Stolen By Him ||Jungkook||

Chapter 4

Jae Eun sat quietly under the benches in the sports hall. It was her only place of slight saftey and comfort in school. Nobody really looked underneath and just sat on top. She crouched and hugged her bag, making it her pillow.

She heard footsteps in the sports hall. Someone was coming, and all the chatting had stopped.

Jae Eun was sure it was...

"Our slave! Come out, come out wherever you are!" she heard some people laugh, whilst hearing the footsteps come closer. 

"You need a punishment for disrespecting me earlier!" Jungkook's voice rung in her ears. She felt tears swelling up in her eyes, but didn't let them fall. 

She hugged her knees tighter, without breathing heavily, trying not making it obvious where she was.

"Everyone out!" A deep voice shouted. Rap Monster

She heard footsteps become distant. Then it was silent. She was alone with them, all 7 of them, for sure.

Jae Eun didn't hear them move.

"We're giving you 10 seconds to come out, or we'll drag you out!" V's voice was echoing in the hall.

She couldn't control the tears anymore. They streamed down her cheeks. She was sobbing quietly, not caring whether they heard or not. 

Their loud footsteps became closer to the benches.

"Is that a slave I hear crying?" a joyful voice filled her ears. J-Hope

Jae Eun started shaking, trying to hold in her sobs. She tensed up and their shadows travelled to the other side, under the benches.

They found me...

BTS stood there with smirks on their faces. They slowly approached her, Jungkook taking the lead. Jae Eun started backing up, but Jungkook trapped her in between his arms.

He pouted at her smug looking face. She continued crying, just letting the tears roll down her face.

"Is my little baby crying? Aww...I think you need to be disciplined.." his pout quickly turned into a smirk. The others chuckled and sniggered.

Jungkook grabbed her by the collar and dragged her out. She knew what was going to happen. They slammed her onto the hard, gym floor. She landed with a thud and her head hit hard onto the floor.

She yelped in pain, but felt kicks attacking her body. It was hurting everywhere. Her back was probably bruised. She was crying loudly, a sign that she wanted help. But no one came to her rescue. 

There were punches being thrown at her, on her stomach, legs, everywhere. She felt numb all over, but when she thought it was all over, Jungkook grabbed her collar again and slammed her head down on the floor.

She would've have been knocked out, but her body refused. She was so used to all this, her body refused to pass out. 

Her head was bleeding, she felt the warm liquid trail down to her neck.

"This...should be a lesson for you..." he said whispering in her ear. They all left without another word, leaving her near to death on the floor.

Jae Eun just stayed there for a while, but gathered enough strength to pick herself up. She took her bag, and ran off into the bathroom.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and saw bruises covering her face, and blood on her neck. She slowly took her napkin from her bag and dampened it, wiping off the blood. 

She kept it on her head to stop the bleeding, and in the end, it was drenched in blood. Her head hurt so much, and her hair was sticky.

Jae Eun took a seat in the cubical and sobbed.

Why me? Out of everyone, why me? What have I done so wrong in life?

She questioned everything about herself, contemplating her life. She was hurting all over and she felt weak. 

Slowly taking her bag, Jae Eun pulled out a familiar weapon she used against herself. Her blade. If anything were to hurt her, she wouldn't feel anything.

She slowly drew the blade across her arm, once, twice, and over again. 

Blood trailed down her arm, but she didn't feel anything. The pain in her heart was nothing compared to the pain she had physically.

So she decided to do something completley out of mind. 

Ruin herself. 

Jae Eun was fed up. She drew the blade across her arms, legs, stomach, and even her face. Blood was dripping everywhere. Tears were pink because they were mixed with blood.

She cried there, for a long time. She didn't know what else to do, but knew that this wasn't the best option. Her mind told her one thing: deal with it, and her heart told her another: end your life.

Minutes felt like years and hours felt like centuries. She heard the school bell go off several times, but she stayed where she was. 

As soon as she heard the last bell, she raced out of the school, making sure BTS weren't around, and rushed home.

She jumped onto her bed, covering herself with her blanket. 

Please...someone...help...