Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Lost

"What are you doing here?"

Yoongi doesn't answer. He just strides right in, his expression unreadable. I'm still standing there with the door open when he turns around. And this time, he looks less than pleased with me.

This is what I expected. This is what made me run from the festival...what made me run from them. I couldn't stand for them to look at me like this. The thought that they could be angry at me—that they could hate me for betraying them—was too much to bear. And while Yoongi is just one man, his disdain is enough to cut me wide open.

He looks at my packed suitcase. Then looks at me. Then back at the suitcase.

"How could you...?"

The words start spewing out of me like vomit. "I know. I know I shouldn't have gone there. I'm sorry, ok? You don't even know how sorry I am. I should have stayed away and I tried to but...I know there's no excuse. I knew I wasn't welcome and I went anyway. I swear, I didn't tell them anything. I didn't say anything about any of you."

"How could you leave us?" He strides over to me, his expression softening with every step.

"What?"

He looks back at my suitcase. "Did...did we do something to make you unhappy? Did I make you unhappy?"

"What?" I repeat. "Of course not."

"Then why are you leaving?"

Dammit. I tried so hard to keep my emotions at bay. I thought I was all cried out. I walked over a mile with tears streaming down my face. How could I possibly have more?

I swallow through the knot in my throat and shake my head, trying like hell to remain strong. "Because...I met your parents." My voice breaks on a sob as big, embarrassed tears slide down my cheeks. "And they were lovely but I knew I wasn't supposed to. That wasn't my place, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

He doesn't say a word. He just closes the distance between us and wraps me in his arms, easing my face against his chest. And when my knees buckle from exhaustion, he leads me to the bed and strokes my hair, allowing me to continue to ruin his designer shirt with tears and smeared makeup. Only when my sobs have subsided does he speak.

"Why wasn't it your place?"

I can't look at him. I'm humiliated and I know I look terrible. My face is probably red and splotchy, and my eyes are swollen. I shake my head instead.

"You all didn't want me around your families," I begin, my voice hoarse. "And I get it, I swear. I'm not...your real girlfriend. I'm a secret. And I shouldn't embarrass you like that."

He grips my shoulders and turns me to face him, his brow furrowed. "Who told you that?"

"Told me what?"

"That we didn't want you around our families."

I shake my head. "No one told me. But I saw how everyone reacted when Mimi brought it up."

"But no one told you that we didn't want you to meet our parents?"

"Well...no..."

In an act that both confounds and frustrates me, Yoongi laughs, his gummy smile on full display.

"Violet," he utters, still breathless. "We are not ashamed or worried about you. We were worried about us."

"What do you mean?" I frown.

"Our, uh, parents...they know us. But they don't know us with a woman that we like...that all of us like. And we worried that we could not hide it."