Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Lie

"I...I have to tell you all something," I begin, my hands knotted in my lap. "Something I should have done a long time ago."

We're all sitting on the sectional, although I insist they sit across from me. I don't want them to touch me or hold me. Because once my secret is out, I don't want to know what it feels like to have them recoil in disgust and take their touch away. I don't deserve their comfort anyway.

"What is it, jagi?" Jimin asks quietly, his beautiful eyes filled with confusion. And fear.

"You can tell us anything," Taehyung tacks on from beside him. "We're here for you."

I nod. "I know," I reply, but really not meaning it.

"Violet, you don't have to do this right now. I mean, we just want to make sure you're ok. All we care about is you," Namjoon insists as he reads my reluctance. His eyes widen a fraction as if he's trying to convey an unspoken message but I choose to ignore it.

"I appreciate that, and I'll be fine. I just... I need to think about you guys for a change. You all take such good care of me and by me keeping this secret, I'm not taking care of you. So...I need to tell you before you find out when it's plastered on the next viral article."

"Big Hit is already handling that," Hoseok says. "They will put out a statement. And we'll push to take legal action for those photos. We won't let them do this."

"I understand. But still..." I take a deep, steeling breath. "You all need to know. You need to know what happened to me."

"What happened to you...?" Jungkook rasps, his big eyes wide with worry.

I nod. "Yes. When I was just a girl. It happened when I was barely fourteen."

"Shit..." Yoongi spits out, before scrubbing a hand down his face.

I continue before I lose my nerve. "I went to a party with a friend...with Jasmine. There was a guy I had a crush on. He was older and she said if maybe I loosened up a little, he'd like me too. So I drank. And...I was drugged."

"You were drugged?" Taehyung frowns, obviously appalled and confused. "Why?"

I shake my head. "I don't know. Maybe they thought I'd be more fun or easier to control. I guess they were right."

"What happened then?" Jin asks quietly. He reaches out as if he wants to touch me but stops himself, lets his hand drop into his lap.

"I...I don't know," I stammer. "Not exactly. I blacked out. Sometimes I get flashes of it in nightmares but when I wake up, I can't remember. I just know that...that he...that they..."

"They?" Hoseok fumes, fists balled on top of his knees.

I nod. "There was more than one, but I don't know if the other person touched me."

"How do you know it was more than one if you don't remember?" Jimin asks, working to keep his voice level although rage is brewing behind his glassy gaze.

"Because the other person took the pictures."

"Shit," Yoongi says again. Then he suddenly jumps to his feet, stunning us all, and roughly drags his hand through his hair, pulling at the roots. "Violet, you don't have to say another word. You don't have to tell us."

"I do. If I don't, this information will be used to hurt you. And I don't want you guys to find out from some trashy tabloid."

"It doesn't matter," he counters. I think he's about to leave but he begins pacing the floor, his fists tight at his sides. I've never seen Yoongi this worked up about...anything. Let alone me.