Protect Me|JungkookxBTS

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Jimin pov
After the incident between Taehyung and Jungkook, the maknae seemed even more nervous around us. He avoided all contact with us, even when our shoulders brushed he got nervous. On the brightside Jungkook has been spending more time outside of his room. The only reason he spends time in the living room is so he can watch the news on the TV. I asked him why that's all he watches now and he ignored me. I guess I'll never know.

The members yelled 'bye' as they left the dorm to go eat, promising to bring back leftovers. Not. It was my turn to watch Jungkook, or protect him, so that's why I'm staying home. Manager-nim said it'd be best if someone stayed with Jungkook at all times, instead of him being alone and having a chance to do something bad.

I was scrolling through Netflix when I heard a door open and close. I turned around and smiled when I saw Jungkook's thin frame walk into the living room. I noticed how skinny and pale Jungkook was, he needs to eat more and go outside. Jungkook froze when he saw me, "I thought you went with the guys?" He mumbled. "I decided to stay." I responded. I didn't want Jungkook to know that he's not allowed to be alone, it would definitely upset him. Jungkook looked at me skeptically but shrugged and turned around to leave. "Wait Jungkook, do you want to watch a movie with me?" I asked wearily, he's definitely going to say no. Jungkook stopped, his entire body tensing slightly. "S-sure." Jungkook muttered before turning around and sitting on the couch. As far away from me as possible, which did hurt my feelings. I was shocked Jungkook actually said yes, maybe he's getting better and trusting us more. I tried not to seem nervous as I searched for a movie. I wanted to find something Jungkook would enjoy. I smiled when I scrolled past Iron Man, Jungkook loves this movie. Instantly I clicked on the movie and cuddled with the Kumamon blanket we had on the couch. Normally I would cuddle with Jungkook, but I can't do that anymore.

Half way through the movie I heard mumbling. I turned towards Jungkook to see if he was okay and saw that he was asleep. I sighed, that's all he's been doing lately. That and crying. I was going to ignore him and continue watching the movie but something Jungkook mumbled caught my attention. It sounded like my name. "Jungkook are you okay?" I whispered, maybe he was half asleep. Jungkook groaned, his eyebrows knitting together and his lips slightly parted, ragged breaths slipping past them. What if he's having a nightmare, like what happened with him and Taehyung. Slowly I moved closer to the maknae and examined his features. His fringe was starting to stick to his forehead from sweat and his hands were clutched in fists. He's definitely having a nightmare. Hesitantly I nudged Jungkook's arm, hoping that would wake him up without scaring him. Jungkook groaned at my touch and his teeth bit into his plump bottom lip. I gulped at the sight, aish I shouldn't be thinking such things about Jungkook. He's been violated and is probably having a dream about his attacker right now!

"T-touch..me J-Jimin." Jungkook whispered, his voice light and airy. He doesn't sound terrified at all and what did he just say! "What the fuck." I whispered, the atmosphere in the room suddenly tense. I was frozen in shock, the heat radiating off of Jungkook suddenly becoming intense. Jungkook suddenly gasped and threw his head back, the unmistakable sound of a moan catching in his throat. "Oh my god." I whispered as I slowly backed away from the hot and bothered maknae. I didn't even know Jungkook could have these dreams after the attack, especially about me! I was about to leave but stopped when I noticed Jungkook's full blown charcoal eyes staring at me. I froze, like a deer in the headlights.

"J-Jungkook?" I don't know why I'm so scared, it's not like he would hurt me. Jungkook was silent but he kept his intense stare. He must be sleep walking, or sleep staring. My breathing quickened as Jungkook slowly sat up, his eyes focused on mine in a heated staring contest. "Jungkook wake up." I demanded as his larger frame backed me into the couch. I hate being small. Jungkook was hovering over me, his arms on either sides of my head and his knees straddling my hips.

I've always had fantasies about me and Jungkook in this position, doing dirty things to each other. But that was before he was raped and mentally scarred for life!

"Jungkook get off!" I growled, using my deep tone that I'd never use for the maknae. Jungkook was unfazed by my tone and slowly leaned down. His lips brushed against my neck, sending shivers down my spine and heat towards my crotch. This is not happening! "H-hyung..h-help m-me." Jungkook gasped against my skin, his voice suddenly going shaky. My breath was knocked out of me when Jungkook suddenly collapsed on top of me. The younger was still heavy even though he hasn't been eating or exercising. I just lied there, Jungkook's boner poking my thigh and his face buried in my neck. What the fuck just happened?