What never should've happened.

Scars pt.2

Trigger warning and A/N:
Details of injuries and aftermath of a corrupted justice system.

I stated in a comment before that some of the trauma that Y/N has comes from personal experience. Please, if you or anyone you know is experiencing/going through something like this: ask for help. That's the toughest and hardest thing to do, but you deserve better!

Y/N's POV

"It was my side of the car that hit the wall. The air bag hit me on the side, and my back hit the window. That's where the scars come from. The glass shards embedded themselves on my back. I nearly bled out before the paramedics came. Lena came right before them. She was the one who pulled me out of that car."

You sighed and leaned back on the couch.

"I was in the hospital for three weeks. The police came, and I pressed charges...he got off with a warning and a restraining order."

"He what!? How is that possible?"

You scoffed, "the DA was his childhood friend. He got letters from a lot of people, attesting to his goodness and his work for the community. There even was a toxicology report that said he had eaten bad seafood and was in an altered state of mind due to the toxins. It sounds like a bad movie script, but that's my life."

"I lost a lot of blood and hurt my back and most of my lower belly area. Doctors told me that having kids might be difficult...I left the hospital and never saw him again...but he kept in touch with my family. He went to visit them a few times. Begging them to convince me to take him back. My family, to this day, knows nothing about this..." you trailed off.

"What!? Why? Y/N, they need to know. They're your family." Yoongi was already devising a way to figure out how to track down that asshole

"I will tell them eventually. It took a lot of work for me to go back to a resemblance of a functioning human being. I lived with Lena for a while, and when I went back to my place, I found dozens of dead plants outside, all of them with notes from him, begging to see me."

You turned your back to Yoongi and, without thinking about it, pulled your shirt off, revealing your back to him. He had seen it for a few moments from the bed, but now they were right in front of him. He dry gulped and wanted to touch them, but wasn't sure if he should.

"I got the tattoo exactly one year after I landed in the hospital. The injuries had healed, the tissue had scarred...I needed to begin my journey too. It's been three years since that day, two since the tattoo...and today, I'm here, before you, wanting and needing to trust."

There. It was out.

You felt as if you had removed a ten ton boulder off your chest. Even breathing felt easier, and it was all because you had allowed yourself to be helped by someone else. Someone who wanted to take care of you, who respected you and your boundaries.

Yoongi knelt at the side of the couch and put his hands on your waist. He proceeded to kiss each of your scars, softly, gently, almost as if he wanted to erase them with kisses. Your tears had stopped. This was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you.

You could feel wetness on your back and you realized it came from Yoongi's tears. He said nothing, just kept kissing you all over your back and you didn't stop him. It wasn't easy for anyone to hear what you had experienced, but your therapist and your doctors, they all heard you without being emotionally involved.

Lena had to go through therapy as well after everything and you had joint sessions too, but she was a tough cookie, she helped you.

It never occurred to you that this would affect Yoongi so much, so you let him process it for as long as he needed.

It was only when a draft from the air conditioning hit your chest that you shivered that Yoongi stopped, stood up and put your shirt back on you. He kept silent all the time.

He turned you around and said, completely serious.

"I need the name of that scumbag. Don't question it. I just need to know."

"Mitchell. Hans Mitchell."

Yoongi held you close for the longest time.

"May I spend the night? I don't think I can bear to be apart from you. Not tonight."

"But don't you have to be at work early tomorrow?"

"I do. I can leave by six. I just don't think you should be alone after what you told me, and I don't think I should be alone because I might end up flying out to the US and commit murder." He was serious.

You just nodded and grabbed his hand. He followed you to your bathroom, and wordlessly, you both brushed your teeth. You went to go get him something he could wear to bed and he used that time to text Seojun.

9:03

MY: "I'm sleeping here. Please, be ready to come follow me at 6:00"

SJ: "Yoongi-ssi, that's against security protocol."

MY: "I don't give a fuck, Seojun. My girlfriend needs me and I need her. I'm staying. See you tomorrow."

Yoongi turned off his phone just as you were coming back.

"All I have is CK sweats and tees," you said sheepishly.

Yoongi groaned but smiled, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "You really like the kid, don't you? Agh, he's going to get so cocky when he realizes it." He took the clothes from you and went to take off his shirt.

You sat down at your vanity, hugging your black pillow to your chest as you admired your boyfriend undressing. He was gorgeous. You loved his creamy white skin and his barely there abs, he didn't need to be a muscle monster, he was perfect.

He saw you watching and didn't falter. He removed his sweats next and was left only in underwear before he leaned down and pecked your lips. "Bah...he can get cocky, I get to kiss you, that's better."

He finished getting dressed and followed you to bed. He waited until you settled on your side of the bed and he got in behind you, carefully wrapping himself around you, feeling exhausted at everything that had happened, he couldn't imagine how you felt.

"Sleep, beautiful. I'm here and I will fight your demons with you." He whispered in your ear and you burrowed further back into him, liking the way he made you feel protected. It wasn't five minutes before you were soundly asleep.