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Hiya was panicking  here and there . Her whole plan was spoilt.

"Tf!!! I slept with somebody who isn't Taehyung......how can it happen so?"

She screamed at how horrified her body looked in the reflection. Her virginity was gone but not by someone she wanted to be with.

"I slept with s-someone I didn't want to. He t-touched me with his filthy hands.-" Hiya screamed in anger and hurt.

She was a girl who came here to shine and make a spot for herself. She had a lot of dreams to complete and to achieve them, she chose to come here. But after coming here she came to know what 'fame' is?

Everything attracted her, every whisper of admiration, every fleeting glance, every subtle shift in the air when she entered a room. Hiya, like a naive lightfly, felt herself drawn helplessly to the flame that flickered before her—beautiful, mesmerizing, yet dangerous. She had never been the center of attention before, and now, as all eyes in the university seemed to follow her every step, she didn't know how to respond.

Her heart raced with a cocktail of excitement and unease, a pulse of unfamiliar emotions running through her veins. The attention felt intoxicating, almost surreal, like standing in the warmth of the sun after years of living in the shadows. It was strange, overwhelming even, but in a way that stirred something in her—something that made her want to stretch her wings wider, to bask in the glow a little longer, despite the heat.

Hiya wanted to speak, to share the thoughts tangled in her mind, but the words felt stuck, lodged somewhere deep within her chest, as if they were afraid to be set free. She bit her lip, unsure whether the surge of attention was something to savor or something to escape from. Her emotions swirled—shyness, curiosity, and a sense of wonder she couldn't quite place.

The admiration she received felt like waves crashing over her, at once gentle and overpowering, leaving her both exhilarated and lost. How was she supposed to react? To be the object of so many people's fascination was a role she had never imagined for herself. The emotions coiling within her were a mix of pride and vulnerability, making her feel exposed yet strangely empowered.

Greed destroys you and thays what it did to her. Now when she looks at her reflection she realises that she lost everything. The smiling faces of his family with hopeful eyes flashed before her eyes and it reminded her that why she was actually here. It reminded her that she was walking on a wrong path.

Fury took over her brain and she wanted to believe that it wasn't her fault at that. When you try to escape the burden of  blame, you need to find somebody else to carry it for you.

She was horrified and blamed Taehyung and Jimin for all these. For her, it was the both brothers who made her like that. They put her where she was staring at her own tarnished reflection.

"I won't spare you both."

With  pure rage in her eyes, she swore to make them pay for whatever which was currently happening with her. They both can't be having a picture perfect life while she was physically and emotionally shattered. She couldn't see anything anymore. Everywhere there were red flags again the both brothers.

"Hiya, please... open the door," Hoseok's voice trembled, barely holding together. "Bub, I—I'm s-so worried—" his breath hitched, betraying the calm he desperately tried to cling to. There was a vulnerability in the way his voice cracked, raw and laced with a fear he couldn't quite name.

He pressed his forehead against the door, his heart pounding so loudly that it drowned out everything else. "Please... just talk to me..."

"Coming," Hiya's voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if every word weighed her down.

The door creaked open, and before she could even take a breath, Hoseok pulled her into a warm, almost desperate hug, his arms wrapping around her protectively. "What were you thinking, locking yourself in like that?" he scolded, his voice stern but filled with concern. "You really c-care for me," she whispered, her words barely escaping her lips.

"Is this even a question?" Hoseok huffed, his frustration slipping through, though it was more out of relief than anger. "You scared me so much, you little ass."

For a moment, Hiya felt something she hadn't felt in a long time—comfort. The warmth of Hoseok's arms, the safety of his presence, soothed the storm inside her, if only for a second. But then, like a gust of wind sweeping through, it hit her. Something was missing. Someone.

Yoongi.

Her mind wandered back to him, her old friend. The one who had always been there, her quiet protector. But now, because of Taehyung and Jimin, she had lost him. Her savior, her anchor in times of chaos, was gone, and the emptiness his absence left behind felt like a gaping wound in her chest. The thought sent a shiver through her. What if Hoseok walked away too? What if she was left with no one?

Fear wrapped itself around her heart, constricting her chest until the words fell out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"I w-was raped."

The room fell into a deafening silence, one so thick that it seemed to swallow all the air around them.

Hoseok's arms froze mid-hug. Slowly, he broke away, his hands still resting on her shoulders as he looked into her eyes, searching for something—anything—that would tell him this wasn't real. Maybe it was just another one of her pranks, some awful, twisted joke she was playing on him. He opened his mouth, ready to scold her, to tell her to stop messing around like this. But then, he saw them—tiny diamonds glistening in her wide, doe-like eyes, trembling as they fought to hold back tears.

"You d-didn't..." His voice cracked, barely a whisper, as the weight of her words began to sink in.

"I l-lost everyt-thing, Hobi." Her voice broke, and with it, something inside him shattered.

"D-did....did Taehyung rape you?"

"I realised t-that I was w-wrong so I decided to quit and look for a-alternative way to m-make him mine but I g-guess he d-drugged me and let some stinky b-bastard snatch my purity " She explained while crying and she was happy when she saw the rage in her bestfriend's eyes.

"Some s-stranger slept w-with me and it was all b-because of Taehyung ." Hoseok hugged her when she explained everything to him.

"Lets teach that asshole a lesson..Do you ....do you want to file an F.I.R charge against him?"

Hoseok couldn't contain it any longer. His arms tightened around her, pulling her into his chest as if he could somehow shield her from the cruelty she had endured. His mind raced, struggling to wrap itself around the horror of her words. How could someone, especially Taehyung, have orchestrated something so vile?

Hiya shook her head, still crying but managing to respond. "We don't have any proof a-against him, Hobi. Even if we go to the police..."

Hoseok interrupted, desperate. "But Hiya, you're a girl. The law—it's a bit partial. It favors women in cases like this. You have a chance to make your case strong, enough to put that monster behind bars." His voice had risen, fueled by a desire to protect her, to do something, anything, to make it right.

Hiya swallowed hard, her eyes filled with a resigned sorrow. "I k-know," she whispered, "but h-how will we prove that it was Taehyung who asked that man to... to r-rape me by drugging me? We can't even find that man now. He's gone. There's n-no evidence linking Taehyung to the actual crime." Her voice faded, her fear taking over as she saw how impossible the situation was.

Hoseok clenched his fists, his jaw tightening with frustration. "Then what do we do? You expect me to just sit quietly while the man who paid someone to hurt you—my best friend—gets away with it? What am I supposed to do?" His voice broke, betraying the helplessness beneath his anger.

Hiya's eyes flashed with determination, a spark of cold resolve igniting beneath her pain.

"Manipulate.....We c-can manipulate the case. I can be sexually examined to prove that I lost my virginity that night and the little reminant of drug can be a proof too. We c-can prove that it was Taehyung.... who raped me!!"

Hoseok recoiled slightly, his eyes widening in shock. "W-what? But Hiya... Taehyung didn't even touch you."

"I know," Hiya replied, her voice now eerily calm, a strange detachment creeping into her words. "But no one else has to know that. We have to be smart, Hobi. We can't prove the truth, but we can make them believe a version of it. He was the one who set this whole thing in motion. He used me, and he needs to pay for that."

Hoseok stared at her, his mind racing. The girl he had known for so long, the one who was once so full of life, now seemed hollow, changed by this cruel twist of fate. And though every part of him wanted justice, this path she was suggesting felt dangerously dark.

"Are you sure?" he asked quietly, uncertainty creeping into his voice. "Are you sure this is the way we should go?"

Hiya's gaze didn't falter. "What other choice do we have?" she whispered. "He broke me, Hobi. And I won't let him walk away without suffering for it."

"oh- Idk what I'll do without you.. You are always t-there for a trash like me."

"Hey!! Dont call yourself such names. You are the bestest of best. I'll do anything for my bestie."

Hoseok's expression hardened, a flash of anger passing over his face—not at her, but at the cruel way she spoke about herself. "Hey!" He cupped her face gently, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Do you hear me again?  No one compares to you. "

Hiya's gaze softened for a moment, but then the darkness returned, clouding her thoughts. She swallowed, her voice barely a whisper. "Even... even blame Taehyung for raping me?"

"Blame? Dont say that again. Now its a fact that he has actually raped you. And I won't spare your rapist."

Hoseok's face went rigid, his jaw clenching as he shook his head. His voice cut through the air, sharp and unyielding. "This isn't about placing blame, Hiya. It's not a story we're spinning—it's a fact now." His eyes darkened with conviction, the warmth he usually carried nowhere to be found. "He's the one who put you in that position. He made sure that bastard could get to you. That's on him."

The intensity of his words hung in the air, a solid truth he was determined to believe. There was no room for negotiation in Hoseok's mind—Taehyung had crossed a line, an unforgivable one. The rage beneath the surface simmered, his hands trembling slightly as he held Hiya, afraid to let go of the weight of her pain.

"And I won't spare him," he added, his voice dropping to a low, threatening whisper. "Not your rapist. Not anyone who did this to you."

His certainty shook Hiya to her core. In that moment, she realized that for Hoseok, the truth had already been written. There was no turning back now. Kim Taehyung is her rapist.

Short update? Sorry!!! But on Sunday I'll try to update.