#boys with luv
Part 14 of the Boys with Luv series
Pairing: Reader x BTS, BTS x BTS
Summary: The members help Y/N through her recovery
Warnings: Mentions of rape, self-harm and suicidal thoughts, domestic abuse, kidnapping, PTSD flashbacks
Tags:@calling-dips-on-j-hope,@fic-recs-by-moon,@luvtaeha,@aretha170,@xicanacorpse,@kookieebangtan,@fangirl125reader,@seoul9711,@channiespup,@lindsayjoy444,@fairygirl18,@black-rose-29,@bts-ot7-for-life,@meowmeowyoongles,@aclowe13,@cherryxholland,@potaetopic,@dustyinkpages,@njrwifey,@slut4matsukawa
AN: This is going to be quite a sensitive chapter, containing topics that could trigger some people. Please proceed with care. Sorry it’s been so late for me to update guy, I’ve just started univeristy and it has been hard to get back into the work-life balance, but I’m back! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys!
It had been a few hours since Y/N’s surgery and Jungkook had not stopped nibbling on his thumb nail since Yoongi had told him what had happened. He felt awful over what had happened, even though his hyungs had told him multiple times that it wasn’t his fault. But telling him that would never change what had happened, would it?
He noticed Yoongi was staring at him and turned his head away. Footsteps approached and Yoongi was kneeling down in front of him. “Stop beating yourself up about all of this,” Yoongi urged. “It is not your fault, okay?”
“Why didn’t I go after her? I noticed she had left her phone just after she left the room. I should have taken it to her, and then maybe she wouldn’t have been taken.” Jungkook grumbled to himself. Yoongi brushed the hair out of his face.
“Even if you had gone after her, she would have still gone home and since Sejin had been intercepted, it still would have been Jackson waiting for her.” Yoongi said. “Now, these arms need to be stitched up because they keep bleeding.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened as a wave of nauseating anxiety washed over him. “What if they tell the company that I did this to myself?” He asked. “They might terminate my contract, hyung!”
“They won’t do that.” Yoongi reassured him. “It will all be okay.” He took hold of one of Jungkook’s hands between his own. “Now, please, can we get your arms stitched up.”
“Promise they won’t terminate my contract, hyung?” Jungkook did not want that to happen. It would kill him to not be able to perform and sing and dance in front of ARMY.
“I’ll make sure they won’t.” Yoongi said firmly, straightening up. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”
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“Hyung, how much longer until her surgery is finished?” Jimin asked, looking up at Hoseok. The younger boy had been having a quick nap so his face was all puffy and swollen with sleep.
“Soon, baby boy. The surgery will be finished soon.” Hoseok stroked Jimin’s hair gently. “And Kookie will be back from getting his arms stitched any moment now.”
Jimin hummed in acknowledgment and shuffled on Hoseok’s lap to get comfy. “She’ll be okay, won’t she, hyung?” He said.
“Of course she will. She’s just going to need a lot of help from us to get better. It’s going to take some time, but she will be okay.” Hoseok said. He knew that what had happened to her would definitely affect Y/N a lot, and it would take all of them to help her get to the end of her road to recovery.
Footsteps approached them, making Hoseok look up from staring down at Jimin. Yoongi and Jungkook were back. The maknae’s arms were wrapped up in bandages and there were tear stains on his cheeks. He was tucked into Yoongi’s side. Hoseok found it endearing that even though Jungkook was taller than Yoongi, he would always find a way to look small next to his hyung.
“How’d it go?” Namjoon asked from where he was sat with Taehyung and Jin.
“He’s okay. Only a couple were deep enough to need stitches.” Yoongi said as he sat down in one of the waiting room chairs that faced the doors to the OR.
“How are you feeling Koo? Do you need some water?” Hoseok asked. Jungkook nodded his head, curling up on Yoongi’s lap. “Okay, Jiminie love, I need to get up.” Jimin nodded and slid off Hoseok’s lap. Hoseok quickly got some water and handed it to the maknae.
“How’s he doing?” Hoseok asked, looking up at Yoongi, who shook his head.
“He’s scared Y/N isn’t going to love him anymore because of what he did.” Yoongi said.
“Kookie, is that true?” Jimin was knelt down in front of Jungkook now. He reached out and took hold of one of his hands.
“I’m sorry.” Jungkook started crying again.
“It’s okay, bun. It’s all okay.” Yoongi rocked the youngest gently.
Jimin kissed the back of Jungkook’s hand. “Y/N will never ever be able to stop loving you.” He said softly.
“Exactly.” Hoseok agreed. Y/N loved each and every one of them endlessly and he knew that nothing that they could do would make her love them any less. That was something he was extremely confident in because he knew that none of them would do anything drastic that could cause their whole dynamic to change. “She knows that none of this is your fault, okay? You could not have known that Jackson would have been planning something that extreme, so please stop beating yourself up about it.” He said, stroking the younger boy’s hair. “I promise you, Koo, she will never stop loving you.”
Jungkook glanced up at Hoseok. His doe eyes were glistening with tears that were yet to fall and his long eyelashes were clumped together from the tears that had fallen. And in Hoseok’s eyes, he still looked ethereal. “You swear?”
“I swear on my life, baby.” Hoseok said, kissing the top of the maknae’s head. “Okay?” Jungkook paused before nodding. He sniffed and wiped away his tears, his crying beginning to cease. “You know, she’s going to be awake soon, and then you can go and see her.”
Jungkook’s eyes lit up at this. “Really?” Hoseok nodded.
“Really, baby. She’s going to be just fine.”
There was some peaceful quiet as the boys waited for the doctors to let them know that they could see their soulmate. But…
“Where is my sister?” A male voice shouted as footsteps thundered into the waiting room. A boy who seemed younger than Jungkook. “Where is she?” He had almost shoulder length blond hair and was very handsome. He also had dancer legs. He turned and saw the seven boys just watching him. He narrowed his eyes as he took them in. “Who the fuck are you? And where the fuck is my sister?”
Part 13 of the Boys with Luv series
Pairing: Reader x BTS, BTS x BTS
Summary: Y/N has been found but how will the members react when they learn what she has gone through?
Warnings: Mentions of rape, self-harm and suicidal thoughts, domestic abuse, kidnapping
Tags:@calling-dips-on-j-hope,@fic-recs-by-moon,@luvtaeha,@aretha170,@xicanacorpse,@kookieebangtan,@fangirl125reader,@seoul9711,@channiespup,@lindsayjoy444,@fairygirl18,@black-rose-29,@bts-ot7-for-life,@meowmeowyoongles,@aclowe13,@cherryxholland,@potatolifeu
AN: This is going to be quite a sensitive chapter, containing topics that could trigger some people. Please proceed with care. This one is shorter, I think because I didn’t want to make it too triggering. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys!
The sound of wheels squeaking against linoleum floor, and the tapping of shoes filled Y/N’s ears. She opened her eyes, squinting at the harsh bright lights that surrounded her. She did not know where she was or what had happened, but she knew she was away from him. The last thing she could remember was the sound of sirens and flashing blue and red lights. That was when he had tried to strangle her, saying that if he couldn’t have her then no one could. She had passed out before the police had broken down the door and arrested him.
She had no energy to stay awake. Her body was so tired and weak from all the trauma she had been through. She was drained. Her eyes closed again as a beep flooded the air, indicating that elevator doors had been opened.
She awoke again to a nurse checking her IV. “Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” She asked. She handed Y/N a pad of paper with a pen. “You’re going to have to write for now, your vocal chords were damaged.” She explained when Y/N frowned at the paper and pen in front of her in confusion.
The nurse moved her bed to a seating position. “Is anything hurting?” Yes, everything hurt. She had bruises and cuts everywhere. In between her legs ached horribly, a throbbing pain that never went away, no matter how she positioned herself.
‘Everything,’Y/N wrote down. The nurse smiled sympathetically and gently touched her hand.
“I can up your dosage on pain meds a little bit.” The nurse said, looking at the amount of pain medication was being inserted by her IV drip. “But unfortunately that is all I can do until the police arrive.”
‘Police?’Y/N wrote down.
“They need to collect the evidence, so that includes DNA samples and any other evidence we find when we do your rape kit.” The nurse explained. Y/N swallowed thickly, glancing down at her bare arms that were covered in fingernail-shaped scratches and bruises. She felt disgusted and violated.
The door to her room opened, revealing a nice-looking female doctor. “Hello, I am Doctor Wilson and I will be your doctor for today.” She greeted, flashing a warming smile. Y/N nodded, flashing a brief smile. “Okay, so we are going to start your rape kit soon, and it is important that you consent to each and every step okay? Since you cannot give a verbal answer, we will need you to write down your consent whenever we ask. And it is also important for you to know that if you need to pause or do not feel comfortable at any time, you can stop the kit. Do you consent to starting this kit?” She asked.
Y/N picked up the pen and wrote her consent. She wanted to get Jackson sent away forever. She paused before turning the paper around to face the doctor. Doctor Wilson nodded.
“Just to make everything more comfortable here, it will just be you, me and Nurse Dawn, okay?” Y/N nodded.
“Okay, so if you could please stand on this large sheet of paper and take off all of your clothes.” Doctor Wilson instructed. Dawn helped Y/N off of the bed and helped her stand on the sheet.
Y/N wasn’t wearing much. Just a silky, short dress and some panties. She was barefoot. She slid off the dress and panties, not wanting to look down at her bruised and broken body. Doctor Wilson collected the clothes and put them into a large plastic bag labelled evidence. She set it down on a table in front of her that had many different tubes and swabs and bags. There was also a camera.
“Okay, now we’re going to take pictures of all the bruises and cuts and other physical evidences you have on your body. Is that okay with you?” Doctor Wilson asked. Nurse Dawn handed Y/N the pad and pen. Y/N picked up the pen, realising then how shaky she was. ‘What if he finds out?’ she wrote.
“I promise you from what I can see physically on you, he will be sent away for a very long time, and if he gets released, then there will be a restraining order, so he will never be able to harm you again.” Doctor Wilson said gently. “Do you consent to the next step?” Y/N wrote down a yes and Nurse Dawn picked up the camera and began to document the physical evidence on her body.
Every so often a sympathetic sigh would fall from the nurse’s lips as she saw just how much the poor thing had been through. After about ten minutes, but what had felt like years to Y/N, Nurse Dawn set down the camera and handed Y/N two pills.
“Now we are going to put these into your IV. They are to prevent any STI’s that may have been transmitted. We are also going to take some blood and urine tests to see if there are any STI’s that cannot be cured by these pills.” Doctor Wilson explained. Y/N nodded and allowed Nurse Dawn to crush up the medicines and dissolve it in some distilled water before injecting it into her IV.
Swabs were taken and then Y/N was dressed in a hospital gown. “You will also have to undergo some surgery.” Doctor Wilson added. “Your abdomen is distended, so we need to take care of that. We will do that after the blood tests and urine tests as you will be completely decontaminated before surgery, which is why we prioritised the rape kit first.”
Y/N glanced over at the various swabs and bags that had been collected. If all of this was being used as evidence, Jackson was definitely going to jail, which allowed her to relax slightly.
The only issue was her soulmates. Would they see her the same way, or would they think of her as some dirty slut who would just sleep with whatever man was available? That would explain why they hadn’t shown up yet. The female police officer who had escorted her here had told her that they were contacted as soon as she was found. So where were they?
She didn’t even feel the sting of the needle as blood was taken out of her. “Okay, sweetheart, let’s take you to the toilet and get that urine sample and then we can fix your abdomen up.” Nurse Dawn helped Y/N up, who winced at the pain in her stomach. “I’m sorry, love.” The nurse apologised, helping her over to the adjoining bathroom. “There we go.” She helped her sit down and do the urine sample.
While they were in the toilet, Y/N heard heavy footsteps and the door to the room swing open. Whoever it was sounded like they had a purpose and were annoyed.
“Where is she? Is she okay? You keep us out of the loop for four hours. Is she okay?” Y/N knew that voice. That voice that would softly slow rap or sing her to sleep. Yoongi. Her Yoongi. He was here. “Why is there a camera in here? What are all these bags?” Y/N quickly stood up wanting to be back in his arms. The sudden movement hurt her, causing her to cry out. “Jagiya?” The footsteps came closer to the toilet and the door swung open.
Yoongi looked awful, like he hadn’t properly eaten or slept since she had been gone. “Baby, you’re alive. Thank God.” He pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. He pulled away, looking at her. “What happened to you?”
“I think it would be best if you sat down for this, sir.” Nurse Dawn said softly. Yoongi helped Y/N back to bed as Nurse Dawn handed her the pad of paper. Doctor Wilson had left to go and prep for surgery. “There is extensive swelling to her vocal cords which we are hoping will go down during surgery, so she has to write everything down.”
“I swear I’m going to kill that motherfucker for hurting you.” Yoongi vowed, settling down in a chair next to her bed. “What did he do?”
Y/N paused for a second. She didn’t know whether Yoongi would be able to handle everything that had happened to her.
‘Are you sure you can handle all of it? The whole story? There is a lot…’ Y/N wrote down. Yoongi nodded.
‘Okay… The first day he kidnapped me, he beat me with his belt and then he was about to…’ She set down the pen, not wanting to write the word.
“He was about to what, jagiya?” Yoongi asked, gently coaxing her to continue.
‘… rape me and then Jimin called. He then began to do things to me while he was talking to you and then he hit me with his belt again, but this time with the buckle. Then the next few days he would hit me and continue to rape me and then spray me with a hose saying he needed to cleanse me from you seven. And then the day I was found, he was going to invite his perverted friends over and let them all have a go with me, but I didn’t want that so I tried to fight back. I told him I hated him and that no matter what he did to me, my heart would always belong to you seven, and that was when he tried to kill me. He strangled me and said that if he couldn’t have me then no one could. I was so scared.’ She set down the pen, tears rolling down her face.
“You’re safe, jagiya. You’re safe now. I promise he is never going to hurt you again.” Yoongi took hold of her hand and kissed the back of it.
‘I feel so dirty.’ Y/N wrote. Yoongi’s eyes softened.
“You could never be dirty because of this to me, Joonie, Jin, Hobi, Jiminie, Tae or Kookie. This is not your fault, okay? And it never will be.” He rubbed the back of her hand.
“I’m sorry to interrupt.” Doctor Wilson was stood at the door. “We need to prep Y/N for surgery, sir, so if you wouldn’t mind leaving. I will be there to update you when she is done on how it went and what her recovery will be like.”
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Yoongi walked back towards the rest of the boys, feeling a bit better now that he knew Y/N was safe. He nibbled on his thumb nail as he turned the corner towards the waiting room, not wanting to think about the risks of the surgery. Y/N was strong, she would be okay.
Jungkook was the first to stand up. The bandages on his arms were stained with blood even though Yoongi had changed them this morning. The cuts were too deep to heal on their own. He would need stitches.
“Is she okay?” The youngest asked.
“Yes. She’s gone into surgery. She had a distended abdomen, which means there was some internal bleeding around her liver and or spleen, but they are going to correct that. The doctor said it was a fairly easy surgery.” When Yoongi had left Y/N’s room, Doctor Wilson had briefly explained the reason for her surgery and that it was quite a simple one to do if all went well.
“Internal bleeding? But you said she was okay?” Jimin asked.
“Other than the internal bleeding, she is okay. Her vocal cords are swollen from trauma, but she is going to be okay.” Yoongi explained.
“Swollen vocal cords? What happened to her?” Hoseok asked. He and Jimin were cuddled up together on one of the bigger chairs.
“I think you all need to be sat down for this.” Yoongi said, glancing over at Namjoon, who was stood by the window, looking out into the early morning. Namjoon looked over at Yoongi and nodded, sitting down in an empty chair next to Taehyung and Jin. Yoongi sat down in the chair next to Hoseok and Jimin and pulled Jungkook onto his lap.
“Before I say anything, I just want you to know this, Kookie. None of this is your fault, okay. None of us blame you. She does not blame you. please, do not blame yourself. You have done nothing wrong, okay?” Yoongi said, looking at the younger boy on his lap. Jungkook nodded and laid his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.
“What happened to her, hyung? It sounds bad.” Taehyung asked quietly.
Yoongi took a deep breath before he began to explain everything. The rape. The abuse. The attempted murder. As he went on, he watched as each of the member’s faces became more and more shocked and horrified. He hated that he had to put them through this. He hated that any of them had to go through this. But what he hated most was that his Y/N, his jagiya, his soulmate, had to experience everything he recounted first hand with no one there to help her. But she had people now. She had the seven of them who would be with her every step of the way, through the ups and the downs, and the hardships, and the highs and the lows. They would be there with her for every moment of it. They would not let her suffer alone again.
Part 12 of the Boys with Luv series
Pairing: Reader x BTS, BTS x BTS
Summary: Yoonkook make up and the search for Y/N is underway (this one will just be from the members point of view)
Warnings: Self harm, suicidal thoughts, Jungkook is in quite a dark place
Tags:@calling-dips-on-j-hope,@fic-recs-by-moon,@luvtaeha,@aretha170,@xicanacorpse,@kookieebangtan,@fangirl125reader,@seoul9711,@channiespup,@lindsayjoy444,@fairygirl18,@black-rose-29,@bts-ot7-for-life,@meowmeowyoongles,@aclowe13
AN: Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys!
It had been a few days since Y/N had been taken and Jungkook had not come out of his room. Not even to eat. It was worrying Jin that his youngest boyfriend had shut himself off from everyone. Jin was actually reaching his limit. His baby needed to come out soon or else he would break down the door.
Namjoon was right - they all needed to stick together. It would make the whole ordeal a lot easier to go through with as they had each other to lean on. Y/N had no one which was something Jin was worried about. Yoongi had told them all about the conversation he had had with Y/N after Jackson had found her at Disneyland, and Jin was worried. They all were. The police had been informed of the possible intentions and Y/N’s case was a top priority. They had people working on it day and night.
Jin sighed as he knocked on Jungkook’s door. “Kookie, please, let me in.” He begged. “Hyung needs to talk to you. To know you are okay. Please baby. Please.” There was still no answer. If Jin pressed his ear to the door and listened hard enough, he was able to hear soft sobs. He was scared for Jungkook. The boy had been close to self-harming a few years ago, and he didn’t want that to happen again.
He remembered when they found out. It was the second year of their relationship and Jungkook, who was usually the cuddly fluffball of the group, was withdrawn and quiet, often speeding up to his room and locking the door whenever they came back from dance practices and recordings. Yoongi had been telling them that something felt off, but whenever they confronted the maknae about it, he would dismiss it as not feeling well, or would even go as far as to ignore them completely.
It had gotten to the point where Yoongi insisted that they get inside Jungkook’s room and adjoining bathroom. The night they did that, using Namjoon to break down the door after Jungkook would not open, they discovered Jungkook stood with a razor blade hovered above his wrist. Yoongi had wasted no time and had knocked the razor out of his hand, bundling the younger up in his arms and whisking him away to talk. Yoongi was always the best at this, being experienced himself in the matter of depression. Yoongi still had his bad days, but he would spend them curled up next to either Hoseok or Jin while he voiced his feelings to the whole group.
And Jin was now feeling that exact same feeling. He needed to get to Jungkook. He needed to know he was okay. “Jungkook, if you don’t open the door, I’m going to have to break it down myself.” There was still no answer.
Jin was terrified. What if the maknae had cut too deep and had been bleeding out in the bathroom for the past few hours? What if he had tried to kill himself and been injured badly? What if he had killed himself?
“Joon!” Jin called out for the younger member as he ran to the man’s studio, banging on the door. Namjoon opened the door, looking both hopeful and scared.
“Have they found her? Is she alive?” Jin felt his heart break at the look on Namjoon’s face.
“Oh, Joonie, no, I’m sorry. They haven’t found her yet.” He said, pulling the younger into a hug. “But it’s Kook. I’m worried about him. I’m getting the same feeling I did before. I’m scared Joon. I can’t lose two of them.”
“What do you need me to do?”
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Taehyung was curled up in Hoseok’s side, tear tracks running down his sleep-swollen cheeks. Every single night, he had cried himself to sleep for the loss of Y/N, as well as Yoongi and Jungkook, and it broke Hoseok’s heart at how hurt they all were. He wanted to kill Jackson for putting them all through this. The police were in the process of locating him - they were getting in touch with the tracking company to request the location of the phone, but it was taking longer than wanted as the company was not open on the weekend. This had made Bang PD-nim start to look into other tracking companies that were open 24/7 just in case this happened again, which Hoseok prayed it didn’t.
He glanced over at the clock and saw it was almost time for dinner. Taehyung had completely lost his appetite, so Hoseok had been forcing him to eat to keep himself healthy. They had all been forcing themselves to eat, apart from Jungkook who had locked his bedroom door and was not coming out at all.
He rubbed a hand over Tae’s back gently, a faint smile ghosting over his lips when he felt his hand tighten on his shirt, the longer fingers twisting the fabric.
“Tae baby, you need to wake up. We need to go and eat.” Hoseok said softly, making Taehyung whine and nestle into him.
“No Hobi hyung, I’m not hungry.” He said, his deep voice scratchy and slurred.
“I know, baby, but we have to. We need to keep healthy. It’s what Y/N would want.” Hoseok reminded him. Taehyung shook his head.
“I’m not hungry! I don’t want to eat! I just want Y/N back!” Taehyung cried. Hoseok sighed sympathetically and pulled the younger on top of him, wrapping his arms around his back.
“I know, baby, I know. So do I. But if we aren’t healthy, we could be in hospital when they find her, okay? She wouldn’t want us to hurt ourselves.” Hoseok said softly. “So let’s go down and have some ramen and then we can come back here and cuddle okay?”
“Can we see if Jungkookie wants to come eat with us?” Taehyung looked at his hyung. Hoseok nodded and stroked his cheek gently.
“Of course we can.” He kissed Tae’s forehead. “Come on, let’s go.”
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Jimin pushed open Yoongi’s bedroom door with his foot, his hands carrying two bowls of rice and kimchi. Yoongi hadn’t been doing too well; the pain of losing Y/N as well as the guilt of hurting Jungkook had not settled with him at all and continuously made him feel worse as the days dragged on. Jimin hoped that it would be over soon.
“Hyung, I’ve got us some food.” Jimin said softly, setting the bowls down on the bedside table before climbing onto the bed. Yoongi hummed and pulled the younger onto his lap. “How are you feeling?” He asked, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek.
“Not good.” Yoongi replied. “I feel awful, actually. I just wish Jungkookie would let me talk to him. That’s one thing I can fix.” Jimin nodded and grabbed the bowls.
“It’s okay, hyung. It will all be okay.” The smaller boy comforted him before lifting some rice to his hyung’s mouth. “Now eat something, please.”
“I’m really not hungry, Jiminie.” Yoongi said, glancing at the chopsticks in front of him.
“I know, but Hobi hyung said we need to eat to stay healthy because that’s what Y/N would want.” Jimin said, holding the chopsticks in front of his mouth. “Just a few mouthfuls, please, I don’t want you to get ill.”
“Fine.” Yoongi opened his mouth and allowed Jimin to feed him. “You know, I should be the one taking care of you because I’m older.”
“But you’re my boyfriend and I love you.” Jimin reminded him. “So I’m allowed to take care of you.”
“How are you feeling?” Yoongi asked, taking the bowl out of Jimin’s hands and putting his hands on his waist. Jimin stilled. He hadn’t admitted how he was feeling just yet. Not even to himself. He had pushed his feelings down so he could take care of Yoongi.
“I…” Jimin trailed off, making Yoongi narrow his eyes at him. “I don’t know…”
“Okay, Jiminie. That’s okay. You’re probably feeling so many things that you can’t distinguish between each one.” Yoongi said. He reached over and took some rice out of the bowl with the chopsticks. “Your turn.” Jimin opened his mouth and ate the rice.
“Hyung? Why don’t you go and see if Jungkookie will talk to you? Jin hyung said he hadn’t left his room in ages. I’m scared for him.” Jimin said after swallowing his mouthful of rice.
“I can try, baby. After we finish eating I’ll try and talk to him, okay?” Yoongi stroked Jimin’s hair out of his face. “You eat too, little one.”
“I’m only one centimetre shorter than you, Min Yoongi!” Jimin playfully hit Yoongi’s arm.
“Yeah but you’re still my little one since you’re younger than me and everything about you is tiny and cute.” Yoongi said taking Jimin’s smaller hands in his.
“My dick isn’t small, hyung!” Jimin whined. Yoongi hummed and kissed Jimin’s forehead.
“Yes, but it is smaller than everyone else.” Yoongi pointed out. “But I love each and every part of you.” He leaned up and pecked Jimin on the lips. “Thank you for cheering me up.”
“I love you.” Jimin grabbed his bowl and began to eat. “I miss Y/N, though. I’m worried for her.”
“I miss her too.” Yoongi replied, a frown on his face. “I want to kill him for taking her. I need her back with me.”
“She needs to be back with all of us. I don’t even want to think about what’s happening to her. She must be in so much pain.” Jimin set down his bowl.
“But the police are finding their location as soon as they can and as soon as that has been found, we will have Y/N back with us.” Yoongi said. Jimin knew that he was seeing the positive side of things, and trying not to think of the worst-case scenario.
“Okay, I’m going to go and talk to Jungkook.” Yoongi finished his rice and set the bowl aside. “Why don’t you go and have a shower? I’ll be back soon.”
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Everything felt grey to Jungkook. Just grey. One of the seven lights of his life were gone and the others had dimmed to nothing, leaving everything murky shades of grey. He was wearing one of his tshirts that Y/N would always wear for bed. It smelt like her and that helped the aching hole inside of me, but it did nothing for the endless amounts of guilt he felt.
This was all his fault. If only he had gone home with her, then she would still be with them. He was stupid and not worthy of being her soulmate.
His door had been locked since she had been taken and every so often one of his hyungs would knock and beg him to open. But he couldn’t let them in. He didn’t want to be met with their disappointed faces. He probably wouldn’t be able to ever face them again.
He stretched his arms, ignoring the pain that lanced from his wrists and the growling of his empty stomach. He looked down at his forearms and saw his bandages had become bloody. Time to change them. The cuts would only fuel his hyungs disappointment in him if they found out.
He shuffled into the bathroom, avoiding his image in the mirror, knowing that he looked awful with an unshaved face and unwashed hair. He unwrapped the bandages and rinsed his arms under the water to wash off the blood.
Cut more
You deserve it
You deserve this pain
It’s all your fault
Ever since Y/N had been taken the voices had come back and Jungkook had succumbed to what they were telling him to do. He looked at his arms, the red lines criss-crossing the lengths of his forearms, slashing through some of his tattoos.
That’s it Jungkook
Let yourself feel what Y/N is feeling
Your hyungs are so disappointed in you
You should just end it all now
Jungkook’s fingers wrapped around the bloodied razor he had been using. He slashed it over his wrists again.
Go deeper Jungkook
Deep enough to kill
But not yet
You still have to suffer
Jungkook pressed harder, his skin splitting apart and blood running out, streaming down his arms. He sobbed to himself, the neverending pressure of the guilt weighing down on him, making him feel like he couldn’t breathe. He slammed his hands onto the sink, leaving bloodied handprints and smears on the white porcelain before staggering over to his room and collapsing on the bed, letting him exhaustion wash over him. He hadn’t cut deep enough to kill himself. He had to suffer more first.
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Yoongi could feel something was wrong. Very wrong. Wrong enough to make his stomach churn and his heart pound faster. He sat up quickly, accidentally waking up Jimin who hummed and looked around sleepily.
“Go back to sleep, Min.” Yoongi said softly. “I’ll be back soon. I’m just going to check on Jungkook.” He kissed Jimin softly and gently pushed him down so he was lying down. Jimin hummed and closed his eyes, a hand clutching at the blankets surrounding him. He smiled at the younger boy before slipping out the room and making his way over to Jungkook’s room.
When he got there, he saw Jin and Namjoon attempting to break down the door. Yoongi looked at the pair of them with an eyebrow raised.
“He’s been in there too long, Yoongs. This ends now. He needs to know that we all love him and want him around and that we don’t blame him. He needs to know that you don’t blame him.” Jin said, stepping back as Namjoon rammed his shoulder into the door, a loud bang echoing through the house. Namjoon hissed but ignored the apparent pain as he continued to bang into the door. There was a loud crack and the door swung open.
“Oh God!” Jin screamed, hands covering his mouth. Yoongi’s heart stopped. No. Not Jungkook too. He couldn’t lose both of them.
He pushed Jin out of the way and was met with the sight of blood. So much blood. Jungkook was lying on his bed, eyes closed. Yoongi watched closely hoping and praying to see the rise and fall of his chest. He saw Jungkook breathe and it was steady.
“Joon, take Jin hyung somewhere else. I’ve got this.” Yoongi said, rubbing Namjoon’s shoulder. The younger looked hesitant but led Jin away. Yoongi took a deep breath and entered the room. There was a lot of blood, covering the bedsheets and Kookie’s arms. There were smears on the wall in the shapes of fingers and hands, where he had clearly dragged himself to bed. Yoongi felt his heart break. Not his Kookie. His happy bunny.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I am so so sorry.” He said, stroking the youngest’s hair before going into the bathroom to get some warm water and disinfectant and bandages. They needed to be careful with Jungkook now. He gently reached out and took hold of Jungkook’s hand, straightening out his arm so he could clean away all the blood and germs. He dipped one of the towels into the water and squeezed it before wiping it over the maknae’s arms.
“Oh, Kookie.” He sighed, seeing the numerous cuts that were still healing - some being scabbed over, but others still open. He sprayed some disinfectant over his arms and wrapped bandages around them. “I’m so sorry, baby. Hyung is so sorry.” Yoongi felt awful. If only he hadn’t yelled at Jungkook then this would not have happened.
He quickly cleaned up the room before collapsing on the bed next to the younger boy. “I love you so much, Jeon Jungkook.” He whispered before closing his eyes and pulling the younger closer to him. He kissed his forehead before allowing himself to fall asleep next to the maknae.
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When Jungkook woke up he could feel arms around his waist which was strange considering he had locked his door. He frowned as he opened his eyes, looking around his room to figure out what was going on. His arms had been bandaged and cleaned which he didn’t remember doing, and his door was open. He paused. They must have knocked down the door.
He looked over his shoulder and saw the sleeping face and faded blond hair of his hyung, Yoongi. He gulped. He didn’t want to have this conversation. Not now, and if he got his way, not ever. He should just run away from them and never return. Then he would never have to face them for what he has done.
He pushed himself out of Yoongi’s arms and walked over to his wardrobe, throwing his clothes into some bags.
“What do you think you’re doing, mister?” He heard a sleepy yet stern voice ask from behind him.
“Noth-nothing?” Jungkook winced as his voice rose in pitch at the end, making it sound like he wasn’t sure about what he was saying.
“Really? ‘Cause it looks like you’re packing a bag of clothes.” Yoongi sat up in the bed, the sheets rustling. “Now put it down and come here.” Jungkook paused and reluctantly set down the bag before shuffling over to the bed and perching on the end.
“Look, hyung, I know it’s all my fault, can you please just leave me alone.” Jungkook said, but Yoongi ignored him and pulled him closer by his waist, being wary of his injured arms.
“Just listen to me, Koo, please.” Koo. He hadn’t been called that since Y/N had been taken. He felt a pang in his heart as he sniffled. He sighed and wiped his eyes as he looked at his hyung. Yoongi’s eyes softened as he reached out and wiped a stray tear from Jungkook’s cheek.
“I am so sorry I said that to you. I should never have said that. I was just angry and upset and I know that this is not a good excuse, but I just took it out on you. It’s not your fault. You were looking out for her and called someone to bring her home. How would you know that Sejin would have been intercepted and his phone stolen?”
Jungkook pursed his lips. He could hear what Yoongi was saying to him, but it wasn’t sinking in. He didn’t feel any less guilty. “But I should have gone home with her! I should have walked her to the car and made sure that it was actually Sejin. We all know how many people are out there to hurt us and I let my guard down, thinking that for one day there wouldn’t be hate or someone that wanted to hurt her, and look what happened!”
“Jungkook, stop, please!” Yoongi pulled the younger onto his lap, so Jungkook was facing him, legs either side of his hyung’s lap. “Stop beating yourself up about this. This is not your fault. It will never be your fault. None of us blame you. So, please, stop blaming yourself.”
“But-” Jungkook was quietened by Yoongi pressing a finger to his lips.
“So just stop blaming yourself. No buts, okay? We all love you, so much, and we were so worried when you didn’t come out of your room for days.” Yoongi gently lifted up Jungkook’s arm. “And now we know that this is one of the reasons for your hiding…” He trailed off, looking pointedly at the bandages on Jungkook’s arms.
“I’m sorry, hyung, I just, I needed to.” Jungkook sobbed.
“Hey, don’t cry, baby, please don’t cry.” Yoongi’s voice cracked as he pulled Jungkook into his chest. “We’ve got you. We’re always going to be here for you, okay? We can talk to you, be there for you, give you all of the cuddles in the world. Just please, don’t hurt yourself again. It’s dangerous and it could kill you, Koo.”
“That’s what I wanted.” Jungkook whispered.
“Shit, Kook.” Yoongi froze and stiffened. “No, no, no, baby, no.” He held onto Jungkook’s jaw, his thumb stroking gently. “Just talk to us, don’t lock yourself away. We’re going to help you through this, okay? It’s all going to be okay.”
“But I’m not okay, hyung. And I don’t think I ever will be until she’s back with us.” Jungkook had tears running down his cheeks. Yoongi did too.
“Neither am I, baby. But if we stick together, we should be alright.” Yoongi said. “I love you, so much, Jeon Jungkook. I hope you know that.”
“I love you more, Min Yoongi.” Jungkook leaned his forehead against Yoongi’s.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s possible, baby boy.” Yoongi kissed his lips. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“Thank you.” Jungkook said, resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.
“You’re welcome, little prince.” Yoongi kissed his forehead. They cuddled for a while before Jimin. burst into the room.
“Hyung, they found her!”
Part 11 of the Boys with Luv series
Pairing: Reader x BTS, BTS x BTS
Summary: Someone from her past comes back
Warnings: Physical abuse, mental abuse, rape, swearing, kidnapping, hostage situation, suicidal thoughts
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THE NEXT COUPLE OF CHAPTERS ARE GOING TO GET QUITE DARK SO IF YOU GET TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION OR DON’T READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE
Jungkook stretched and hummed in his chair as he saved the last copy of the song he was working on, his shirt riding up, exposing his stomach to the air conditioning that was circulating crisp, cold air around the room. He preferred his studio to be quite cold while he was working late as it would keep him awake, to the point where he would lose track of time and would only go home because one of his hyungs told him to either by calling him incessantly until he picked up or actually dragging him out of his studio.
He grabbed his bag from the couch behind him and began packing everything up quickly, wanting nothing more than to cuddle with Y/N and love her with everything he had. He grabbed her phone and glanced at the time. It was just past midnight. His gorgeous girl had left just under two hours ago and he felt bad because he had promised he would be an hour at the most. He made sure everything was properly turned off and logged out. He pushed his chair back under his desk with his foot before moving out of the studio and locking the door behind him.
He knew that when he got home everyone would be asleep. They normally stayed up until everyone was home, but if Y/N had told the others that he was close behind then they would have gone to bed, knowing that he would be back soon. He said a quick goodbye to the night guards before moving into the parking lot and getting into his car.
He drove quickly but carefully back. The streets of Seoul were quite quiet since it was the middle of the night, but it was something Jungkook found quite relaxing. He loved the glimmering of the streetlights and neon shop lights against the dark sky. There were no stars tonight - it was too cloudy, but Seoul made up for that, the lights on the tips of the skyscrapers becoming artificial stars. He wanted to take Y/N out for a date like this, driving through Seoul and then eating junk food on the hood of his car somewhere secluded while looking at the sky and scenery, enjoying each other’s presence. He would do that with her soon, when his schedule wasn’t as hectic.
He pulled into the underground parking lot of the group’s flat and jogged to their apartment, not being able to keep away from his gorgeous girl any longer. He needed her in his arms.
He unlocked the door and toed off his shoes, instantly being met with the sight of his hyungs sat together in the living room and no Y/N in sight.
“Where the hell have you been?” Yoongi asked, getting up and embracing the boy before taking hold of his ear and twisting it. Jungkook yelped in pain.
“I was in the Golden Closet. Didn’t Y/N tell you?” Jungkook moved to cup his ear to help with the pain but Yoongi stopped his hand. “Speaking of, where is my gorgeous girl?”
“We thought she was with you, Kook.” Hoseok replied.
“But she left before me, like two hours ago. Sejin-ssi picked her up. She said she would come straight here, hyung.” Jungkook explained, biting at his thumb nervously. His head was instantly filled with negative thoughts. Which if their car had been hijacked by saesangs? What if they had been in an accident?
“Jungkook!” Yoongi yelled, getting his attention. “I asked you a question?”
“I’m sorry, hyung, I didn’t hear you, can you please repeat it?” Jungkook took a shaky breath, feeling himself on the verge of a panic attack.
“I said are you sure Sejin-ssi picked her up?” Yoongi repeated himself.
“I don’t know, I think so. He did text me saying he had got her.” Jungkook collapsed on one of the sofas, holding his head in his hands. “Hyung, what if they got in an accident? What if a saesang intercepted the car?”
“Hey, hey, Yoongi hyung, calm down, you’re scaring him.” Namjoon said, putting his hands on the older’s shoulders and sitting him down. “Okay, now, Kook you need to calm down, okay? Don’t panic.” He noticed the maknae’s breathing speeding up and tears streaming down his face.
“I should have left with her when she said she was tired. I shouldn’t have stayed later. I just wanted to finish the song. It was me who suggested it.” Namjoon sighed and sat down, pulling the younger boy onto his lap.
“How about we call her? It’s most likely that she asked Sejin to stop for ice cream or something like that. You know how much of a sweet tooth she has.” Namjoon suggested, rubbing the maknae’s back to calm him down. He hated seeing him this upset.
“We can’t call her. She left her phone.” Jungkook said. “I should have followed her. I should have chased after her and given it to her when I realised she had left it. I’m a terrible boyfriend.” More tears poured down his face, his doll-like lips becoming pouted.
“Hey, no, you aren’t. We’ll just call Sejin, okay.” Namjoon reassured him. “Jungkook, you are not a terrible boyfriend. You are amazing. She loves you so much.” Namjoon looked over to the rest of the members. “One of you call Sejin-ssi. I’m going to get Kookie some comfortable clothes and then try and calm him down, okay?”
“I’ll call him.” Jimin volunteered, pulling out his phone. He tapped a few things on the screen and put the call on speaker. The ringing tone filled the room for a few moments before someone picked up. “Sejin-ssi?”
It was silent before someone spoke. Someone who was definitely not Sejin. “Hmm, no, how about you try again?” The person replied, making Jimin look up at his hyungs with wide eyes.
“Who is this? Why do you have Sejin’s phone?” Yoongi asked, his voice firm and serious. There was a chuckle from the other end of the phone and a noise that sounded like a whimper of pain.
“I’m surprised she didn’t tell you about me. I used to be her one and only and know she walks around acting like a little whore with not one but seven men and I need to correct that.” The man sounded menacing. Jungkook gulped and looked at Yoongi, his doe eyes full of fear. Yoongi looked like he was ready to murder someone, and Jungkook knew that he was going to take the main brunt of his anger.
“Jackson?” Yoongi had no emotion in his voice. This happened when he was really scared or really angry. It was like his body shut down any way he could be seen as weak.
“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner.” Jackson said snarkily. “I didn’t think your boyfriends were this dumb, but maybe they were in order to actually fall in love with someone like you.” His voice was quieter like he wasn’t talking into the phone. “Maybe you lured them in like the little slut you are. Desperate for attention and sex.” There was a loud thud and a cry of pain.
“Jackson stop! Please!” They heard you beg. Jungkook bit his lip, not wanting to hear his girlfriend being hurt and not being able to do anything about it.
“I never said you could speak, stupid bitch.” There was a slap and a stifled shout. “Wish I could speak longer but I have some things to do.”
“Wait, jagiya, we’re coming to find you. We’re not giving up on you. We love you.” Yoongi shouted just before the call was ended. There was a beep. Jimin shouted in frustration and threw his phone across the room.
“This is all my fault.” Jungkook whispered to himself.
“Damn right it is!” Yoongi shouted, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up. “Why would you not go with her? How could you let her go by herself! What the actual fuck, Jungkook!”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think-”
“You never do! You only do what you want to do! You’re so selfish, Jeon Jungkook!” Yoongi was seething. Jungkook gulped. “Your sorry doesn’t fix anything! She is gone! She is back with that pathetic excuse for a man and is probably not going to make it! You know what she told me? If she was ever with Jackson again, she was going to kill herself! So tell me, Jungkook, what are you going to do? You’ve sent her down the river to her death! Because of you, she’s going to die!”
“Hyung!” Namjoon yelled, making Yoongi drop Jungkook. The maknae skittered away. There was a slam and then silence. “What the hell are you doing? You know how sensitive he is!” Namjoon was angry.
“Jackson has her, Joon. He intercepted Sejin and kidnapped her. He was beating her on the phone.” Yoongi’s voice was shaky. “And it’s all Jungkook’s fault. He should have left with her. He knows that Jackson is out there!”
“How the hell would Jungkook have known Jackson would have the balls to do something like this?” Namjoon asked with an edge to his voice. “He called Sejin to make sure she wasn’t walking home by herself! If he really didn’t care about her, he would have let her make her own way home.”
“If he cared about her, he would have taken her home himself!” Yoongi wasn’t having any of it. In his eyes, Jungkook was at fault here.
“Look, you’re angry and scared. We all are. But that does not give us the right to argue with each other. We need to stick together if we want to get her back.” Namjoon said, remaining calm. He had to. If he fell apart, they all fell apart. “You need to go and cool off. Go to your room and calm yourself down, and then you need to apologise to Jungkook. You’re his hyung, Yoon, and he needs you right now.”
Yoongi looked at his younger member and sighed. Namjoon was right. They couldn’t afford to be arguing with each other. It would make everything a whole lot worse.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Yoongi’s voice was quiet.
“Come on, hyungie. I think you need some Jiminie cuddles.” A small hand took his and pulled him up to his room. “Namjoon hyung, can you call the police, please.” Namjoon pointed to his phone and nodded.
Jimin lay down on Yoongi’s bed and opened his arms. “I’m the big spoon this time.” He said. Yoongi nodded and climbed onto the bed, settling into Jimin’s arms. It was then he allowed the wall to come down and dissolved into tears.
“She said she was going to kill herself, Min.” Yoongi sobbed. “She said she wouldn’t be able to handle being with him for any longer. I don’t. I can’t deal with losing her. I won’t be able to deal with losing her.”
“It will be okay, hyung. Joonie hyung is on the phone with the police now and since he has Sejin’s phone, they will be able to track it and see where they are. PD-nim had a tracker installed into the phone that can’t be turned off in case Sejin ever got kidnapped or we did. They’ll find her.”
“Yes, but if they find her, will they actually find her, or will she just be the shell of herself?” Yoongi said, resting the side of his head on Jimin’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
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Silence. Darkness. Pain.
The never ending cycle that Y/N was going through. Whatever Jackson had used to knock her out had caused the worse headache. It throbbed, each wave of pain being stronger than the last. She winced as she came around.
Her eyes felt like they were glued together. She tried to open them, but failed. Her eyelids felt too heavy. She also knew that if she opened them she would be faced with the impending doomed reality she was forced to deal with. The reality where she was back with Jackson and had been ripped away from her happy life with her boys.
It was then the most horrible thought flashed through her mind. What if it had all been a dream? What if she had made it all up? Those months where all her fear for Jackson had fizzled out, thinking she was safe? It was a false sense of security. In what world would BTS, the biggest boygroup in the world, be her soulmates? In what world would she deserve seven soulmates? There would only be one way to test if it was real. She had to open her eyes and see if everything was greyscale or full color.
She tried to open her eyes again, but failed. Had he glued her eyes shut? She reached up and felt along her eyelashes. It was crusty but it wasn’t sticky. She pried open her eyelids, pulling them apart with her fingers. She hissed slightly.
Her eyelids were unstuck now, but she didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to open them if the past months had just been a dream. Just open them Y/N, she thought to herself, just open them. You never know.
“Please don’t be grey. Please don’t be grey.” She whispered to herself, gingerly opening her eyes.
She looked around, realising that she was back in that bedroom. Her mother’s lamp was still on the bedside table, although there was a small dark brown stain on it now. Dark brown. That was a color. She breathed a sigh of relief. At least one thing was going well.
“Look who’s up.” A voice drawled. She looked over to the door and saw Jackson lounging against the frame, a belt idly swinging between his fingers. She gulped.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” She glared at him, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her head.
“Because I love you and you love me.” Jackson shrugged. “You belong with me, not with them.”
“I don’t love you, Jackson. I haven’t for a long while.” She spat.
Jackson gasped animatedly. “Someone has some nerve talking to me like that. Where are your manners? Guess I need to teach you again. Kneel and face the bed.”
Y/N ignored him, trying to stand up to him and show him that she wasn’t weak anymore and that she knew her worth and wasn’t scared of him. He slapped the belt across her face. Thankfully he was holding the buckle, but the impact still hurt. She cried out as he pulled her up by her hair and forced her into a kneeling position.
“Listen to me, stupid bitch.” He hit her harshly with the belt. “Just a few months away from me and all your training is gone. Looks like I’ll just have to be harsher with you.” He added a few more hits before throwing his belt somewhere else in the room. “Get on the bed.” He pulled her up by her hair, making her hiss in pain. “Now if you make a sound, I will make this so much worse for you.” He threatened.
Y/N gulped and nodded, allowing him to force her into a position on the bed. Her back and shoulders hurt so much. He forced her onto her hands and knees. He groaned. “Now that is a sight I have missed.” He rubbed his hands over her ass.
Y/N’s heartbeat sped up and her breathing quickened. Was he about to rape her? She tried to move away from him, but he grabbed onto her hips. “Stop!” He shouted, hitting her back over one of the open wounds from his belt. She cried out and crumpled forwards. He pressed his hips against her. “See how much I’ve missed you.” He was hard against her. She didn’t want this.
“Get away from me. Don’t. Please don’t.”
“I said no talking!” A harsh smack to her inner thigh followed before he ripped off her panties. She silently scolded herself for wearing a skirt. If she had been wearing jeans she would have been able to fight against this better. She would have had more time. She sobbed as she heard him push his jeans down. Before he could do anything to her, a phone started ringing.
“Fuck sake.” He groaned, answering it as he stroked over her lower back and thighs.
“Sejin-ssi?” It was Jimin. Y/N felt some relief flood through her body. She knew that Sejin had an unremovable tracker built into his phone that could not be switched off and she knew Jackson had no knowledge of it. Jackson dug his nails into her skin before he spoke.
“Hmm, no, how about you try again?” Jackson smirked, knowing he had full power here.
“Who is this? Why do you have Sejin’s phone?” Yoongi sounded angry. Y/N knew that he was not going to rest until he found her.
Jackson set the phone down and whispered into Y/N’s ear. “If you say one thing, I will kill you.” He threatened. “Now, shut up and be good.” He chuckled as he picked up the phone, pushing into the poor girl. She whimpered, the dry friction hurting her.
“I’m surprised she didn’t tell you about me. I used to be her one and only and know she walks around acting like a little whore with not one but seven men and I need to correct that.” Jackson rolled his hips against her, making her bury her head and cry. She didn’t know if they could hear her.
“Jackson?” Yoongi figured it out, but Y/N had just switched off. She hated this. She wanted out.
“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner.” Jackson said snarkily. “I didn’t think your boyfriends were this dumb, but maybe they were in order to actually fall in love with someone like you.” He reached down and grabbed his belt again. “Maybe you lured them in like the little slut you are. Desperate for attention and sex.” He brought the leather down against her skin, this time not holding the buckle. She felt the metal tear open her skin, leaving fresh wounds that would sometimes go over the ones he had already done. It hurt so much. Y/N just wanted it to be over. She couldn’t do this again. He hit her again, making her scream out in pain.
“Jackson, stop! Please!” She yelled, her hands curling in the sheets to relieve some of the pain.
“I never said you could speak, stupid bitch.” Jackson slapped her before grabbing his belt and wrapping it around her neck tightly. She could feel her air supply being cut off. She released a stifled scream, clawing at the leather around her neck. “Wish I could speak longer but I have some things to do.” He said into the phone.
Before he could hang up, Y/N heard Yoongi talking directly to her. “Wait, jagiya, we’re coming to find you. We’re not giving up on you. We love you.”
“Yoongi! I love you all too!” She yelled but Jackson had cut the call.
“Now… where were we?” He sounded menacing. Y/N sobbed as she felt him begin to move.
But now she had that small glimmer of hope that they would be able to find her. One day she would be out of here and she held onto that. For them.
