For Us

10

WARNING!
Depictions of violence, sexual assault, vomiting and blood are mentioned in this chapter. Proceed with caution.
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Jungkook arrived an hour later, Yoongi lived a little further than he thought he would usually drive but he did it just for him. He growing fond of the omega even though they've hung out twice. He smiled when he kissed him earlier.

He unlocked his door and immediately frowned, his father, Eun-byeol, and both of Eun-byeol's parents were all sitting on his couch. His father looked disappointed. They looked pissed except for Eun-byeol who buried her face into her mother's neck. He closed the door behind him, 

"Jungkook. Why do you hate my Eun-byeol?" Mrs Myeong asked him, the question caught him off guard completely. "Is it because she's a troubled omega? Jungkook, do you hate omega's who are a little different?" Jungkook's face completely changed.

Whatever happy mood he was in completely faded away and was now replaced with a stoic one. He huffed and sat on the couch opposite them. 

Eun-byeol wasn't a regular omega - she smelt different and didn't possess the usual traits of an omega. Jungkook had always been suspicious of her when she first told him. "Mrs Myeong, do not make such accusations about me." Jungkook restored, clenching his fists. 

"It has to be true!" She yelled. "Look at the way you treat my Eun-byeol! You kick-"

"I asked her to politely leave at first. She did not comply and she caused a disturbance at the company. My security took the initiative to do the right thing and kick her out." Eun-byeol whimpered, or at least tried to. 

He heard Mr Myeong chuckle, "Some son you've got, Jeon." Mr Myeong spat out, venom laced in his statement His father sighed and stayed quiet. Some dad he has. 

"Jungkook, what happened to you?" Mr Myeong was always a melodramatic woman. "You used to be such a sweet boy." Mrs Myeong continued to "comfort" Eun-byeol who was 'crying' into her mother's chest.

Mr Myeong stood up and got in the face of Jungkook, Mr Myeong was a little shorter and way older than Jungkook so the intimidation wasn't there. "You've got a lot of nerve talking to my daughter like that. APOLOGISE ON YOUR KNEES!" He grabbed Jungkook's hair. Jungkook fought with him for a while, managing to push him off. However, Mr Myeong grabbed a book from the stand and threw it at Jungkook.

It caught him off guard completely. The book had hit him in the head, enough for him to bruise up on the spot and leave him a little dazed. Jungkook held his head which bled a little, the sharp end of the book had hit him near his eyebrow, leaving a large cut. 

Mr Myeong took the opportunity to hit the back of his legs with his wife's cane and pushed him to the ground. He was a lot stronger than Jungkook anticipated. He continued to hit Jungkook in the back of the head with the cane, at least until it bent. 

His father just watched.

Jungkook crawled to her, blood dripping down from the cut, making him close his eyes and sit on his knees. He took one of Eun-byeol's hands, gripping them tightly. "I-I'm so-sorry, Eun-byeol. I-I'm so-so sorry, Eun-byeol" She thrust her hands to his lips, giggling. He kissed her hands, making her beam and throw herself on him. 

"Oh, I forgive you Jungkookie!" She kissed his mouth roughly, biting his tongue. He tried to push her off him but she kept a firm grip on him. He could hear both of her parents coo.

She smiled. A foul, ugly grin that made Jungkook's skin crawl and want to disappear. He held his mouth and kept his eyes on the floor. She just kept proving him right; she was evil incarnate. She might be even worse. 

Mr Myeong grabbed him by the collar, "If you do something like this again," He chuckled, pulling him closer, "I'll make sure your mother bears the brunt of this. I'll make sure all of her darkest secrets come out, I'll make sure you won't be able to find her body." He pushed him back onto the floor. 

Eun-byeol stood up and skipped over to her parents who were by the door and ready to leave. "Bye, Jungkookie!" She beamed. His father followed them and they left the apartment. 

Jungkook was overwhelmed with disgust. He stayed on the floor, clutching his mouth in utter horror. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he hurried to the closest bathroom, where he started to vomit violently. His entire body trembled uncontrollably.

He didn't know why it bothered him so much, it didn't feel right or good. It didn't feel like yoongi's kisses or when Yoongi touched him. It felt like poison.

He looked at the mess in the toilet and gulped. His lips wobbled as he just let himself cry, fat tears ran down his cheeks as he began to wail loudly. He coughed violently, inhaling large amounts of air which made him throw up again.

He didn't even know what to do with the blood.

He tried to wipe his mouth with the toilet paper since it was the thing nearest to him but that didn't feel like enough. He wanted to rip his mouth off and his skin. He felt like he was dirty, dizzy and out of place. He placed his head on the wall next to him. His loud wails were now little hiccups.

Subconsciously, he stood up and undressed, removing all his clothes and throwing them somewhere. He stepped into the shower and began to scrub his body harshly, mainly focusing on his crotch and mouth. Even that wasn't enough.

He gave up.

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Jungkook lay in his bed, staring at his ceiling. He still felt sick, really sick but nothing was coming out.

He, measly, placed a bandage on his forehead. It wasn't placed properly at all and the sticky part was on his wound.

He felt nothing. Tears were dripping down his face but he didn't sob, he wanted to rip his skin off but he just couldn't. 

"Yoongi..." Was all he could muster out. He picked his phone up and went straight to yoongi's number. He waited for him to pick up and when he didn't he called again.

Yoongi picked up, making Jungkook feel something. "Yoongi..." He could hear Yoongi groan on the other side of the phone.

"Jungkook, what is it? It's 2 am." Jungkook gulped, tears welling up in his red, tired eyes. He sniffled.

"Yoo...ngi" He mustered out before sobbing loudly. "Yoo-" Yoongi shushed him, panicked.

"Jungkook, I'm coming over." Jungkook continued to sob, staying on the line with Yoongi who shuffled around. Jungkook held the phone close to him.

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I don't like that one scene 

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