Pain Without Love (BTS Jungkook Fanfic)

Thirteen

I didn't know how to respond to that, so, I stayed quiet. Guilt washed over my body, thinking about how he felt when she did it and how his scars are reopening because of me.

He noticed my silence and spoke up to break it.

"Don't worry about it, though. That happened a couple years back. She wasn't happy. There's nothing I can do about it now."

Looking up at him, I could see some of the pain still lingering in his eyes.

"Jungkook.."

I said it softly as he looked up at me, locking our eyes together.

"I'm sorry.."

He lightly smiled, getting off the couch and standing right in front of me.

"Don't be sorry, just be thankful I got to you before you got to yourself."

Just be thankful I got to you before you got to yourself.

His words were like salt, stinging the inside of my wounds. They hurt, but, they were true. I am thankful. Before I could thank him properly, he held his hand out to me.

"Come on, you should go to bed. You look like hell from crying so much today, you're probably tired."

My head had been pounding from the voices, still continuously screaming at me. I am tired, tired of trying to be strong, it's physically and mentally draining. Maybe a good nights rest will be what I need, though, I doubt it.

I grabbed his hand and pulled myself off of the couch to be led to the same room Jungkook had gone into to get the clothes I'm wearing right now.

He slowly opened the door to see what I'm guessing is his room. The room was decently bare. He had a twin size bed in the corner, a couple dressers, and a desk. There was a rack hanging on the wall containing a bunch of CD's. He likes music, I guess.

I could hear him lightly chuckle to himself as he looked back at me.

"Sorry it isn't much, but I hope you can sleep here."

Nodding slowly, he began to make his way out of the room before I grabbed his arm.

"Thank you, Jungkook.. For everything."

He gently smiled at me.

"If you decide to cry tonight, do it quietly. I'll be in the living room.. If you need me."

I let go of his arm, letting him leave the room. Walking around his room, I made my way over to his CD's. They were dusty, he must not bother with them that much. I looked over to his bed, reassuring myself that he's actually letting me use it.

Quickly turning off his bedroom lights, I made my way to his bed.

I grabbed the covers and pulled  them down to get into the bed, pulling the covers back over my body as I laid down. I rubbed my head against his pillow, trying to get comfortable until I noticed something. His scent was strong, laying in his bed I almost felt smothered by it. But, I kind of like it.

Slowly, my mind went black, letting me fall asleep and escape everything that happened today.

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Why is it so cold?

I thought it to myself as I walked through the hallways of the school.

No one was here, I'm completely alone.

Suddenly, hearing a couple thuds from down the hallway, I ran towards the noise.

Finding where the noises came from, I found myself in front of the boys bathroom. I cringed at the memories that happened inside this specific place.

Before I could turn around, someone gripped a hold of my shoulders, forcing me inside. I tried to grasp the wall, but, my hands couldn't latch onto anything.

Closing my eyes, begging for them to stop, I suddenly wasn't being pushed anymore. I slowly opened my eyes, quickly realizing I wasn't in the boys bathroom.

I was on the roof.

Hearing the door creak open, I started to back away.

"Kill yourself."

It sounded like a screech as it came from behind the door. It didn't open all the way, no one came out. It just cracked slightly. Voices slowly came from behind the door, screeching in my ears.

"Mistake."

"Die."

"Waste of space."

"Whore."

I fell to my knees, covering my ears. The voices were too much to bare, it felt like my ears were bleeding as they screeched louder and louder. They were digging inside my brain, all I wanted to do was scream, but nothing came out.

"DO IT."

I jumped up from the bed, panting and sweating. The words still lingered inside my head as I sat up from my bed and made my way out the door, not even thinking at this point.

I just want Jungkook.

Walking into the living room, the TV was giving off enough light for me to see him laying on the couch.

I lightly tapped on his forehead, making him move uncomfortably. Tapping again, his eyes shot open.

"What are you doing?"

His voice was raspy, his eyes were barely opened as he looked up at me.

"I had a bad dream.."

He rubbed his forehead and eyes, the TV was probably bright enough to make his sleepy demeanor uncomfortable.

"What do you want me to do about it."

Hesitating, I spoke up realizing he might fall asleep again if I take too long to respond.

"Can I... Sleep with you."

He groaned in annoyance before grabbing my wrist and pulling me down on top of him. My head laid in his chest, perfectly hearing his heart beat, as the rest of my body laid on top of him.

"Now shut up and let me sleep."

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I've been up since 6 am. I'm really sick.. :( like, I'm in a lot of pain. This chapter helped me take my mind off of it though, so that's a plus.

I hope everyone is having a good day, or night. :)

Stay tuned for the next chapter---