Taehyung POV

The courtyard blurred at the edges as I paced the shadowed alcove, my gaze locked on the fountain where Y/N and Jungkook sat too close, her notebook passed between them like a sacred text. Every scribble she made twisted the knife deeper had she told him? The rape, the terror that silenced her? My blood boiled at the thought of his innocent eyes widening, his hands offering comfort I craved to give. Jealousy clawed up my throat; he was the safe harbor, the boy-next-door she turned to while I drowned in obsession and regret. Three days of torment, replaying Suga's furious revelation, her broken sobs in the rain I'd failed her then, fleeing like a coward. But no more. I needed to bridge the chasm, to prove my love could swallow her darkness whole.