Destiny {taehyung ff}

•Pain

Jungkook looked at me blankly so I did.
"Jungkook what are you doing here? Are you even a student?" I asked focused on his face.
"No I'm not I was just curious what you do in your free time and it's pretty fun tho"
Curious? About me? Why should he be that?
"Since when do you care about me?" I was cold. He stood up and turned his painting to me. It was me. He painted me. And it was beautiful. Not like me. I wasn't beautiful like this painting. But I still recognized that this was me. In a younger version. 

"Pretty isn't it. The little innocent Nozomi. Untouched and happy" he smirked.
My eyes widened. I remembered the time but how did he know about-
Tears started filling my eyes my version got more and more blurry.

"How do you know-"
"Shhhh I can know everything when I want to. I'm sure it was painful. To be raped by her own father. And when this isn't good enough it was twice."
I collapsed holding my ears shut. I cried. Hard. Everything came back, as if it was yesterday. It was like in the nightmares I had.
I was weak after all.
"STOP PLEASE!" I begged him to stop talking although he already had, his voice was still in my head. Why did he do that? Why did he want to hurt me so bad?

"I think this is enough right princess? I'll leave you alone. Don't forget to take my gift with you~"
He left. I was still sitting on the floor choking on my sobs. My eyes were red from the tears and my mind was blank.
Taehyung made me forget about everything when we were young. He made me smile again. He was always so sweet. He was innocent and cute. I was dirty and disgusting. I still am. I suddenly felt guilty. I was sorry for Taehyung that he slept with such a disgusting girl like me without knowing.

I stood up and left. It was still raining but I didn't care. I wanted to go home. I left my portfolio there just like the painting Jungkook did. 'This Bastard, I hate him' I thought.
It was almost 1am how time flies. The streets were empty and the streetlights weak. Just like me. I was soaked again and cold. I was shaking and my lips were already blue.

"I have to hurry."
I hurried a few steps but collapsed because i was to weak and cold.
"Shit" I thought. After all I was alone. Jungkook was right. What a poor child. And yes it was painful. "You don't know how painful it was Jungkook"

I sat on the floor crying again. I was disgusting. I was weak. I was ashamed of myself. I don't deserve Taehyung. I hated myself. I hated my father.

Suddenly I felt something warm hugging me.
It was Jin. Not Taehyung. But I was pretty glad about that. Jin helped me up and placed me on his back. I was too weak to say anything I just fell asleep with my face on his shoulder.

Thank you Jin.