Protect Me|JungkookxBTS

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Jungkook pov
I used my hands to cover my privates as Lee lead me to the bedroom door, he wouldn't let me put clothes on and I can't believe I'm about to walk out of here naked. I don't know what's worse, the pain, fear, or humiliation. Lee grabbed my shoulder with one hand and shoved the gun into the back of my head with the other. The cold press of the metal a constant reminder that I'm probably going to die.

"Remember, if you struggle or talk I won't hesitate to kill you and take one of your precious band-mates as a replacement." Lee threatened, I'd never let him hurt my hyungs. My hyungs might not care about me but I love them, and I'll protect them at all costs. Even if that means I'll suffer.

Lee reached forward and opened the door, the sound of lighthearted chatter and laughter immediately filling my ears. They didn't even think of checking on me. I squeezed my eyes shut in a poor attempt of masking my tears but it only made it worse. The tears dripped down my cheeks and the burning lump in my throat made it almost impossible to breathe. "Move." Lee demanded by digging the gun into my scalp. This is it.

My feet were heavy with every step down that cold hallway, my feet numb to the wooden floors underneath. My entire body was numb except for the burning touch of Lee's hand and the cold ache of the gun. All I know is pain. I couldn't look up as I stepped into the light of the main room, the laughter and chatter immediately dying. The stares from my band-mates burned my skin, leaving behind scars that'll never fade, just another thing to add to my already disgusting body.

"Let him go." Namjoon demanded, followed by the sound of footsteps. Please don't come closer, he'll kill me. I whimpered when the gun dug further into my skull, definitely leaving behind a bruise. "I wouldn't come any closer, unless you want to clean up a body." Lee chuckled and squeezed my shoulder, reminding me of my inescapable death.

Everyone was silent, the only sounds coming from my pounding heart and the quiet cries that would escape my lips. My hyungs are lucky Lee is taking me away, I'm nothing but a burden in their happy lives.

"Please...we'll do anything. Just let him go." Jin pleaded and the way his voice wavered made me sick. Jin is known to be strong and collective, someone to rely on in stressful situations, but now he's the opposite. Because of me.

Lee laughed, he fucking laughed as if that was the funniest thing he's ever heard. "Let him go you sick fuck!" Yoongi finally yelled. Lee's laughter stopped and his hand on my shoulder was replaced with an arm wrapped around my neck. Forcing my naked body against his, his clothed dick pressing between my butt.

I couldn't help the sob that ripped through my throat as Lee dug the gun into neck, the pressure making it hard to breathe. Suddenly I preferred the gun bruising my head. I looked up through my tears and studied my hyung's faces. Each of them twisted in a combination of fear, anger, and sadness. I couldn't look at them in the eyes, I couldn't look at them at all. It hurt too much.

"I won't hesitate to shoot him! He's mine and you guys can't protect him!" Lee shouted, his words ringing in my ears. He's not wrong, my hyungs can't protect me.

I gasped and reached for Lee's arm when he suddenly moved towards the front door, my heavy feet tripping over themselves. I tried to cover myself but Lee's arm kept tightening and my throat is more important than my dick. I grabbed at Lee's arm and gagged as he simultaneously dug the gun into my neck and tightened his hold. Is this how I die? Naked and on display for all my band-mates to see. I'd rather be shot than strangled, the gun makes it quick and painless.

"Stop! Please stop!" Jimin cried, "he can't breathe!" Taehyung also screamed. Their screaming and pleas only made Lee tightened his grip around my delicate neck. Rapidly my vision started to darken while my limbs went limp and jelly-like. I don't want to die.

My heels dragged on the floor as Lee stepped towards the front door, oxygen slowly dripping back into my lungs. My hyungs were screaming and crying as Lee threw open the door and dragged me into the main hallway. All my energy was drained so I let it happen, my body pliant and submissive in his arms. Lee started to drag me down the hallway, away from my hyungs, away from what little protection I had.

"Jungkook!" Hoseok screamed as he stumbled out of the doorway, his blurry figure quickly shrinking as Lee dragged me away. I wanted to call out for him, run to him and hide in his arms, but I couldn't. Because I've given up.

I was scared and confused when the cold afternoon air hit my bare skin. I examined my surroundings and realized we were behind the building, in an alleyway, where a black car was waiting. Lee shoved me into the backseat and pulled out some rope, quickly tying my hands and feet together. I hissed as the ropes dug into my skin, the slightest movement making the pain worse. My eyes widened when Lee forced a leather mask over my eyes and fastened the straps so tight that it hurt. Everything hurts.

"You're such a good boy, I'm so proud of you for following directions because I really didn't want to kill you. When we get home I'll reward you." Lee said before slamming the door shut and starting the car. I don't want to go home with him, I don't want his reward. I want my hyungs or I want to die.

(Only a couple chapters left until the end *sobs* I've gotten really attached to this book 😂but don't worry.............there's going to be a sequel👅)