Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Cypher 3: Killer

The second we step through the front door, I'm nearly swept off my feet and carried to the couch by Hoseok. He takes a beat to search my face, reassuring himself that I'm ok and safe in his arms, and then he sits beside me, holding my frame against his protectively. Hobi always has been affectionate and very nurturing with the entire group, especially the maknaes and me. However, he seems worried. Scared, even. If he's rattled, then I know there's cause for concern considering he's usually so level-headed and rational, and rarely cracks under pressure.

Yoongi must notice it too. He and Hoseok lock eyes, sharing an unspoken moment of mutual doubt before he sits on my other side and takes my hand in his. Seconds later, the rest of the guys file in, all wearing varying shades of concern, and take their seats on the couch or floor.

"What's wrong?" I ask, trying to break the ice.

Naturally, I look to Namjoon first but it's Jin who answers, seamlessly jumping into his protective role as the oldest.

"Nothing now. You're home and safe."

"But there could be something wrong," Jimin chimes in. "Jagi, have you checked sns?"

I frown and shake my head. "I hadn't gotten a chance to. I don't really like to be on Twitter or IG these days."

"Good," Namjoon sighs with relief. "It's probably a good idea if you delete the apps anyway. Just... don't go on social media at all."

I reel back a bit, confused. "Why?"

"Because..." Namjoon begins before looking over at Hoseok, searching for assistance or guidance. Hobi takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

"We can't hide it from her forever. We should be honest. That way, we can protect her."

My eyes go wide with fright. Protect me? This must be bad. Granted, Hoseok isn't always a ray of sunshine; he's quite serious and structured when he needs to be. But the fact that he seems less than confident about whatever we're up against speaks volumes.

Yoongi, who also seems to be trying to piece things together, pulls out his phone and taps the Twitter icon. Hoseok loosens his hold on me so I can lean over and take a look, yet he remains firmly planted to my side as if I'll be stolen away. And once I see the hashtags and corresponding tweets, I understand why.

Oh no.

vikook is over party @vikookanti

i have proof that #vikook is fake and violet is nothing but a slut that fucks for $. #army don't trust her. she is a snake and a liar. she doesn't love #jungkook. SHE'S USING HIM. we need to take her down now. if you wanna see proof, rt w/ ht #vikookisoverparty and I'll post that shit

"Huh?" I look up and find that they're staring at me with worry resting on their brows. "Where did this come from?"

Namjoon replies, "We don't know. It was posted a couple hours ago. Our IT team is on it but no one has answers yet."

I nod, but a sick feeling plants itself in my gut, especially as I take in their faces.

"Why would someone post something like that?" Taehyung says, his expression one of distress. I just want to reach out and hug him. Even when I feel the walls caving in on me, holding Taehyung is a remedy to combat the anxiety.

"Because baby..." I begin, taking a deep breath. "They want to hurt me. And they'll hurt all of you in the process. And I know exactly who's behind this. Jasmine."

None of them look surprised but when I catch Namjoon's eye, his lips press into a tight line. He knows a bit more than the others about my past. And he knows that if any of that were to be exposed, it'd be devastating for all of us.