Jungkook a divorcee of two years gets haunted and foraged by his abusive ex-husband, he just needs to flee from the grasp which once held him and never let him go.
Now, What if he finds the business tycoon's young son Seokjin who was once his boyfri...
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"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣'"
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Jungkook's POV:-
My head was throbbing, it was hurting like shit like someone was knocking on it continuously, I wanted to move my hands but I couldn't, it felt impossible to do, my body felt a sudden surge of electric shock go up and I winced, just a small breath getting away.
My eyes felt like a heavy weight to open, it was like something was forcefully holding it down, my head was still in pain, the pain still surged and I still cannot instill one word out of my mouth.
I felt a hand rub on top of my left hand, that is the slightest touch I could feel but it felt like heaven, I sighed again trying to open my eyes, and my eyes fluttered like a feather before I saw dimmed blue lights enter my vision.
It wasn't black wholly nor was it any brighter, it was mild for my eyes to capture in.
Then I see my house walls, the bedroom of my house, the house where I lived, the house where my ex-husband came and for whom I am feeling the pain.
I shut close my eyes once again thinking about the painful thought of experiencing the shit hands on my body again, I wanted to curl, I wanted to wash my body until I bled because I don't want that beast's hands on my body, I wanted to die.
I thought remorsefully, feeling pity for my situation as tears slowly conquered their territory on my cheeks and fell like a petal drop on my ears.
I huffed out a shaky breath again and opened my eyes, I still felt the soft touch on my hands, the rub on my hands, the water which slowly and steadily dripped and splayed on my hands.
There was another person, I took in a sharp breath, it won't be my ex-husband, right? I dont want to see him, the features I dont want to experience ever again "Hyung, Hyung are you awake?" I looked up at the ceiling with widened eyes, slowly turning my face to look into the shocked, red, tired eyes of Seokjin.
What was Seokjin doing here? I crinkle my nose and shut my eyes again as a pain surge through again, I remember the sequence "He came, hit me, banged my face on the table, blood, and right I called you" I slowly muttered not opening my eyes.
I did not want to see the sympathy, the pity he might be feeling for this fragile situation of mine, I wanted to bang my head multiple times on the wall in front of me until I lie on the carpeted floor with my own poodle of blood surrounding my throbbing head as I slowly breathe out my last of breath.
A tear fell, followed by another which was followed by another, I cried, my breath wheezing and my head paining but I did not care, I felt my body being hugged but I was adamant, I shook my head, and I cried, I clawed my hands on my arms, I cried, I let myself fall into the hug provided by Seokjin and I cried.
