Jungkook Hurtfics / BTS

Possessive over me

This story includes trigger warnings like Sexual Abuse , mention of abuse and rape.

Jeon Jungkook, the golden maknae of BTS, had a secret. A secret that gnawed at him, making his smiles a little less bright, his laughter a little more forced. To the world, he was the epitome of success and happiness, surrounded by his brothers in BTS, adored by millions. But behind the closed doors of his personal life, a different story unfolded.

Jungkook's relationship with his boyfriend, Jung Minho, had started out beautifully. Minho was charming, attentive, and seemed to understand Jungkook in ways no one else did. But over time, the darkness began to seep through. Minho's jealousy turned into possessiveness, his affection into control. Jungkook found himself trapped in a cycle of emotional manipulation and physical abuse. Every "I love you" was tainted with fear and uncertainty.

It was a Saturday evening, and the members of BTS were gathered in their shared apartment, preparing for a rare night off. Jungkook tried to mask his anxiety as he joined the others in the living room, his eyes darting to the door every few minutes. He knew Minho was coming over, and the dread pooled in his stomach like lead.

"Jungkookie, you alright?" Jimin asked, noticing the youngest's unease.

"Yeah, hyung. Just tired," Jungkook lied, forcing a smile.

The doorbell rang, and Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. "I'll get it," he said quickly, rushing to the door before anyone else could.

Minho stepped inside, his eyes locking onto Jungkook with an intensity that made his skin crawl. "Hey, babe," Minho greeted, leaning in for a kiss. Jungkook stiffened but obliged, not wanting to cause a scene.

As the evening progressed, Minho's demeanor became increasingly possessive. He kept a firm grip on Jungkook's arm, pulling him close and whispering things that made Jungkook's cheeks burn with shame. The other members were too engrossed in their conversation to notice the silent struggle happening in the corner of the room.

Eventually, Minho suggested they go to Jungkook's room, and Jungkook, unable to find a reason to refuse without raising suspicion, agreed. As soon as the door closed behind them, Minho's gentle facade dropped. He pushed Jungkook onto the bed, his hands roaming where they weren't welcome.

"Stop, Minho. I said no," Jungkook pleaded, his voice trembling.

Minho's grip tightened, and his voice turned cold. "You don't get to say no to me, Jungkook."

Tears pricked at the corners of Jungkook's eyes as he struggled against Minho's hold, his mind racing with fear and helplessness. He thought about screaming, but the shame and fear of what might happen if the others found out kept him silent.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Taehyung stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the scene before him. Minho immediately released Jungkook and stood up, raising his hands in a placating gesture.

"Hey, it's not what it looks like," Minho said smoothly, his voice dripping with false innocence. "We were just... playing around."

Jungkook quickly sat up, trying to compose himself. "It's fine, Taehyung. We were just... messing around," he echoed weakly, his eyes pleading with Taehyung to let it go.

Taehyung's eyes narrowed as he looked between Jungkook and Minho, his gut telling him something was off. But Minho's calm demeanor and Jungkook's desperate agreement made him hesitate. "If you're sure..." he said slowly, not entirely convinced.

"Yeah, hyung. I'm sure. Thanks for checking in, though," Jungkook replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung nodded, backing out of the room, but the unease in his stomach didn't dissipate. As he closed the door behind him, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Jungkook's relationship with Minho than met the eye.