Dove (K. Jisoo x Fem Reader)

8

(Jisoo pov) :]
TW?: self harm mentioned but more-so implied. a 'casual' mention of sexual harassment. it's not a big part of the story, i promise..

short chapter.

Whenever I heard from Taehyung that Y/N had gotten not only assaulted but also stalked, I felt so sick. Sick to the point... where I did have to walk away from my set and I had to take a seat. Whenever I heard her voice, I wanted to hurry back there and kick Linn's ass myself, but that wouldn't make Y/N any better.

My baby... I could've been there to help. But from what Taehyung told me the following days, Y/N was doing a little better. She felt a little safer with Taehyung there and with some of our friends stopping by. Linn is currently sitting in a jail cell for not only breaking the restraining order but also for sexual harassment.

She touched Y/N inappropriately that night. The cameras just barely caught it. Thankfully, the cameras caught enough. Before Y/N could push Linn away, Linn was groping her and was smelling her hair. I want to gag just thinking about it.

I'm going back home tomorrow, thankfully. And I will be able to hold Y/N and let her know that everything will be okay. I feel so guilty for not being able to call her more throughout the week. My managers have been pushing me into more and more events. But next week I'll be able to relax a bit with Y/N and our friends.

I sit on the edge of my hotel bed. I just finished eating dinner, and I'm feeling a bit worried, so I quickly messaged Y/N to see if she's doing alright tonight. Taehyung is leaving tonight, so she'll be sleeping alone on the house, and maybe we can fall asleep on FaceTime together?

After messaging a few messages, I happily FaceTimed her. Y/N's cute face pops up onto my screen. She gives a small smile and sits down on the bed.

"I'm fine... I'm just tired. Jennie came by today and hung out for a couple of hours." Y/N says softly, leaning back on the bed.

"That's good. I'm glad you had someone there. I want you to feel safe, baby." I sigh as I also lean back into my bed. Sleeping on call with her might help us both feel a little bit better. At ease.

"I feel better when I'm talking to you," her words make me smile. She's sweet. And she's so amazing. I feel so bad that someone so perfect could be used and abused. It still angers me. I wish I could put her in a bubble and keep her safe from the outside world.

"I'm happy to be talking to you too, my baby." I say softly, breathing out. I want to make her smile again. I want her to feel happy.

We talk for a bit, and then I see something. She raises her hand to scratch her head as she gets comfortable again, and I see something on her arm. I look a little closer, and then I sit up in my bed.

"Y/N, what was that?" I ask quickly, making her blink rapidly. She shakes her head and shrugs a little bit.

"N-nothing?" She's lying. She better not have done what I think she's done. She's been clean for a year.

"Y/N, don't lie to me. Tell me what that was, please." I don't want to force her, but I'm worried sick. And I know she's going through hell.

What the fuck is going on with our lives? Why can't we just live happily? Why do people love to bother us?

Before I can speak again, she says she loves me and that she's going to bed. I can't even respond; the call ends, which makes me upset. Goddamnit.

I sigh, and I send her a message before turning my phone off for the night. I can't sleep, so I just turn on the television.

My Dove🐰: "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Please take care of yourself until I get back tomorrow afternoon. Please call me if you need me before then. I love you so much, baby. Sleep well.. ❤️❤️"

I feel horrible. But... I know it would be pointless to spam call her or message her a thousand times. Everything should be okay. Everything will be okay.

I trust her. And I know she'll be okay. My sweet baby.