Tangled Realities (Ot7xreader)

Chapter 25

Jin opened his mouth again, but you didn’t let him finish.

The sound of your palm colliding with his cheek cracked through the room like a gunshot.

The world went silent.

Jin’s head whipped to the side, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stood frozen, his hand twitching at his side.

Your own hand burned, but you barely noticed. Your vision was swimming, a heavy pressure building behind your eyes.

And then, before you even realized it, your hands were gripping his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric as sobs tore from your throat.

"How could you do this?" Your voice broke completely. "How could you—after everything—how could you?"

Your knees buckled, but before you could collapse, a strong pair of arms wrapped around you from behind.

Hoseok.

His chest pressed against your back, arms locking around you tightly, holding you up as your body trembled violently in his grasp. Your breath came in sharp, desperate gasps, your nails digging into Jin’s shirt before slipping away completely.

"Shhh," Hoseok murmured, his voice laced with quiet urgency. "Breathe, baby, breathe."

But you couldn’t.

Your throat closed up, your lungs refused to expand, and your vision darkened at the edges. Your body felt too hot. Too overwhelmed. Like you were drowning in the weight of your own emotions.

Your hands clenched at nothing, chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths. Your legs gave out completely, but Hoseok held you up, tightening his grip as he rocked you slightly, whispering reassurances in your ear.

From across the room, Yoongi had a firm hold on Jin, his fingers wrapped around Jin’s bicep—not restraining, but grounding. Keeping him in place, as if making sure he wouldn’t move.

Then, the front door swung open with a loud bang.

"What the hell happened?!"

Namjoon.

His voice was sharp, frantic, eyes blown wide with panic. He was covered in sweat, his breath uneven like he’d just sprinted home the second he heard the yelling. His eyes darted between you and Jin, his face contorting in realization.

The bruising redness of Jin’s cheek.

Your crumpled form in Hoseok’s arms.

The suffocating tension choking the air.

And he knew.

Instantly, his expression darkened.

"Everyone. Living room. Now."

No one dared to argue.

As you were guided onto the couch, your body still trembled, hands gripping the fabric of your clothes in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. Hoseok sat beside you, his presence solid and unwavering, while the others took their places.

The silence was deafening.

And then, Jin spoke.

"I invited her over to the bakery," his voice was quiet, hoarse. "She wanted to talk."

Yoongi let out a sharp, bitter scoff, shaking his head. "Hyung—"

"I thought it wasn’t a big deal at first," Jin continued. "When I first met her again. When I invited her to our home."

Namjoon sucked in a sharp breath, his jaw clenching so tightly you thought his teeth might crack. "You motherfu—" He stopped himself, exhaling through his nose, trying to control the absolute rage burning behind his eyes.