"Bound by Love: The Seven Kims". (Jk Centric)

**Chapter 13: The Hidden Wounds**

The room was filled with a heavy silence, each of the brothers trying to process the sight of Jungkook’s injuries. Seokjin and Taehyung exchanged a glance, their hearts aching at the thought of their youngest brother suffering so much pain alone. They both knew that the cuts and bruises on Jungkook’s torso weren’t the full extent of his injuries, but neither wanted to push him any further.

“Kookie,” Seokjin said softly, breaking the silence. “We need to make sure you’re fully okay. I know it’s hard, but can you take off your pants too? We need to see everything so we can help you.”

Jungkook stiffened at the request, his mind racing with fear and shame. He had already exposed so much, and the thought of revealing even more made his heart pound with anxiety. He didn’t want his hyungs to see the ugly, painful marks on his legs—the places where his tormentors had hit him with rods and other brutal instruments.

“I… I don’t know if I can…” Jungkook whispered, his voice trembling. He clutched at his pants, his hands shaking as he struggled with the decision.

Taehyung noticed the fear in Jungkook’s eyes and gently cupped his cheek, bringing their foreheads together. “It’s okay, Kookie. We’re here with you,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. “No matter what we see, it doesn’t change how much we love you.”

Jungkook’s eyes filled with tears once again, the warmth of Taehyung’s words helping to calm his nerves, if only slightly. He knew he couldn’t keep hiding from them, not if he wanted to heal. Slowly, he nodded, though his heart still pounded with fear.

“I… I’ll try…” Jungkook whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Seokjin, seeing how much courage it took for Jungkook to even consider this, spoke softly. “We’re so proud of you, Kookie. Just take your time. We’re not going anywhere.”

With trembling hands, Jungkook slowly unbuttoned his pants, his breath hitching in his throat. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he pushed the fabric down, revealing the bruises and welts that marred his thighs. The marks were dark and angry, some of them still fresh, others fading into a sickly yellow.

As Jungkook’s pants fell to the floor, the room fell into a tense silence once again. The sight of the injuries on his legs brought a fresh wave of pain and guilt to his hyungs. They couldn’t believe that their precious youngest brother had been enduring such brutal treatment, and the fact that he had hidden it from them for so long made it all the more heartbreaking.

Jungkook stood there, exposed and vulnerable, tears streaming down his face. He was scared—scared of their reactions, scared of what they would think of him. He had never felt so small, so broken. “I’m sorry…” he whispered again, his voice barely audible. “I’m so sorry…”

Seokjin quickly moved forward, pulling Jungkook into a tight hug, careful not to hurt him. “Don’t apologize, Kookie,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “None of this is your fault. We’re just so sorry that you had to go through this alone.”

Jungkook clung to Seokjin, his tears soaking into his hyung’s shirt. “I didn’t know what else to do… I was so scared…”

“We know, Kookie. We know,” Taehyung murmured, wrapping his arms around both of them. “But you don’t have to be scared anymore. We’re going to take care of you.”

The other brothers gathered around them, forming a protective circle as they held Jungkook close. They could see the pain in his eyes, the fear that still lingered even as he stood surrounded by their love. It broke their hearts to see him so afraid, but they knew they had to be strong for him.

“Kookie, we’re going to help you get through this,” Namjoon said softly, his voice filled with determination. “We’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe and happy again.”

Yoongi, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up, his voice low and calm. “Let us take care of your wounds, Kookie. We need to make sure they heal properly.”

Jungkook hesitated, still feeling nervous about his hyungs seeing all of his injuries. But he knew they were right. He needed their help if he was going to heal, both physically and emotionally. Slowly, he nodded, giving them permission to proceed.

Seokjin and Taehyung gently guided Jungkook to sit on the couch, and Seokjin retrieved the first aid kit from the bathroom. As he returned, he noticed how Jungkook was shivering, not just from the cold air, but from the fear that still gripped him. Seokjin shared a worried glance with Taehyung, and they both knew they needed to be extra gentle.

“Kookie, we’re going to clean and bandage your wounds, okay?” Seokjin said, his voice soothing. “It might sting a little, but we’ll be as gentle as possible.”

Jungkook nodded, biting his lip to keep from crying out. He trusted his hyungs, but the pain was still fresh, and the fear was hard to push away.

Taehyung sat beside him, holding his hand tightly. “You can squeeze my hand if it hurts, Kookie. I’m right here.”

As Seokjin began to clean the wounds on Jungkook’s legs, Jungkook winced, but he didn’t let go of Taehyung’s hand. The process was slow and careful, with Seokjin making sure not to aggravate the injuries further. All the while, his heart ached at the sight of the damage that had been done to his youngest brother.

Jungkook’s grip on Taehyung’s hand tightened as Seokjin carefully applied ointment to the deeper cuts. He could feel the sting of the antiseptic, but he tried to focus on the warmth of Taehyung’s hand in his. The pain was a reminder of everything he had been through, but it was also a reminder that he wasn’t alone anymore.

“You’re doing so well, Kookie,” Jimin whispered, sitting on the other side of Jungkook and gently rubbing his back. “We’re almost done.”

Hoseok, who had been holding back his tears, couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to wipe away the fresh tears that streamed down Jungkook’s face. “You’re so strong, Kookie. We’re all here for you, okay?”

Finally, Seokjin finished bandaging the last of Jungkook’s wounds. He carefully adjusted the bandages to make sure they wouldn’t come loose, then leaned back with a sigh of relief. “All done, Kookie. You did so well.”

Jungkook nodded weakly, feeling exhausted from the ordeal. His body ached, but the relief of finally being taken care of by his hyungs was overwhelming. “Thank you, hyungs… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner…”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Taehyung murmured, pulling him into a gentle hug. “You don’t have to apologize. We’re just glad you’re safe with us now.”

Jungkook buried his face in Taehyung’s chest, feeling the warmth and safety of his hyung’s embrace. The fear and shame that had been eating away at him for so long began to fade, replaced by the comforting knowledge that his hyungs were there for him, no matter what.

As the night wore on, the brothers stayed close, not wanting to leave Jungkook’s side. They knew there was still a long road ahead, but they were ready to face it together. For now, all that mattered was that their youngest brother was safe, and that he knew he was loved, unconditionally.

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