Taehyung's pov

"I trusted you... I fucking trusted you in this. But now, Taehyung... her brother will be here in a while. What are we gonna tell him?" Jungkook told me as we were both watching Y/N lying on the hospital bed.

Bandages all over her head. The doctors weren't sure of her state yet.

"My father is a motherfucking monster. I'm gonna take full responsibility... it's me she protected from him. I'm gonna tell Namjoon everything and whether he wants to kill me or not is up to him. At this point I really don't mind dying"

After Y/N passed out, I can't explain the rage that controlled me. I yelled at them to call for an ambulance before actually attacking my own father.

I thought I would kill him. I felt like it was okay to kill him, he was the person I hated the most. He'd hurt my beloved one.

But everyone grabbed me and pulled me away from him. I remembered his face and the wounds I had caused him and still couldn't regret it.

I hadn't seen him since. Y/N was my priority.

Jungkook was disappointed in me. I was disappointed in me.

I was staring at her face and couldn't believe she was unconscious.

Namjoon arrived. Tears flowed from his eyes as he saw his sister. Jungkook left us alone in the room.

"What happened... Taehyung what happened... why is... tell me..."

And I explained everything. Namjoon was a strong man, he heard me quietly as I said my story without panicking.

He didn't say anything and cried besides me, while holding her hand in his.

Their mother was in hospital for years, he recently left the hospital and now his sister was here. It was feeling like a curse.

"I'm not gonna blame you... it was her own stupid choice to take that plate. But I'm sad you brought her to the same place with that man... oh my God I don't know... my little sis... I just want her to wake up...."

"I'm thankful for your kind words, but you can't possibly be so nice Namjoon. I brought by force your sister to my house with my father, that's why all of this happened. You can be mad at me, you can hate me, you can punch me if you want... it's all okay. I'll accept anything"

Namjoon stared at me. He smiled bitterly.

"Even if I wanted to punch you or to hate you, how could I possibly do that to the man my sister protected? She took a plate on the head for you... do you realise how important you are to her?"

I didn't even have time to think of it in that way. She'd actually protected me.

"I had to be in that bed instead of her" I said

"Don't say things like that"

"She was afraid and I told her she'd be okay. I'm a liar... such a liar she can't trust"

It was a slight move, but we both saw it. She opened her eyes slowly and I yelled for a doctor to come, while I couldn't hide my happiness.

Namjoon held her hand and looked at her with hope.

"Sis, do you hear me? How do you feel?"

She didn't talk immediately but we waited.

She opened her mouth as soon as the doctor came in.

What I heard broke my heart to million pieces. I felt like falling into nothingness as her eyes wandered from Namjoon to me.

"Who... are... you?"