𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘

11. BASKETBALL

AUTHOR'S POV:

Y/n stepped inside the shower and turned it on, letting the hot water hit her naked skin. She sighed and bit her lip when flashbacks of the horrible incident started popping up in her mind.

His hands roaming all over her body.

His lips leaving bites all around her neck.

Her hand flew upto her neck and she rubbed it vigorously, trying to erase it, delete his vicious touches. The bruises were evident all over her legs, around her hips, waist and her neck. A few tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the water pouring down from the shower. If anyone were to stand there and watch her, they won't witness her heart's state, won't see the tears escaping her eyes non-stop camouflaged as water, won't hear the painful thoughts roaming around her mind. That was till she broke apart.

A loud sob worked its way out of her throat. Followed by another. Then another, until she was full-blown crying. Her trembling hands cupped her mouth, desperately trying to muffle it, afraid her mother would hear her ugly cries. Her voice was shaky, heart squeezing in utter pain and agony. She slowly slid down the glass panel, curling herself into a ball. Her shoulders shook with her violent sobs. Her throat was clogged up, tugging on her heart beyond bearable.

I'm so pathetic

Maybe I deserved it

What would Jimin even think about me if he gets to know about all of this? Oh right, I'm just a worthless piece of trash. Completely useless.

"Why god?! Why me?! Why me out of all the people?! Why do I have to suffer like this?!" She yelled out frustrated. Her hands clumsily grabbed her hair and she pulled it hard, trying to stop her brain from functioning, her hands clawed at her chest, where her heart was, begging for it to stop throbbing with so much pain. But what could she do? No matter how hard she's trying to act like none of it happened, the deed is done.

That man became her nightmare. She was sure anything worser than this couldn't happen to her.

Oh how wrong she was

Unknown to her, a woman was leaning against the wall of her own bathroom, trying to block the sound of her daughter wailing so brokenly. She fisted the hem of her dress in her hand.

Please, not her. She has suffered enough already.

. . .

Jungkook sat on his couch in nothing but his silky, royal blue robe. His hand twirls the glass of wine in his hand, a crazy smirk plastered on his face.

He was satisfied, but not completely.

He had to jack off for an hour to get his dick to calm down.

Honestly, you were like a huge pill of viagra. Making him extremely horny all the time. Apart from that, there was something else as well. A spark you caused in his heart that had been iced for the past years. It was... something foreign to him. His immoblie heart beats lively when you're in his field of vision. He's sure that he hasn't felt anything like this before, from what he remembers.

You were perfect.

His favourite doll face.

His favourite big eyes like windows to reveal your true feelings and emotions even when you try to hide those.

And not to forget, your body, the complete opposite of your angelic, innocent and soft features of your face. Your body reminded him of a seductive little nymph. His ideal type's exact proportions where he prefers them to. He only saw a fraction of your gorgeous, sexy goddess like body. The thought of seeing more got him all excited up.