Dove (K. Jisoo x Fem Reader)

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{Y/N pov) i prefer writing in Y/N pov but i might add Jisoo again or other people... we'll see.
(pretty long chapter, ur welcome lol) sorry for any grammar fuck ups or mistakes... barely proofread. :D

TW: swearing (idk if this is necessarily a trigger but there's more swearing in this chap than the others i think), abuse is detailed briefly...

Jisoo and I got to spend a few days together. It's shitty that I can't go see her and distract her. Hah. She'd be so mad if I went up there to see her because she wouldn't be able to focus. I'll be a good girl and stay away for now.

I'm getting ready to hang out with the boys, and I'm a little nervous. I'm not a big fan of going out in public, but I trust them with my life. Jungkook would kill anyone if they even tried to bother me and don't get me started on Taehyung.

I finish up my hair, and I smooth the wrinkles from my shirt as I stare at myself in the mirror. I'm a bit of a perfectionist. And I notice every small detail. My shoes don't go with this outfit. My hair doesn't look nice. Does my shirt match my style for today? I don't know why I'm trying so hard; I don't know why I'm trying at all. I know the three of them like the back of my hand. I don't know. It doesn't matter.

I message Jisoo before I leave my apartment, wanting to check in with her just in case I do get drunk or something.

My Love🧸: "I'm about to head out to see the guys. I love you, my Dove ❤️"

I type out, hurrying out the door and down to where my car is. She might not respond for a while; she's either busy or sleeping. I don't know how her crazy schedule works. It's a little late, but she's also a bit of a night owl. Work can be hectic as well.

It takes a while for her to respond like I expected, but that's fine. Whenever I'm driving to the bar, I get a message from Jisoo. My car reads the message out loud since my phone is hooked up via Bluetooth.

Little Dove🐰: "Okay baby, I love you too. Please take care of yourself, and if you do drink, get someone to take you home. ❤️"

I don't respond while I'm driving, but whenever I arrive at the little bar, I park and pull out my phone to quickly respond.

My Love🧸: "I promise to be safe. Gotta go, bye, my dear."

I shove my phone into my pocket and I get out. I slowly walk across the gravel leading up to the entrance. It's a nice place, open until midnight. I have quite a bit of time to hang out with them. Nice.

Whenever I enter, I instantly spot Jungkook and Jimin, and then I see Taehyung joining them from the bathroom. I make my way over to them, and they greet me with smiles.

Jungkook hugs me, and Taehyung gives me a quick hug before sitting down. Jimin hugs me happily and helps me sit down before sliding in next to me. Jimin is the closest thing to a brother for me. He's sweet, probably too sweet for his own good.

After fighting a little and discussing some things over a little food, Taehyung decides to be the designated driver. He doesn't like to get drunk anyway. Jimin isn't a big drinker; he likes to drink with a meal and friends, but he knows his limits. I am a drinker, but not in an alcoholic way. I just prefer to drink whenever I'm in an environment I know could bring me anxiety. Like here, a very loud bar. It's not packed, but obnoxious drunk people are always hard to be around, and for some reason they're always around...

"I wasn't flirting with the bartender, asshole." Jimin whines quietly, rolling his eyes a little as Jungkook smiles. My ears perk up, and I look at Jimin before turning a little to look at the bartender. Men aren't my thing, but I can appreciate a man's beauty whenever I spot it.

He's probably around 6'0, has dark black hair, deep brown eyes, dope tattoos that probably have lots of meaning, and he's got a nice face. He's probably American or something. But he's in Korea, so he must speak Korean. I laugh quietly as I look back.

"Jimin, if you're going to get laid, it might as well be with that man. He's sexy; I don't blame you." I tease him which makes him glare at me a little bit. Jimin doesn't care about gender or anything. If he thinks you're cute and likes you, he'll probably try to start something.

"Yeah, there's no harm in letting loose." Taehyung adds, popping some food into his mouth.

Jungkook nods in agreement, and I also nod slightly. Jimin takes a deep breath and nods as well.

"Hm... he really is so hot." He shakes his head in embarrassment before looking over at the man. On his chest, he's wearing a name tag. Ben. Ben seems like a nice guy. He offered Jimin a free drink.

"Okay, fine, I'm going to go talk to him." Jimin mumbles, scooting out of the booth and making his way over to 'Ben'. Whenever Jimin approaches, Ben looks up and smiles really big. Woah. I didn't think I'd ever watch something like this unfold.

I laugh, shaking my head as I look back at the other two with a small smile.

"You and Jisoo are attached at the hip, I swear." Taehyung says sarcastically, making me laugh softly.

"It's worse than Jennie and Lisa. You and Lisa are fighting for the number one spot on who is whipped the most." Jungkook adds.

I roll my eyes, and I cover my face, leaning against the table. It's not secret that Jisoo and I are really close. Everyone sees it. I can't go a day without Namjoon or Rosé making fun of me. What's really bad is when all of us get together or meet up at an afterparty. I rarely go to any parties with Jisoo, but I always force myself to because, duh, I love being around her.

Whenever the TWICE women and the BLACKPINK women meet up, it's chaotic as hell. And adding the BTS men? Absolute hell. They all pick on me; I secretly love it because I know that's how they show their love. Especially the little ones, Chaeyoung and Jennie. Hellions. Tiny but mighty.

I shake my head as Jungkook pours us both a shot, Taehyung simply munching away on his food. I clink my glass against his, and we take the shot. I let out a soft groan as the burning liquid slides down my throat. Drinking is fun, being drunk is okay, and hangovers are horrible. But at least I get to spend time with the people I love.


After drinking and drinking some more, Jimin joined us again. Jungkook and I are looking up stupid filters on Snapchat and laughing whenever it makes us look dumb. Jimin isn't that drunk; he's barely even tipsy. He talked far too much to 'Ben'; he didn't have time to drink.

"Ah, Jungkookie..." I go to talk again, but he puts on a filter that makes me laugh again. His chin is really long, and it makes his forehead huge. It's not even that funny, but I'm too drunk to even see straight. I did go a little overboard. We weren't focused on drinking; we were just having fun and then, boom, drunk.

"Hahaha, oh my god... Spi-Spider-man." Jungkook's lips part as he focuses on the weird Snapchat filter game. I also focus, leaning against him as he swipes around. He ends up crashing into a wall, and the splat sound effect makes us burst into giggles.

"Dumbasses." Taehyung says flatly, but he can't help but laugh a little bit at our stupid interaction.

The night feels longer than it is; we all arrived at 8 p.m. and we are leaving at 11 p.m. It's not insanely long. A lot of the time we were just laughing and doing stupid shit on our phones.

Jimin knows he's not drunk, but he doesn't want to risk it, so he calls his manager. He got Ben's number, so he's quite happy about that. Maybe they'll have something. I'm happy for him. His manager arrives and puts Jimin in his car along with Jungkook, who practically whines and pouts until Jimin lets him come with him. Idiots. Taehyung gets caught up talking to someone on his phone. He'll be driving me home tonight. He's pretty amazing. A good friend to rely on.

He doesn't notice me wandering off, though. He's clearly focused on talking with the person on his phone. It seems serious. He tells me to go get in the car, and I nod, but I don't get in the car. I wander around the building a little, picking cute little flowers. They're tiny little white flowers. They're so tiny. I'll give them to Jisoo whenever she comes back. Hopefully they don't die. They're very small.

I stumble around, grabbing the flowers until there's a handful. I turn around, realizing I've ended up at a gate that keeps me from going into a secured room that has a sign that I don't care to read. Probably only for staff or something. Whenever I turn around, my mouth is instantly covered with a hand. I can barely breathe.

I squirm around until the person in a black mask pushes me into the brick wall, and I hit it pretty harshly. My strained whines and cries are muffled by the strong hands. The perpetrator takes down their mask, a disgustingly evil smile resting on their lips. Her lips. The lips that have kissed me and told me I was beautiful. The lips that would bite me and kiss me when I begged them not to. The lips that called me a bitch, a slut, a whore... Linn.

No. No... No, no, no, no! No!

I move around more violently, trying to call out for Taehyung.

"I've missed you, baby girl. So, so much. I tried to get you back... and you fucked me over with that fucking restraining order." Linn's voice makes me flinch a little. She looks so much worse. Her eyes are darker, and I didn't think that was possible. She seems pretty pale, but she's gained weight, and clearly she's gained muscles.

I shake my head, trying to free myself. I'm in the distance; very faintly, I can hear Taehyung's voice shouting a bit. "Y/N? Y/N, come here; it's time to go! Where are you?"

I don't know what to do. Her free hand is caressing my hip. I don't know what the fuck to do. My arms feel tired; my brain freezes. I can't do anything but stare wide-eyed at her. She giggled very quietly, and it makes me shiver. I'm so scared. Her hands are traveling at a speed and intensity that makes me want to sink into the ground. I close my eyes tightly, trying to think of something to do. I'm dizzy, exhausted, and so freaking confused. My hands weakly move, and I push her away.

A few years ago, before we met, she broke ribs or something like that. I make sure to push her away, hitting near that area. She's always been weak there. Whenever she'd hit me back then, I'd defend myself by hitting her there or pushing her from there. Clearly, it's working. She groans and drops her hands from me.

Dizzily, I stumble quickly out of the dark little alley. Lights from the bar hit my face, and I know there's got to be cameras or something just in case Taehyung doesn't see me in time. I coughed a few times, feeling sick to my stomach. I can hear her following after me, which makes me call out to Taehyung as loud as I can.

He spins around, and his eyes widen. Me, stumbling over my own feet quickly as Linn chases after me. She's moving a lot faster than me, but she seems to be in pain. I didn't hit her hard, I don't think. God, I hate drinking.

"What the fuck! Hey! Get the fuck away from her, you sick bitch!"

I hear Taehyung shouting. I feel him breeze past me, shoving her backwards. I don't even know what's going on. I just keep moving. Linn is a weak woman. She's never been strong. She's a sick woman. Taehyung knows about her. I've told my closest friends what happened in my past. Anybody who has seen me experience a panic attack knows about my past trauma.

All I can hear is him shouting. He's on the phone with the police? I don't know; I don't care. I climb into the car, wiping the crushed flower pieces off my hands. I lean into the backseat, cradling my head as I curl up. I cry out, trying to keep myself covered. I hate this. I hate her.

The door on the opposite side of the car opens. I let out another small sob, and my hand reaches out to swat the person away. I don't want her near me. But thankfully, I hear Taehyung's soft voice, and I can feel him gently touching my hand. He slides in next to me, and he wraps his arms around my upper half, slowly bringing my body into his. I wrap my arms around him, desperately clinging to him.

"The cops are coming; one of the guys inside came out and helped me hold her down. Cameras caught everything. It's okay... it's okay. She can't hurt you, okay?" He whispers.

His words are soothing. She can't hurt me. This car is safe. She's not going to hurt me. Okay.... okay. I'm okay.

I cry into his shoulder the entire time. Even when the cops arrive, I'm still crying and holding onto him. The cops question everyone, and they take her into custody. Finally. Fucking finally.

The drive home is silent beside my small whimpers as I curl up in the backseat. Taehyung debated whether or not he should call Jisoo, but when he does, it is intense. Jisoo shouts at him but not directly at him. She's shouting about Linn and how she'll come back home and all of that. I try to listen in really good. This situation did help sober me up a little.

Taehyung somehow convinces Jisoo that she doesn't need to come home and that he'll take care of me and stay with me. I just know Jisoo hates agreeing to that, but she needs to do this. She has a job to do. And her managers would probably be a little upset if she rescheduled. She talked to me, and I told her to stay there... My words were slurred and mumbled, but she understood. At the end of the call, I swear she was crying.

Taehyung and I end up in my apartment, though. He makes me a little dinner, which I barely even touch, and he helps me into bed. He helps me change, but it's mainly him closing his eyes and keeping me from falling over as I dress myself. He's a good man and an amazing friend.

He tucks me into bed and sits on the bed until I eventually fall asleep. I feel him pat my head and mumble, "I'll sleep right next to you, on the floor. Don't worry."

And he does. He makes a comfy little bed on the floor using so many blankets and pillows. It's cute. And I'm lucky to have such a respectful and loving friend that I can trust. I end up falling asleep on my stomach, my arm dangling off the side of the bed, with him gently holding it until I fall fully asleep.