Protect Me|JungkookxBTS

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Yoongi pov
"Move!" I yelled trying to shove the guys away from Jungkook's door. Once the guys saw I was holding the key they all moved and gave me space to work. My hands were shaking so much that I was struggling to get the key into the fucking hole. Plus Jimin and Taehyung's crying wasn't helping. Finally the door clicked announcing that it was unlocked. Instantly I threw open the door and tumbled into the dark room with the guys behind me. I looked around the room but stopped when I saw a body sized lump on Jungkook's bed. All of us ran up to Jungkook's bed, but stopped when we heard the heart breaking sobs of our maknae. I don't think anybody knew what to do, not even Jin. So it's my time to be the oldest.

Slowly I approached Jungkook's bed and sat down next to him, I couldn't see him since he was under the blankets but I could definitely hear him crying. "Jungkook ah." I cooed before grabbing the blanket and gently pulling it off. Sadness and anger burned my heart when I saw the state Jungkook was in. He looked terrible, his eyes were sunken, his lip was bloody, and tears were streaming down his cheeks. Who did this to my maknae?! Anger immediately swelled inside of me and instead of comforting Jungkook I roughly grabbed his cheeks and forced him to look at me. Jungkook was definitely shocked, his sobbing stopped and instead he stared up at me wide eyed. "Jungkook you better fucking listen to me!" I yelled, staring intently at the maknae. "We love you Jungkook! We don't care what you did or what happened, we just want to make sure our maknae is happy and healthy! So please Jungkook, tell us what's wrong!" By the time I had finished yelling I was crying, and so was everyone else.

The room was silent, except for the quiet sniffles coming from Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung. I released Jungkook's cheeks and climbed off of the bed to stand behind Jin, I hate when people see me cry. "I'm just having a bad day." Jungkook suddenly said, his sunken eyes glaring at us from the bed, "and I expected you guys to understand." He continued. "But instead, you guys made it worse!" Jungkook yelled, his tired eyes seemed to be glaring only at me. Jungkook hurriedly grabbed his phone off of the nightstand and climbed off of the bed. None of us tried to stop him from leaving, instead we all watched. I flinched when the front door slammed shut, telling us Jungkook was gone. I was horrified when Jimin suddenly grabbed my shirt and began to shake me violently. "What is wrong with you! Why did you yell at him!?" Jimin cried, his grip on my shirt tightening by the second. "Jimin let him go!" The members yelled as they all grabbed Jimin and yanked him off of me. Once he was off of me Jimin fell to his knees and sobbed quietly into his small hands. Taehyung instantly crouched down next to Jimin and held him as he cried too. I was confused. Why would Jungkook yell at us? He'd never raise his voice at us. I shook my head, all my thoughts giving me a headache. "I'm going to bed." I mumbled before stomping out of the room and into mine.

Jungkook pov
I furiously wiped at my eyes, why won't these tears fucking stop! I was currently sitting in the corner of the dance studio, rocking back and forth like a psycho with my head buried in my knees. Why would Yoongi hyung yell at me? Probably because he hates me. Before the members had barged into my room, Lee had texted me and told me to meet him at the studio or else he'd hurt Taehyung. I'd never let anything happen to Taehyung, or any of my hyungs. Plus I needed to get out of that house, even if it meant I was going to get raped.

I whimpered when I heard those familiar heavy footsteps approaching me, he's here. My heart stopped when I heard an evil laugh coming from in front of me, he's going to hurt me. I jumped when strong hands suddenly grabbed my ankles and yanked my legs down, leaving me open and vulnerable. "Hello baby boy." Lee whispered, his eyes violating every part of my still sore body. I wanted to scream and call for help but I couldn't, instead silent tears rolled down my cheeks. So pathetic. Lee straddled my waist and forced me to lie down on the cold floor. Please don't. I want my hyungs. Lee was smirking as he yanked my shirt off of my body, his cold hands immediately going to feel up and down my torso. All I could do was lay there, and stare at my reflection in the huge mirrors that lined the walls. I'm disgusting. Lee hissed as he dragged his fingers down my chest, his nails leaving behind angry red lines. "You're so beautiful." He complimented, but it only made me feel more sick. A lump formed in my throat when I felt those cold fingers grab my pants and yank them down to my mid thigh. Leaving me in my boxers, completely open for the taking. I want to fight back. But he'd hurt me even more. "Aww baby, why aren't you hard?" Lee teased as he traced the outline of my limp cock through my underwear. My breath hitched at the feeling, I hate it, but my body has another idea. Lee continued to gently stroke me through my boxers, my cock slowly hardening despite my best efforts to keep it down. At least he was being gently this time. "So beautiful." Lee whispered before grabbing my hair and smashing our lips together. I wanted to gag when I felt his tongue poke my lips, trying to force itself into my mouth. Lee suddenly slammed my head into the ground, a frustrated growl escaping his lips. "Stop resisting you bitch!" Lee shouted, slamming my head down once again. I couldn't help the yelp of pain that jumped out of my lips, which gave Lee the perfect opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth. I gagged as Lee explored every inch of my mouth with his dirty tongue, his nails digging into my scalp as well. I gasped when Lee finally broke the kiss, my lungs aching for oxygen. "Fuck you." Lee hissed into my ear before yanking down my underwear and pants then tossing them to the side. Suddenly my brain realized what was going to happen to me and violent sobs immediately wracked my body. "Please stop!" I cried, my hands going to cover my semi-hard cock. Lee laughed maniacally before grabbing my arms and pinning them above my head. "You're so pathetic Jungkook, you don't even try to fight back, so pathetic!" Lee yelled, spitting on my face in the process. He's right, deep down I know I deserve this.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my tears pooling on the shiny wooden floor. I couldn't move and I couldn't speak. My throat was burning from screaming and from Lee throat fucking me. The pain in my lower body was worse than before, probably because I didn't get time to heal. I wanted to move, I wanted to curl up into a ball and die, but I couldn't. I couldn't even grab my pants that were a few inches away from me. Thankfully Lee was kind enough to put my boxers back on, but sadly they were white and a huge blood stain was probably already forming. I was in so much pain, but I guess I deserve this. I deserve all these bruises, I deserve all these scars. I hate myself, and the hyungs definitely hate me too.