Wounded || HopeKook/JungHope ||

Chapter 4

Reminder: Jungkook is 17 here and Hoseok is 22. Namjoon and Hobi are the same age, Namjoon graduated way before him due to him being hella intelligent.

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Hoseok's POV

I sat down and opened the file. The first was basic information, his name, age, blood type and all of that. I turned the page, where the vital information was. I took pictures of the pictures, shouted a bye to Namjoon and Yoongi hyung and went back to my apartment. I made myself some hot chocolate and sat down. 

File: 

Name: Jeon Jungkook

Date of Birth: 1 September, 1997

Age: 17

Blood Type: A

Problem(s) faced: Nightmares, self hatred, self harm

Trauma/Cause: He was raped

I came to halt when i read, everything started making sense to me. Why he looked so worn out? The numerous bandages covering his body. Why he sat miles away from me?Why he was terrified to see me on his doorstep. Obviously he would've been scared, to see a person he didn't know about twice. How could i be so damn stupid? I could've asked the doctor who took care of him. I should probably go apologize, but wouldn't that seem weird? what am i supposed to do?

I decided to go sleep, and think of what to do later on, but my mind obviously did not agree to it. I tried sleeping, but as soon as i closed my eyes, i could see the file. I tossed around in bed, trying to find a comfortable position. I ended up facing the window, with the starry sky at display..I stared at it as my mind replayed some memories, i wished to forget forever. 

(A/N: Grab some tissues)

I had heard it happening multiple times. Every night different men came to our house, my father dragged my mother to a room and forced her in, hurting her if she resisted. Every night instead of hearing my mother singing me a lullaby, i used to hear her scream in pain, and her pleading to stop. Every time i came back from school i smelled drugs and alcohol instead of my mother's baking.

I wanted to tell someone, ask for help from someone, but my father warned me that if i did that then he'll kill my mother. My mother always tried to show she was fine that she secretly wasn't breaking She told me to go to bed earlier thinking that i would not able to hear her suffering; one day i came back home and was met with no arms to fall in. Mom had left. That was also the day my torture started. I was not even 10 at that time. 

With the unexpected departure of my mother, my father was in need of someone who he could use to get money. There was no one else left without me, so he started using me. I still remember the night very well.I was completing my homework, when my father entered my room, i could smell the alcohol on him like always, he dragged me by my hair, and threw me in the room, where my mother suffered. Now it was my turn.

That night, my virginity was forcibly taken away from me. I was used as a sex toy by my father's clients. They forced themselves onto me, hurt me multiple times, threw all around the room like a rag. Whipped me, cuffed me and did every other thing to me. No,that night was not the end. It wasn't the last one, in fact it was just the start. 

I was bullied at school, because people saw the marks the men left on me, they assumed that i was a prostitute or something, no one bothered to know about my real condition. I went to school and got hurt, came home and suffered. That is how life went on for me for three years. I was stuck in a viscious cycle on my own with no escape. 

After three years of living my life in hell, i was finally taken out of it. One of our neighbor's child heard my screams, poor boy must've been terrified, so he went to his parents and told them about this. His parents took immediate action and reported it to the police. The police made a sudden appearance at my house and i was taken to an orphanage. I stayed there for a few months when my adoptive parents adopted me. I am Namjoon's adopted brother. Since then life got a lot better.

I wiped the tears of my cheek. It has been 9 years but i still cannot forget it. I was left  broken after the events took place in my life, and i am still recovering. I don't want Jungkook to turn out like me;I want to help him, because in his situation besides anything else he needs support, someone  to rely on;someone to cover his scars. I want to be that support.I want to be the one to cover up his scars.

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