LETTERS||Jungkook ff|| mature 21+

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟺: 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕

*****

In the deep, the pain concealed,

A tale of anguish is now revealed.

Two men came with cruel disguise,

And tortured me beneath the skies.

A room of fear, a heart so cold,

In silence, screams and stories told.

Their names, though whispered through the night.

With her, their sins were cast,

In every moment, echoes last.

Her camera's lens, a ruthless eye,

Captured my tears, my shattered cry.

They took my trust and left me bare,

In pain's embrace, I sought repair.

But justice waits with a steady hand,

To heal the wounds that night had planned.

In hopes of light and justice,

I share this truth laid bare, laid bare.

For in the darkest of despair,

We find the strength to rise and repair.

*****

Chapter 14: Whispers of Betrayal

Y/n's POV: (letter)

Dear Ahn Hye-jin,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. I have made a difficult decision to write to you about something that has been weighing heavily on my heart. As I sit down to pen these words, my hands tremble, and my soul aches with the burden of the truth I must reveal. Please understand that this letter is not an easy one to write, nor is it a tale I wish to tell. Yet, I believe you deserve to know the full extent of the horrors I have endured, and the truth behind those who inflicted such cruelty upon me.

It all began on the day Jungkook took Hoseok to the airport. They had left early in the morning, and I remained behind in Paris, hoping for a respite from the shadows that haunted my thoughts.

As soon as Jungkook and Hoseok departed, two men came to my room under the guise of routine maintenance workers. They were unfamiliar to me, but they spoke with an unsettling confidence that made my heart race. They assured me that their visit was essential for the upkeep of the building. I had no reason to doubt them, and their demeanour seemed professional enough. However, the moment they crossed the threshold of my door, a sense of dread enveloped me, though I could not yet comprehend its depth.

The men quickly revealed their true intentions. They forced me into a small, dimly lit room within the apartment, their grip firm and unyielding. I tried to scream, but one of them covered my mouth, and injecting something into my body, stifling my cries and slowly losing my consciousness. They bound my hands and feet with rough rope, and the room's cold, sterile environment felt increasingly oppressive. As I opened my eyes regaining my consciousness, I realised where exactly I was. I was restrained.

Like the worst of it was yet to come. he, came near me and gave me a tight blue right on my left cheek, and He, a man I had once thought to be trustworthy, took their cruelty to the next level. They both raped me, their actions brutal and devoid of empathy. Their assault was not just physical; it was an assault on my very essence, stripping me of any semblance of dignity or hope.

Throughout the ordeal, she, the third member of this horrid trio, she was unfamiliar to me, recorded every moment with a camera. She also revealed that she was the one who had informed him that I was in Paris. She also questioned and slapped me asking how Jungkook could ever choose me over her? Her presence was chilling; she watched with a cold detachment that seemed to relish in my suffering. The camera's lens captured every agonizing second, every tear, every scream. Her role in this nightmare was not just passive but active; she was complicit in every vile act, a silent observer who took perverse pleasure in the footage she collected.

The psychological torment was as severe as the physical abuse. I was made to feel like an object, a pawn in a game I never wished to play. The sense of betrayal was overwhelming. How could the people I had trusted turn against me in such a monstrous way? The agony was compounded by the realization that they had meticulously planned and executed their malevolence, leaving no room for escape or reprieve.

In the aftermath, when they finally left me, I was left alone in the room, my body bruised and battered. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional sob that escaped my lips. The camera, still recording, seemed to mock my suffering with its unblinking eye. I tried to pull myself together, to find strength in the midst of despair. But the emotional scars were as deep as the physical ones, and the trauma seemed insurmountable.

As days passed, I was forced to remain in the same apartment, unable to seek help or leave. My movements were restricted, and my attempts to reach out were thwarted by the constant surveillance and control imposed by my captors. The fear of further violence kept me silent, and the hope for rescue dwindled with each passing day.

Waking up on the fifth day of me been abducted, I was completely in a different Place. I was in a car. As soon as, the guy in the front saw me, he asked me not to panic and he introduced himself as Jimin, Jungkook's friend. At this moment I couldn't trust anyone who claim to be Jungkook's Friend. As I hid my hands in my pocket, I had something, it was the camera. The same one.

As I conclude this letter, I am filled with a sense of urgency. I need to reclaim my voice, to seek justice for the atrocities committed against me. I hope that sharing this story will not only help me heal but also ensure that those responsible face the consequences of their actions.

The names of the men who inflicted this horror upon me are as follows: Lee Do-hyun, Jung Hoseok, and Lee Ji-eun. These are the faces behind the cruelty, the names that I have come to associate with the darkest chapter of my life. Their actions have left a permanent mark on my soul, and their betrayal has shattered any remaining trust I had in the world.

With hope and gratitude,

Y/N