Happy // j.hs

t w e n t y - o n e

18+ *** sorry for all the yoonseok shippers, i promise their time will come (maybe ;) ) xx

Two cups of hot tea are set down on the side table as Yoongi joins me in his bed.

I curl up into him, sensing more tears fighting to be released from my eyes. He hands me my tea and I sip it slowly, hoping the warm honey taste will soothe my mind.

"Hoseok what happened?" A now composed Yoongi asks me. I gulp a big mouthful of tea, avoiding Yoongi's question. I can't let this control me, my past can't come back, it can't haunt me again. I shake my head furiously as I pass the tea back to him. He sighs, taking back the hot cup.

"Can you at least tell me if you're hurt or not?" He asks. I sit in silence, the memory of the car flashing across my eyes. I once again shake my head. Yoongi leans over the bed, switching the lamp off. He kisses me on the cheek, letting his rosy lips linger. I look into his eyes and see something familiar. The same longing that Taehyung had. But this, this feels real, this feels right.

"I'm sorry, I just can't tell you tonight" I sniff. He presses his body against mine, letting his soft skin rub against mine.

"I just want you to feel safe Hoseok. I want you to feel safe" He whispers as I close my eyes shut.

"I'll never be safe" I whisper into the pillow, chilling reminders of my struggles and hardships.

"It'll never be okay"

--

"Hoseok, come here" A drunk Taehyung slurs through the bathroom door at me. I'm in the shower, hunched down on the floor letting the steaming hot water patter against my back. The door is opened roughly and he stands at the entrance of the shower, eyeing me up and down.

"The fuck are you doing babe" He slurs once more, undressing himself while he does so. When he's fully unclothed he walks in, bending down and straightening my legs out and placing himself between them.

"I want you now" He slurs, grabbing a hold of my hair, yanking my head up to face his eyes. I wince in pain, numb all over, waiting what will happen next. He smirks as he runs his fingers down to member grabbing onto me with force.

"You like that?" He whispers into my lips, earning another wince from me. As he continues to stroke me expecting me to let out a few moans but instead he gets nothing. He bites harshly down on my lip and I moan out in pain.

"That's more like it" He groans as he starts to grind up against me. Before I know it he has me pinned on the shower floor, aggressively fingering me while leaving bruise all over my neck and chest with his mouth. I struggle underneath him, done with what he inflicts on me nearly everyday.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asks as he continues to probe me, his free hand wrapping around my throat. I feel my face turning hot as the oxygen is being sucked from my body.

"Are you going to stop?" He asks, my response nodding with what energy I have left. He releases his grip earning ragged breathing and gasps for air. He replaces his finger for his own throbbing member, filling me up. I start to cry, both in pain and fear. The adrenaline races through my body as I break my arm free of his hand, slapping him face hard, shoving him into the other side of the shower with my legs. He groans in pain as his back collides with the tiled walls, holding his cheek while he struggles to get back up. I stand up too quickly to escape, slipping on the wet floor, my body tumbling to the ground. I struggle across the damp floor to the door when his hands grip my hair, pulling me adjacent to the floor. He screams and yells curses into my face as he beats my body, the only sound being that of skin hitting skin with force. He finishes the beating with a rough slap across my mouth, my teeth grazing my lips and I taste blood.

"Fucking trash" He spits as me as he throws me further into the floor. My body starts shaking as I cry. 

"Hoseok"

"Hoseok!"

"Wake up!" 

--

I wake up in a cold sweat to Yoongi shaking me from the memory of my past. He pulls me into his lap, cradling me into his chest as I sob quietly.

"Hoseok you're scaring me" He whispers as he places kisses on my damp hair.

"I-I'm sorry" I sniffle as he rubs my back for comfort.

"Don't be sorry, you just need to tell me what's going on so I can help you" He says softly into my racing had.

I pull away from the embrace, wiping my swollen eyes. 

"I-If I tell you.. Y-You promise you won't tell anybody...." I finally give in, shaking as I do so.

"Hoseok, I promise. Now tell me, why are you so hurt like this?" Yoongi starts to tear up.

As I turn to face him cross legged on the bed, I start from the beginning, the beginning of my life which I want to escape from so badly.