Protect Me|JungkookxBTS

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Jungkook pov
My hand was sweaty and my heart was racing as me and Yoongi walked into the company building. Even though my hand was sweaty Yoongi refused to let go. The innocent action making me even more nervous. "T-thanks for w-walking me hyung." I stuttered, my eyes focused on the elevator that lead to the dance studio. Yoongi scoffed, "I said I'd walk you to the dance studio, we aren't there yet." My stomach dropped at my hyungs statement, I hate him. "O-ok." I replied before taking slow shaky steps towards the elevator. Lee's going to post those pictures. BTS is ruined and it's all my fault. "I'm sorry Yoongi hyung." I mumbled as we stepped into the cramped elevator. Yoongi stared at me with a look of confusion. "Why kookie?" He asked. I wanted to explain and give my hyung a good reason as to why I'm such a fucking mess. But when I opened my mouth to speak nothing came out. Instead tears of frustration and fear clouded my vision until all I could see was Yoongi's blurry face. I gasped when I felt soft hands cup my cheeks and even softer thumbs wipe away my tears. "Jungkook look at me." Yoongi begged, his voice shaky from tears and an obvious lump in his throat. My chest was heaving from heavy sobs as I gazed into my hyungs blurry eyes. I never noticed how warm Yoongi's eyes were, they look and feel like home. "Jungkook I don't care what happened to you, I don't care what happens to BTS, all I care about is you." Yoongi's words sounded so true, so true that it almost hurt. Before I could respond the elevator beeped and the automatic doors slid open. I whimpered when the warmth from Yoongi's hands left me. "Let's go." He mumbled before lacing our fingers together and dragging me towards the dance studio. If only Yoongi knew he was leading me to my doom.

I felt sick as I stared at the ominous door leading to my personal devil. "Do you want me to dance with you?" Yoongi asked, a beautiful hint of innocence in his words. Maybe he doesn't know why we're really here. I was about to respond when a loud thump coming from inside the dance studio caught our attention. Yoongi released my hand and immediately threw the door open, revealing Lee who was pinning Hoseok onto the floor. While Lee was distracted, Hoseok used his years of built up strength and pushed the bigger male off of him. "He's the one that raped Jungkook!" Hoseok yelled before getting tackled by Lee. I felt my legs go limp, the memories of what Lee did to me clouding my mind.

The sandpaper touch of his hands on my hips. The salty taste of his cock as he forced it down my throat. The burning stretch as he shoved his cock into me. The bitter taste of his tongue as it dripped poison into my mouth. So much pain, all from one person.

"Get off of him!" Yoongi's sharp voice knocked me out of my trance. Just in time to see his blunt knuckles connect with Lee's slimy face. I cringed as Lee's large body crashed onto the floor, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Yoongi knocked him out so easily, because he's stronger than I'll ever be. I watched in a daze as Yoongi and Hoseok rushed to my side. Asking me questions that I didn't have the strength to answer. I merely stared at the two men who were fussing about my well-being. They really do love me, apparently. No matter what. One question suddenly caught my attention.

"Where did he hurt you?"

I turned towards the source of the voice and found myself staring into Hoseok's worried eyes. Where did he hurt me? The better question is where didn't he hurt me. He broke me. Shattered me into a million pieces and locked them away in a box. A box I'd never be able to find, forcing me to stay broken. Forever.

"He broke me." I replied flatly, I don't care anymore. My pride is nonexistent. It was stolen along with my innocence. The pained expressions on my hyungs faces felt like knives stabbing at my heart. This pain is worst than any physical pain. They deserve to be happy, not worrying about me. "Jungkook, I'm so sorry." Hoseok implied, as if his pity wasn't obviously written all over his face. I felt something hot swell in my chest, my hands clenching into fists. Anger. Lots of anger that I've been pushing down and now it's about to be released on someone who doesn't deserve it. I should apologize in advance but it's to late.

"Don't fucking pity me." I spat, "don't look at me like I'm a hurt puppy. So what if I was raped. Apparently I did something so terrible that I deserved this! Maybe deep down I'm a fucking sicko that likes this shit! Because apparently I was asking for it! Don't pity me hyung...I don't need your pity."

Hoseok was silent, the only sound coming from Yoongi who was on the phone with someone. "Jungkook I'm not pitying you, I love you, I'm hurting because you are." He spoke, each word calm and serious. A serious tone doesn't belong in Hoseok's voice. He needs to be happy.

I wanted to argue with Hoseok. Yell at him that he's lying about loving me. Argue that no one could love a filthy person like me.  But I didn't have the energy to disagree with my beloved hyung and Yoongi was finally off the phone. "Come on we're taking you home." Yoongi declared, his bruised hand immediately holding onto mine. I let myself be lead down the hall towards that cramped elevator. My eyes widened in shock when the elevator beeped and two policemen stepped out of it. Instantly I coward behind Hoseok, his strong hand grabbing my free one and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Where is he?" One of the cops asked, he was tall and reminded me of Lee. Everything reminds me of Lee.

"He's in there." Yoongi spoke as he pointed at the dance studio with an unconscious Lee still lying on the floor. The cops nodded before storming over to the room and handcuffing Lee's wrists together. I kept my eyes glued to Lee as Yoongi and Hoseok pulled me into the elevator. Even though he was restrained it still felt like he would wake up any moment and kill me. He said he'd kill me if I told anyone. How did Hoseok even find out?

"Hey, kookie, it's over. He's going to jail." Yoongi reassured, giving my hand a squeeze. I refused to look at my hyungs, my eyes focused on the shiny metal of the elevator doors.

"It's never over."