Dove (K. Jisoo x Fem Reader)

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(Y/N pov) ⚠️⚠️⚠️‼️‼️‼️‼️TW: discussion of self harm, suicidal thoughts, and past sexual abuse/just abuse in general. I will try not to talk too much into it but it is serious for the continuation of the story.

⚠️⚠️⚠️ Please if you are someone you know is being abused whether it be physically, emotionally, mentally, verbally, sexually WHATEVER!! Please please please do not be afraid to tell an officer or a trusted person in your life!!! There are online domestic abuse and sexual abuse hotlines.

!!! ⚠️⚠️‼️ If you are hurting **yourself** please do not be ashamed/afraid to ask for help. I struggle with this and the only advice I can give is to ask for help when you're struggling. There are local/national suicide hotlines. You could also go to your local police station or hospital. I love you all. ❤️❤️ Let's get into this.
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It was stupid to think I could get away with it. I had just gotten out of the shower, and I was hot, so I thought maybe I could just let it air out while I relax. It didn't hurt. It doesn't hurt. But when Jisoo saw it, I knew it was no good to try and hide it.

Linn scarred me. She broke me. She broke me in every way a person can be broken. She beat me black and blue; she called me every derogatory thing she could think of; she isolated me; she made herself look like the victim. She raped me with painful objects. Nobody in my family believed me. Nobody ever believed me. Not until I met Jennie. And then Rosé. Then Lisa. And then the love of my life. Those women saved me. Jisoo saved me in every way a person can be saved. She saved my soul, my heart, and my mind, and I can't even cope properly.

She's coming back today. I know she's worried sick. Whenever I didn't answer, she sent Taehyung over to check up on me since he was the closest. I didn't let him inside out of shame and guilt, but he made sure to tell Jisoo that I was alive and okay.

Shame isn't a strong enough word to describe this feeling.

I've been clean for... a while now. One year, three months, fifteen days. I was clean for that long. And all it took was some crazy bitch to turn things around for me to relapse.

I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at my arms. The scars aren't gone. It's almost as though they're staring back and judging me. They've gone white now, meaning they're older ones. But the red lines that aren't too deep run across my wrist. Three lines of dried blood.

I fucked up.

I hear the door unlocking and swinging open. I flinch, covering the cuts back up with a bandage as I put my arms down, hiding them as best as I can.

I stand up, watching as her pale, panicked face comes into view. She quickly hurries over, wiping dry tears off her face.

"Baby.." She whispers as her eyes flick from my arm to my face. She jumps forward, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling my head onto her own shoulder.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." It's all I can mumble out. It feels good to love again, to trust, and to be comforted when I've done something I couldn't fully control.

"No, don't.. apologize, Y/N. Don't apologize for any of this." She whispers into my ear, caressing the back of my head as she sniffles lightly.

I hold onto her waist, wanting to just... move on from this painful experience. But none of it ever stops or ever goes away. It sticks. It stings. The pain never goes away or stops; it lingers all the time. It's always there. When I'm happy, depressed, anxious, confused, comfortable, hungry... every fucking emotion. And it won't go away. I've tried everything, and the only thing that helps is Jisoo.

We stand there, in each other's arms, before she sits down and pulls me down with her. She keeps brushing the tears off my face and off her own. She gently takes my bandaged arms and holds it.

"Please... Y/N. Please don't ever feel like you need to do this to yourself." She whispers, trying to keep her own tears back.

I nod silently, trying to hold back the tears that keep falling. I try to speak up, but my bottom lip just quivers. I lean my head into her shoulder, burying my face deep into her hoodie.

"When... when she... trapped me... it all came back..." I whimper out, barely able to breathe. She stays silent, rubbing my back a little to help me stay calm. She lets me continue.

"I felt it all." The... the strangling, the raping, the painful objects she would use, the punching, Jisoo, I swear. I felt her fists and feet hitting me again and again, and... I froze. I was so scared. All she had to do was touch my shoulder, and I... I just freaked out.

I explain it as best as I can, the tears only spilling faster. I sniffle as she kisses the side of my head near my ear, whispering in my ear.

"She will never hurt you again. She's sitting in jail, and she will rot there for her entire life. I swear I will never let her out again; I won't let her touch you. I promise, baby. I promise." I can hear the shakiness and anger in her voice. If anyone hates Linn more than me, it might just be Jisoo. And I didn't know someone like her could hate anyone.

"I-I know. I... I trust you." I whisper, letting my body melt into hers like a puddle. She has a way to comfort me in a way that nobody else has been able to. She's something new that I've always craved.

Her hand slides onto my chest, above my pounding heart. It's quick and unsteady. She lets out a gentle sigh, sniffling and gently rubbing my chest.

"Breathe... I promise that I'll never let anyone hurt you. I'll never hurt you." Her words soothe me. They really do. They've always soothed me. They've soothed me in ways that I've never truly felt.


After sitting there silently, just crying with each other, we finally got to the point of calmness where we could attempt to get some food in our stomachs and some rest.

She fed me and she kissed my head every time I started to cry again. She cried a bit with me. She's gentle with me. She treats my heart like a delicate little butterfly, and it's all I've ever needed in my life.

She helped me clean myself up and cleaned my scars up. She cried while she did it. She bandaged them and kissed them before kissing my cheek. I smiled very subtly at her, and she returned it. I know she's hurting, but I also know she's not one to just cry, so this makes tonight even more comforting. She's willing to love me, which in my eyes is a hard task...


She holds me to her chest as a Disney movie plays on the television on the wall. It's my comfort film, and she's rubbing my back, holding me too tightly like she's trying to keep me safely secured. It's such a perfect feeling. It's something I've always wanted and needed. I don't know how many times I can say that. But it's only the truth.