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Chapter Seventeen

"My brother has ears everywhere." He continued. "I cannot guarantee your safety if he catches you saying something like that. Be cautious, Y/n."

You frowned in confusion.

"You-You're scared of him." You whispered.

Taehyung's expression remained neutral.

"I saw what he did to you." He stated. "I heard you tell him you hate him...Dumb move on your part."

You sighed.

"I'm scared for you." He said. "Jimin has always been the most powerful...I fear what he will do if you dare tell him that again."

Your eyes shot up to his.

"Can you help me get home?"

His brows instantly furrowed at that, head shaking.

"This is not my business." He deadpanned. "I will not help my brother hurt you, but I will also not help you to escape. I am only warning you...nothing more."

You bit your lip, hands gently gripping his.

"He hurt you, didn't he?"

Taehyung's eyes widened at your words, his hands moving to tug the sleeve of his shirt down as he pushed your hands away from him, brows crashing together.

"That's none of your concern." He scolded.

Your eyes softened on him as you watched him stand.

"He did." You muttered. "And he still hurts you."

"Enough!" Taehyung growled.

You stood to your feet, grabbing his hand and rolling up the sleeve of his white, button down shirt.

Your eyes widened as numerous scars came into your vision, long narrow scars that appear to have been stitched up with great skill.

Taehyung didn't move to stop you, his eyes narrowed as he watched your reaction.

"Hideous." He gritted, pulling his arm from your grip. "Aren't they?"

You could feel your heart pulling towards him.

"I'm sorry." You breathed.

His eyes shot up at that, gaze snapping to meet yours.

"Why should you apologize?" He spat. "You aren't responsible, I did this to myself. I disobeyed him and he kept cutting me up and putting me back together...I don't need or want pity from someone whom he has only ever loved and cared for-"

"I don't pity you." You interrupted. "I sympathize."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"What's the difference?"

"Experience." You stated.

The blond remained silent as he watched you move closer to him, eyes scanning over his face.

Taehyung felt a since of peace wash over him as you raised your hand to cup his face, thumb brushing against the apple of his cheek gently.

"I think," You sighed. "We're both prisoners in this place."

The blond man swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut as he pulled away from your touch, instantly missing the warmth you brought as he stepped back.

"Be careful from now on." He said. "He may not be so kind next time."

With those last words, Taehyung turned on his heel, pulling his sleeve down once again.

A single hot tear fell down his face, hand wiping it instantly.