Are You Calling Me A Sinner? {BTSxReader}

14. Confession

     "I don't have to explain shit," your voice conveys the mixed feelings you're experiencing.

     "Oh yes you do. We're not leaving until you tell us whatever the hell that was." The sternness in Jin's eyes tell you he's not playing. But neither are you.

     Your eyebrows furrow, anger blatantly written all over your face. "It doesn't matter, we're all adults. You can fuck whoever you want, and I can do as I please. Or are you saying I'm not allowed to, because I swear to god-"

     "No, that's not it, you can do what you want," Yoongi cuts in, waving his hands around to get his point across.

     "Then what is it? You say I'm free to do whatever, but the minute I have a guy over, I'm suddenly not allowed to do anything! I'm not the one that fucked other people after giving another false hope!" Your nostrils flare as you stand up, storming through your restroom and to your closet, pulling a random red hoodie off of its hanger and over your head. Hearing no argument from the seven men, you continue your rant, walking back into your room and out of the door. You didn't miss the way their eyes bulged, the two youngest clearly not having told their hyungs you knew about the other girls. "This is so immature! Pick a fucking side! I wanted to trust you guys, and I truly thought we had a connection, but clearly I'm just some toy!" You thunder down the staircase, pairs of footsteps following. "You know what? I'm not just some fucking play thing! You guys sit on your high horses, parading around in front of the pretty girls in town, your good looks on display. It's not fair. You guys think you have some claim on me? You don't! Not if you can't tell me what I mean to you." You don't have a destination in mind as you trample around your house, only knowing that moving is better than staying still. "I need to know. What am I to you? Because I won't just wait for your beck and call when I have someone who is clearly waiting for me." You stop at the breakfast bar, the seven mobsters on the other side, waiting for their chance to speak.

     "You don't understand, Y/N, it's not like that," Hoseok's usually stern eyes are soft as they gaze at you, wanting to tell you the truth.

The gang can't see all of your face, your eyes cast down as they start to water. You don't know why you're being weak while you should be standing your ground, but there's something about these seven assholes that makes your heart fragile.

"Then what is it like?" you weep, pleading to know what you don't. Why aren't I being stronger?

"Y/N... we can't hear you... please tell us what you said," Taehyung's soft, velvety voice begs.

"What is it like?! Tell me!" You scream, looking up at the men. Tears finally fall, unable to hold them back any longer. "I need to know!"

"It's because we lo-" Jimin cuts himself off, afraid of what was going to come out of his mouth.

Your eyebrows crease, a desperate look taking over. "You what?"

"Nothing... he can't tell you," Jungkook answers.

Anger once again contorts you're face. "Fucking tell me! I'm tired of playing cat and mouse."

"We literally can't tell you," Namjoon insists, hands raised in a defensive manner.

Your eyes turn feral as you stalk up to Jimin, the latter taking steps back until he's against the wall. You don't stop pressing, balling his shirt collar in your fists.

"Tell me!" you snap.

"No!" he yells, scared of the look in your eyes.

"Just fucking tell me! Jesus! How hard can it be!" you bellow, on the verge of violence.