Protect Me|JungkookxBTS

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*RAPE WARNING*

"Don't leave yet baby, the fun hasn't even started." Lee jerked Jungkook towards him and pressed their bodies together.

Jungkook was frozen, every muscle in his body tensed as his mind decided whether to fight or fly. The only exit was behind him and he doubted he'd be fast enough to open the door before Lee grabbed him. He could try and fight, push him to the floor and pray he stayed down long enough for him to run. Except Lee was bigger than him, and Jungkook knew he'd only end up taking him down too. Lee laughed, as if he could read Jungkook's thoughts and found the boys crisis amusing. He let go of the maknae's wrist and pushed him into the wall.

"Please don't hurt me," Jungkook begged. Tears starting to fill his eyes as he watched Lee lock the studio door.

Lee smiled and kicked Jungkook's bag across the room. "I would never hurt you kookie, I adore you," he confessed while backing Jungkook against the mirror lined wall.

Jungkook jumped when his back hit the mirrors and his mind went blank. His hyungs were the only thing he could manage to think about, and how they told him to stay home. He should've listened to them, if only he had just listened to them for once. Lee grabbed his chin and forced him to look into his eyes. His gaze flicked downwards and stopped at Jungkook's lips.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to kiss those cherry red lips," Lee whispered and dragged his thumb across Jungkook's bottom lip.

The tears Jungkook had been holding back broke free and he sobbed when Lee's lips connected with his in a kiss. He slammed his fists against Lee's chest and tried to pull away, only to bang his head into the mirror behind him. Lee gripped the back of Jungkook's neck and deepened the kiss. His tongue probed at Jungkook's lips, licking at the seam begging for entrance. Jungkook tried to jerk his head to the side but Lee tightened his grip on his neck. So tight that it made him whimper in pain. Lee took the opportunity and shoved his tongue down Jungkook's throat. He explored his mouth and moved his hand to Jungkook's cheeks, squeezing them together to force his mouth open in a O shape.

Lee pulled away but kept his hold on Jungkook's face. "Look at you-" he turned Jungkook's face side to side and smiled-"such a pretty boy."

Jungkook whimpered and grabbed Lee's wrist. He attempted to pull away his hand but Lee squeezed harder and the pain prompted him to give up. He looked past Lee and stared at the door behind him, praying that someone would walk in and help him. Except he knew nobody would.

Lee followed Jungkook's eyes and laughed deep in his chest while shaking his head. "Oh Jungkook, you're so cute. I locked the door baby boy, so nobody is going to save you."

His laughter ceased and he threw Jungkook to the floor. He had no time to run because Lee was already on top of him, pushing his head to the floor and lifting his hips. A sob ripped through Jungkook's throat and he reached behind him, flailing his arm around in hopes that he would hit something. Lee grabbed his wrist and pinned it to his back. The position strained his muscles and it added to Jungkook's panic as he waited for his shoulder to dislocate.

"Please!" Jungkook cried into the floor, saliva and tears pooling around him. "Don't hurt me!"

Lee laughed over his cries, grabbed Jungkook's sweatpants and boxers, and pulled them down to his knees.

"No! Don't touch me! I'm only a kid!" Jungkook screamed but despite the noise he still managed to hear the familiar sound of a belt being opened. He cried harder and with his free hand he dug his nails into the hardwood flooring.

"Shut the fuck up!" Lee growled and jerked Jungkook's restrained arm.

Jungkook's breath hitched, his shoulder popped, and his screams caught in his throat. The world felt like it was moving in slow motion. His heart was pounding in his ears. His breath was coming out in uneven gasps, and he started to choke on the suppressed screams. His panicking mind suddenly thought of his hyungs and he choked on a violent sob. He imagined them finding him like this, pinned to the floor and exposed to a man, and the images of their disgusted faces were burned into his mind.

The world suddenly sped into fast motion and Jungkook's body jerked forward, a sharp pain traveling down his spine. "No! No! Stop!" He screamed and tried to crawl away but it was no use, Lee's grip on him was iron.

"You're so fucking tight baby," Lee groaned while he forced himself inside.

"It hurts!" Jungkook cried as he clawed at the wooden floor. Soft sobs leaving his lips as Lee slammed into him and unbelievable pain consumed him. White hot and throbbing.

"You fucking like it brat!" Lee shouted and slammed into him relentlessly.

Something wet started to drip down the backs of Jungkook's legs and he shut his eyes, praying to God it was nothing but sweat.

"Fuck, gonna cum," Lee groaned, his thrusts getting deeper and slower.

"Please...no," Jungkook whimpered but he knew it was pointless. Because seconds later Lee had stopped and was releasing inside of him.

Lee sighed in satisfaction as he pulled out, smiling when he saw the mess of fluids leak from Jungkook's body. He collapsed when Lee climbed off of him. His entire body numb from the onslaught of pain, while a dull throb radiated from his shoulder.

"Baby boy," Lee called as he buckled up his belt.

Jungkook looked up from the floor, eyes red and irritated from crying.

Lee smiled and crouched in front of him. "If you ever tell anyone what happened here I'll kill you, and I'll take little Taehyung or Jimin as a replacement." He ruffled Jungkook's hair as if the whole thing was a joke and stood to leave.

Jungkook was losing his grip on consciousness but he heard what Lee said. Every single word. The door clicked shut yet Jungkook didn't bother to check if it was unlocked. All he wanted to do at that moment, was die.

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"Help...please someone help me," Jungkook cried as he lied on the floor. A puddle of his own fluids surrounding him. The pain was still too intense and just the thought of moving made him want to scream. His mind was racing, wondering what he ever did to deserve such a thing. Wondering what his hyungs would think of him if they knew. Wondering how he was going to live with himself now. Because he was used, fucked, thrown away. No one will want to touch him, love him. Because they would find out and realize how pathetic he was to let something like that happen to him.

Fresh tears slipped from Jungkook's eyes as he struggled to stand. His legs were shaking, and there were dark red streaks painting the insides of his thighs. He knew he needed to get home or else someone might come looking for him, and that's the last thing he wanted. He bit his lip to stifle his cries and pulled on his clothing. His pants clung to the blood on his thighs and he cringed at the feeling. He stared at the small drops of blood decorating the floor. They had dried by now and he knew that trying to clean them would only make it worse.

A nosebleed could work as an excuse, he thought and decided to leave it at that. He grabbed his bag, clutched it limply in his hand, and left the studio. Leaving his innocence behind.