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Jungkook X Self-harm!Reader

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Jungkook X Self!Harm Reader

What would I do without him? The only reason I have been able to survive for this long is because of his support. As long as I can remember, my parents have always been fighting, but they never got physical or harmed me until....
About five years ago they had a big fight and in the heat of the moment my mother said that it was all my fault. My dad agreed with her and they turned on me. I had terrible bruises all over my body after that fight but my parents were the kindest people when others were around, so no one would believe me if I told them that my injuries were caused by my parents. I started cutting as a way to get rid of all of my pent up feelings and sorrow. The pain distracted me a bit. But only thanks to his support have I been able to keep myself from taking my bad habit too far.
Jungkook.
I met him in my last year of junior high. We hit it off right away, but our friendship has been a bit strained lately. He has always been popular, but this last year, the girls have been getting a bit more aggressive in their advances.
They wear much more revealing clothing, a lot of makeup and cling to him constantly. They have been bullying me as well. I can't take much more.
The worst part is that I realized I feel a bit more than friendly feelings towards him, so I have been avoiding him. I think that I should just end it all. I don't want to drift apart from Jungkook, but I am afraid that I will make my feelings too obvious. Not to mention, I haven't told him about my problem yet, and I can only imagine his reaction to this whole situation. I don't want to have to deal with all of these problems, so I will just end it all....tonight.
I ran away from home a week ago and no one knows where I am, not even Jungkook. I rented a room far away from my home with the little money I had saved up from my part-time jobs. This is my chance.
I wrote a note for whoever will find me and filled the bath. My bloody razors are lying on the sink and I am standing, waiting for something. Something to help me take the first step. Forwards or backwards I am not sure.
The doorbell starts ringing and it causes you to jump slightly. Who is it?
"(Name)! I know you are in there! Please, open the door!"
Jungkook! How did he find me?!
This is it. It's all you need to make the first step. You couldn't stand to hear his pleas for you to open the door, so you swiftly turn on the water and step inside. The rushing water and your conflicting thoughts filling your head stop you from hearing Jungkook knock the door down.
You lift the blade to your wrist and prepare to end it all, but right at that second Jungkook slams the door open and you freeze in your tracks. You don't dare to look up and slowly bring the blade closer and closer. Jungkook snaps out of his daze and rushes forward, ripping the razor out of you grip. The sudden movement forces your gaze upwards and you find yourself staring directly at his face. He is breathing heavily and his face portrays utter shock and fear. You start to tremble and he takes it as a sign that you are cold. Without hesitation he turns off the water and lifts you out of the bathtub bridal style. On instinct you cling to him, not caring that your wet clothes are soaking his clothing as well. He silently carries you to your temporary bedroom and carefully puts you down. He turns around and you take this as a sing to change. You don't really care about embarrassment the moment and he doesn't turn around. You sit down on the bed and look down, afraid to see the emotions portrayed on his handsome face. Tears start falling down your cheeks, but you don't let any sobs escape your shaking frame. He kneels down in front of you, but you still refuse to look up.
He hooks his index finger under your chin and makes you look at him. You once again see fear, pain, anger and shock. He notices your tears and moves closer to you, kissing them away lightly. His strange behavior catches you off guard, but this is what you wanted. For him to return your feelings. Your broken state does not let you question his actions and you move forward and cling to him, burying your face in his firm chest. His arms rest firmly on your waist and he leaves firm kisses in your hair. You don't care that you may never experience something like this ever again, so you only cling tighter and let your sobs out. He just sits there holding you and kissing you while you let everything out.
You finally calm down, but you are scared of the imminent rejection, so you keep your head down and quickly try to turn to leave the room, but his strong grip on your petite frame prevents you from doing so.
"Look at me, (Name)."
You shake your head.
"(Name)."
You don't listen to him and look forward at the wall past his shoulder. He lowers his head so that his face is directly in front of yours. Your noses are practically touching and his breath is fanning over your lips.
"(Name), please, talk to me. You disappeared from my life for week. I tried calling you, I went to your house, I looked everywhere for you. I was able to find you only because your neighbor had asked you where you were going and you told her more or less in what part of the city. I found you because the landlady recognized your picture. (Name), I almost went completely insane. When I found you about t-to e-end it all, I-I c-couldn't....(Name), I wouldn't be able to live without you. It is killing me that I never noticed the scars on your thighs. I only saw them today because pf your shorts. You never told me about it. It hurts. Lately you have been avoiding me and I wanted to confront you, but you disappeared. (Name), please tell me what's wrong."
"Jungkook, I have been doing this for a while and I didn't want to tell you because I didn't know how you would react to it. I value your opinion too much and I wouldn't be able to bear it if you stopped talking to me, so I decided to leave you myself, before you found out about it. But I realized how terrible life is without you in it, so I decided to do the both of us a favor. That way, I would not feel any pain, and you could live your life without me as a burden."

"(Name)! How could you think that?! I love you so much and your death would be the biggest tragedy in my life!"
"Love is the thing causing me the most pain right now."
"What are you talking about?"
"You just said you love me, but you mean it platonically, while I don't. I care about you more than just a friend. Since we are letting everything out I guess you should know. I also want you to know that today is the last time you see me. "
His eyes widen, but then he moves forward and kisses you passionately on the lips.
"Never."
"W-what?"
"Now that I know you love me too, I won't let you leave me. (Name), stay with me. I promise to protect you. Starting tomorrow, you will be living with me. I won't let you return to that house. My beloved girlfriend deserves better."
"B-But-"
"-no buts, (Name). I am afraid. I trust you, but I can't be sure you won't get such an idea again if they drive you over the edge. So, will you come with me, (Name)?"
"Yes, Jungkook."
"No, call me Oppa."
"Fine...O-Oppa."
A smile appears on his face and he gently kisses your lips, keeping his face close to yours. You run your fingers through his hair and he lets out a satisfied purr. Pretty soon his head is on your lap and eyes are closed, while you are playing with his hair.
Suddenly, he opens his eyes and lifts himself onto his elbows, carefully examining the scars and cuts on your thighs. You move to cover them, but he stops you by holding your hands. He leaves a kiss on the back of your hand to reassure you, then moves to your thighs, lightly brushing his lips over one of the scars.
"I will make sure to make you happy, so that you never do something like this again."
You smile down at him and let go of his hands, wrapping them around his neck and bending down to kiss the back of his head.
"Thank you, Oppa. Saranghae."
He sits up and leaves a loving kiss on your lips.
"Nadul saranghae, (Name)."