Not What it Seems | BTS x Reader | Reverse Harem

Chapter 32 - Love the Way You Lie

Pausing without meaning to, Hoseok looked at me softly and stroked the back of my head again. A small grin appeared on his lips and it made me smile too.

".. I'm the only one that hasn't kissed you?"

As soon as the words were spoken, you could hear a pin drop. Despite the loud atmosphere outside of the coat room, our world stopped. The room was frozen as the gravity of the situation sunk into our subconscious.

Hoseok's hands slowly dropped down to my jaw line and brushed the remnants of my tears off my face. He studied me and mirrored my troubled expression. As slowly as time stood still, the kind-hearted man leaned in. Closing the gap between our bodies.

"I already told you!!"

Unwelcomed voices jolted us from our trance, and as swiftly as he was on the dance floor, Hoseok pulled me into one of the racks against the wall. Our lips were just short of touching and I took a moment to realise what was just about to happen.

We were covered behind a row of fur coats, the hanging rod partially obstructing our faces, but the dimly lit room wasn't a hard place to camouflage into.

"Don't say a word." he whispered into my ear as he towered behind me, arms wrapped around my torso. His right hand over my mouth, not forceful in any way. He clearly knew who these voices belonged to.

"-all I hear is excuses, Jihye!"

"It's the truth."

"I know but-"

"Does that even matter to you anymore?"

Standing parallel to the doorway was Jihye. The light from the main hall bounced off her skin like a spotlight, showcasing her glowing complexion and slender physique. She was wearing a temptuos dress. A velvet black turtle neck that hugged her body, with a dangerously low open back.

Knowing that I could finally see who it was, Hoseok's inched closer towards me, comforting me as much as he could with my figure aligned against his.

"The truth?!" Namjoon stormed in, still adorning his beautiful black ensemble. I had never seen him this aggravated. His facial features harsh and his eyes full of blood lust. Reinforcing my observations, Namjoon kicked a stool so aggressively the metal screeched against the floor before it broke apart meeting the wall.

I gasped audibly and Hobi's embrace tightened around me. A reminder to be discreet.

"The truth is that you came here with your husband, and then dangled yourself in front of me when you knew I couldn't have you, only to turn around and say 'you need me' when the asshole leaves you here because he has work tomorrow morning!"

"Joon! That's not what I sai-"

Interrupted by Namjoon's deep, guttural roar, Jihye staggered back. His wail was like a jackhammer penetrating your skull, overcome by anguish and frustration. This woman was making his blood boil.

"I don't want to fucking hear it."

"Joon-ah.." the dainty woman reached out to calm the erupting man.

"Don't do that," after giving her the the icy welcome of his cold back, Namjoon spun around and slammed her against the wall. Jihye winced at the physicality but Namjoon didn't bat an eye. Easily overpowering her, he had one hand pinned on her shoulder, the other locking her earlier outstretched arm. "Don't pretend like nothing is wrong with what we are."

And then there was silence.

The occasional bursts of light from outside gave me glimpses of Jihye's indecipherable emotions. Much like their situation, it was complex.