

"Why do you have a spoon. And... why is it so cold, like damn." I looked down to my cleavage as much as my neck allowed before it clicked.

"Baby, I always put a spoon in the freezer for hickeys." He shot me a wink before nearing me once again and placing the spoon back on me.

"Oh."

"Y/N, I'm not trying to hurt you, I know they bother you. And Jimin was probably making fun of you today." He moved the spoon to a different spot, making me wince from the sudden change of temperature.

"Sorry."

I couldn't say anything to him. He was too focused on healing my couch kisses and I was too busy looking at every detail of his face. The shape of his crescent eyes. The sharp jawline that could probably peel and cut my potatoes. And his pinky innocent lips that could turn on you at any moment. Seeing him this up-close was like finally seeing a painting in a museum that you could only see from pictures online.

And it was absolutely breathtaking.

"Having fun there?" Taehyung giggled.

He walked away briefly to grab a different spoon from the freezer before coming back and pulling my shirt a little lower and placing the spoon next to the fringe of my bra. I expected a dirty or smart ass comment, but nothing come out. And I knew he was using every muscle in his body to hold back.

"Are you having fun there?" Proud of my comeback, I smiled at him, but I swear to god it felt so unnatural.

He looked up from his work and his eyes sparkled and dilated, "You should smile more at me."

A heat flushed across my cheeks and my heart started to beat loudly on my rib cage like an obnoxious teenager who just got his drums in the garage.

"By the way, Let's talk money." He quickly changed the topic when his cheeks too had ripened.

"Money? You need money?" I was actually 100% confused.

"Yes and no. You need the money. Because you owe me about... oh let's see... about $1,900 American dollars."

My jaw dropped to the floor. In response he closed it for me and continued.

"You broke my expensive phone and tore my favorite Gucci sleeping shirt, so round that baby up and it's 2 grand even."

"Well.. I don't.. I just... Taehyung I don't have that kind of money to spare."

"Yea I know, that's why you're going to be doing me a couple of favors to pay it off, for now I don't know what they are so sit tight." I was glad he was at least able to maneuver around the two thousand dollar debt.

"Thank you Taehyung." Again I smiled tiredly.

Did I just smile again?

The gurgling and demanding growl of my stomach intruded both my thoughts and the growing silence between us.

"Did you not eat?" He questioned staring at my stomach.

"No.. I didn't have time." I covered up my fat stomach to stop his wondering eyes.

Actually I haven't eaten normally in the past 3 days...

"Oh shoot, let me heat you up some panda."

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After eating and stuffing ourselves with orange chicken and noodles, we parted ways, said goodnight, and went to our rooms.

Actually, specifically, I went to the bathroom. To hurl out the contents of my stomach.

YA'LL $2,000 IS NOTHING TO SNEEZE AT.
And poor Y/N :( I've been there before too.  Anyways hope you guys liked this chapter :) next in store for the next one!

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