Protect Me|JungkookxBTS

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Yoongi pov
Jungkook was limp and pliant as we dragged him into the silent dorm. Hoseok helping me to guide Jungkook into his room. Jungkook had stopped crying a while ago, opting for a blank stare. I'd rather him cry, who knows what he's thinking.

Carefully we maneuvered Jungkook onto his bed, Hoseok gently pushing his chest to lie him down. Me and Hoseok stared at the maknae, his eyes open as he stared blankly at the ceiling. "We're going to leave, okay kookie?" I mumbled, me and Hoseok exchanging worried glances. Jungkook was silent, his hair resting on the pillow like a halo. He is an angel, our angel.

Hoseok gently tugged at my sleeve, urging me to leave Jungkook alone. Hesitantly we turned to leave but stopped when we heard a whimper. I turned around and was met with Jungkook's pleading doe eyes. "Please stay." He whispered, hot tears already brimming in his eyes. Without hesitation Hoseok crawled into the bed, spooning Jungkook's shaky body. I stared at the spot in front of Jungkook, I shouldn't, but I did. Carefully I climbed into the bed and snuggled into Jungkook's chest. The maknae was tense before slowly relaxing. My breath hitched as Jungkook's arms tightened around me. Even when he's broken he still manages to make me feel safe.
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"Should we wake them up?"
"No let them sleep, Jungkook hasn't slept at all since the incident."

I cracked my eyes open and glared at the backs of Jimin and Namjoon as they left the bedroom. Quietly they closed the bedroom door, leaving me, Hoseok, and Jungkook alone. I glanced behind me and was shocked to see that Jungkook was indeed sleeping. Except His eyebrows were furrowed and his hands were fisting the material of my shirt. He's probably having a nightmare. I debated if I should wake Jungkook up or let him sleep. He's probably exhausted but he's probably terrified as well.

"H-hyung."

I turned my head and frowned when I was met with Jungkook's watery eyes. Jungkook released his hold on my shirt, allowing me to turn around in his arms. "Are you okay kookie?" I asked as I studied Jungkook's face for any signs of discomfort. Jungkook shook his head, causing some of his tears to fall onto the pillow. I sighed and hesitated before wiping away Jungkook's tears with my thumb. Surprisingly Jungkook didn't flinch. Ever since we had Jungkook's rapist arrested it was like he went numb.

"What were you dreaming about?" I asked, staring at Jungkook intently while listening to the faint sounds of Hobi's snoring. Jungkook's eyes fell and his arms tightened around me. "Nothing." He mumbled. I decided not to pry and instead buried myself deeper into Jungkook's embrace.

I know I'm supposed to be the hyung but I've missed Jungkook, so much.

"Hyung?"

"Yes kookie." I whispered, enjoying the warmth coming from both Hoseok and Jungkook. "What did you mean when you said that you love me?" Jungkook's voice was flat, void of all emotions. This time it was me becoming uncomfortable, I really wish he forgot I said that. "I-I love you like a brother." I lied. With the current state Jungkook is in, is not the right time to start confessing. Jungkook replied with a simple hum before relaxing into sleep.
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Jungkook pov
"Hyungs?" I mumbled as I sat up in my empty bed. Sleep still clouding my mind and making my vision blurry. Weren't Hoseok and Yoongi hyung in my bed with me and wasn't it morning? I was beyond confused as I stared at my dark room, how long was I asleep? "Yoongi hyung!" I yelled, panic and fear quickly settling into my stomach. I tried to climb out of bed but my arms and legs felt like they were made of stone. I can't move and I'm alone, wonderful. "Jungkook ah." A eerily calm voice whispered. I flung my head around to the direction of the voice, but no one was there. "Jungkook." The voice spoke again, I turned around and was met with Yoongi's eyes. He was sitting on the bed and his hands were resting on my thighs.

"Y-Yoongi hyung what time is it?" I stuttered, the contact on my thighs making me uncomfortable. Yoongi didn't answer, instead he started to lean in closer. His body weight forcing me onto my back. "Y-Yoongi." I whimpered, my hyung now straddling me. I wanted him to get off, I wanted to push him off and run. But my arms stayed glued to my sides. Yoongi leaned down and brushed his lips against the shell of my ear. The action triggering tears and terrible memories. "H-Hyung please stop." I whispered. Yoongi ignored me and continued to kiss the sensitive skin under my ear. "Shh Jungkook." Yoongi cooed as he placed kisses all over my neck. "I'm going to make you forget all about Lee."

My eyes flew open and I quickly sat up, gasping for breath as if someone was drowning me. I jumped when I felt hands on me. "Don't touch me!" I screamed and jerked away from the contact. "Jungkook it's us." A familiar voice spoke but I couldn't focus. Yoongi was touching me in my nightmare, and the worst part, was that I liked it. "Jungkook?" That voice, that tone, it's the same one from my nightmare.

I looked to my side and stared at Yoongi's face through my tears. "Get out of my room!" I cried before pulling my knees against my chest and burying my face in them. I felt the bed shift followed by the sound of a door closing. I looked up and was met with a lonely room and a empty bed. Sobs spilled from my lips as I relived the nightmare over and over again. Why would I even dream about that? I hate sex, it's terrible and painful. I don't even like Yoongi like that. I'm so fucked up.

(Sorry this was kind of a filler chapter. But Jungkook's dream was a hint of what's to come ;)