Taehyung POV

The library doors loomed like a barrier to absolution as I shoved them open, pulse thundering in my ears. Y/N's flight had carved a hollow in my chest, Jungkook's words a barb I couldn't shake push too hard, and you'll break her. But ignorance broke me more; Suga's fragmented outburst three days ago haunted every breath, the word raped a specter demanding flesh. I needed the full truth, not scraps, to claw my way into her fractured world. Spotting them in the corner Suga's arm around her shaking form I halted, breath ragged. She looked up, eyes red-rimmed, and shrank back. Suga's glare could freeze blood. 'Not here,' he growled, signing something to her before murmuring, 'Go home with the driver. I'll follow.'