Protect Me|JungkookxBTS

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Jimin pov
Me and Tae were speechless. I thought I misheard what Jungkook said but he said it loud and clear. Jungkook was raped. His innocence was stolen from him, taken by force. His body was molested and groped. Vivid images of Jungkook's naked body suddenly swirled in my head. That's why he got mad when I saw him naked. Jungkook's privacy was invaded and I did it to him earlier.

Jungkook shifted in his seat, his face twisting in pain with every movement. How long has this been going on? Was he raped today? He's probably in pain, so much pain. "Who did this to you?" Taehyung suddenly asked which startled me and Jungkook. Jungkook stared at the floor, the question obviously bothering him. Hesitantly I rested my hand on Jungkook's shoulder, trying to comfort him but it did the opposite. Jungkook jumped at the touch, a small whimper also escaping his lips. "sorry." I quickly apologized. The atmosphere instantly became awkward with silence. Jungkook's hands shaking in his lap the only movement. "Jungkook please tell us who did this to you." I begged, my eyes burning from tears. Jungkook shook his head, heart wrenching sobs spilling from his lips. "I-I..I can't." He sobbed quietly. I hate this. I can't stand to see him cry. I was about to speak but was cut off when Jin suddenly burst into the room. Jin's steps were heavy as he stormed up to us, his face void of any emotion. "Jin hyung?" I asked hesitantly as he crouched down in front of Jungkook. Jungkook's eyes were wide as he stared at Jin. What's happening?

"Why didn't you tell us?" Jin asked, his eyes boring holes into Jungkook's delicate soul. "Why didn't you tell us Jungkook!?" Jin asked again, his voice raising slightly. "Jin hyung please don't yell." I mumbled because I could tell it was bothering Jungkook. Jin glared at me before returning his focus to the crying maknae. "Go to your room Jungkook, we'll discuss this tomorrow." Jin stated before standing up and storming out of the room. Me and Taehyung were in shock but Jungkook didn't waste any time and quickly sprinted into his bedroom. The sound of Jungkook's heavy sobs coming from his bedroom was enough to make me and Taehyung burst into tears. Why did this happen to him?

Jungkook pov
Jin hates me.
Jimin hates me.
Taehyung hates me.
Hoseok hates me.
Yoongi hates me.
Namjoon hates me.
Everyone hates me. I'm disgusting. I want to die. I should leave BTS. I don't want to make things awkward for the guys. I'm just a burden now. Lee is right, I'm useless.

I was lying on my bed motionless when I heard yelling coming from outside my door. It sounds like Hoseok and Jin. Hesitantly I climbed off of my bed and sat down in front of my door, so I could hear what they were saying. "Why are you mad at him!?" Hoseok yelled. "Because he didn't tell us!" Jin responded. "He was raped Jin! He's probably terrified!" Hoseok shouted, his voice sounded like he was crying. I felt sick the longer I listened to my hyungs arguing. Jin probably hates me. Everyone hates me. I hate myself too.

It was late when my phone suddenly lit up and started vibrating on my nightstand. It's probably Lee. He's the only person that would call me at 3:30 in the morning. Tears started to fill my eyes as my phone continued to vibrate. He won't stop calling. Slowly I sat up and grabbed my vibrating phone, a random number blinking on the screen. I recognized the number from the last time Lee called me. My hands were shaking as I watched the number blink repeatedly on the screen. Should I answer it? What do I got to lose? Everyone hates me, at least I know Lee loves my body.

"Hello?" I whispered. "Why didn't you fucking answer?!" Lee shouted through the speaker. I flinched at the loud tone, I don't like yelling. "I w-was asleep." I mumbled, why am I even talking to him? Lee laughed as if I was a stupid kid, I guess I am. "You liar, I know you can't sleep." He taunted, "Don't ever lie to me." I felt small, Lee's dominant tone making me feel worthless. "O-ok." I whimpered, why am I such a loser? "Get your faggot ass to the dance studio, I want to fuck you against the mirrors." Lee hissed, his voice laced with lust. My stomach lurched, the burning feeling of stomach acid collecting in my throat. The thought of Lee touching me again made me want to vomit. I could practically feel his fingers digging into my hips. The bruises on my body suddenly aching. "Now you whore, or I'll leak these pretty photos of you." Lee taunted, followed by my phone vibrating multiple times. Hesitantly I hung up the call and checked my messages. My heart stopped and my eyes filled with tears when I saw the many photos of my disgusting naked body. Each photo capturing my face, my manhood, and the many bruises and hickeys. I jumped when my phone vibrated, signifying that I had a text. I scrolled down and whimpered when I saw Lee's text. 'You have 10 minutes before I post the photos.' What should I do?! I started to hyperventilate as I rocked back and forth on my bed. He's going to rape me again but is it rape if I go there? Maybe deep down I want this. No! I don't want this! I hate this, so much, but if I don't go I'll ruin BTS's reputation. I can't do that to the guys. They don't deserve this, I do.

Quietly I opened my bedroom door and peered down the dark hallway. Everything was quiet, thank god. Carefully I tip toed down the dark hallway, my steps shaky from lack of food and fear. "What are you doing?" A gravely voice asked from behind me. I froze, I feel like throwing up again. "Jungkook what are you doing?" That same gravely voice asked, which I recognized as Yoongi. Great, the hyung that hates me the most. "I'm going to the dance studio." I whispered, refusing to face Yoongi. I jumped when I felt arms wrap around my waist. The innocent action still making me feel uncomfortable. An embarrassing whimper escaped my lips when I felt Yoongi's head rest against my back. His small body against mine actually made me feel kind of happy, but I still couldn't shake the fear eating away at me. "Please don't run away Jungkook, just go back to bed." Yoongi whispered, his arms tightening around my bruised waist. Silent tears slipped down my cheeks, my hyungs touch making me feel uncomfortable. "P-please let me go h-hyung." I whimpered, my hands shaking uncontrollably at my sides. I only have a couple more minutes until Lee posts the pictures. My breath hitched when Yoongi suddenly spun me around and pulled me into a hug His arms remind me of Lee's, he's hurting my bruises. "I love you kookie, please don't leave me." Yoongi whispered, his breath hot against my body. Is Yoongi being serious? Does he actually love me, as in love love? How could anyone love someone filthy like me? "Go back to bed hyung." I mumbled, my words strained from the lump forming in my throat. He doesn't love me, he's just pitying me. I was shocked when Yoongi suddenly grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look at him. His hard gaze softening once he saw my pathetic face. "I'll walk you to the dance studio, ok?" Yoongi pleaded. I wanted to say no but my head nodded unconsciously. Yoongi smiled before lacing our fingers together and walked towards the front door. He's just messing with me. He wants to embarrass me. I'm fucked, literally and figuratively.

(I'm so sorry for not updating, also sorry if this chapter sucks ass. I've had terrible writers block for some reason. I hope you guys still enjoyed this chapter. I'm also trying to update my other books. Fighting!)