Cause of Death: (BTS & Zombie AU)

Cause of Death: Dresses

OKaaaay so I was looking for a dark green dress cause one is in this chapter, but all the models were Caucasian and I wanted some desi skin under that dress. So, I added the word Indian to my search expecting Indian models or something. Instead, Google showed me a whole bunch of gorgeous Indian clothes and I just want to take a moment to appreciate how beautiful this style of clothing is. If you're curious, look up "Indian lehenga" after you read.

If you're still in the mood.....

I'm putting a trigger warning on this chapter because there is some semi-graphic stuff below. If you aren't easily triggered then read on, at your own risk. I won't tell you what because spoilers, but this has been mentioned in my description on this book from the beginning. So, if you're concerned, go back and look.
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I slowly turn around in front of the mirror checking myself out at every angle while trying not to fall off the bed. I'm currently standing on it because otherwise, I can only see the upper half of my torso in the mirror due to my height, or lack thereof. It's a cute, simple dress that flowed nicely and just so happened to be my favorite shade of green. It caught my eye when we went "shopping". I stuffed it in my "feminine essentials" bag on my way back from the gun store (A/N: I don't know about you guys, but I thoroughly appreciate this sentence). It's been a few days since then and I'm doing my best to hold myself together with everything that's happened. No one has tried contacting their family since they heard about my sister, no one has the guts.

I pick up a section of the skirt of the dress and inspect the muted floral pattern. I'm not usually one to wear dresses, but at this point, I just need anything to get my mind off my family. And I'd be lying if I said it had nothing to do with the seven guys I currently have as roommates.

Everyone greets me when I come downstairs for breakfast. Seokjin's been up early preparing it and we thank him before digging in.

"Hey, I can make lunch so you can have a break, Jin hyu- Oppa" I close my eyes as I'm greeted with the chuckles of the members.

"It's fine I already made sandwiches for everyone this morning so we are good for lunch," Jimin points out.

"Then let me make dinner, I know a good pasta recipe." Everyone murmurs in agreement and we head to our usual activities.

"Jungkook remember to bring over the alcohol to the other apartment," Jin says sternly "You've forgotten for the past three nights

I settle on the couch with Namjoon, and we continue our book. It's a Thriller Mystery with a serial killer in it, and it's one of the few fiction books the owner had in his office.

"Right there! How is that not proof that killer is his best friend?" I say vigorously pointing at the page.

"I'm sorry Danielle, but the best friend is the obvious answer. The author is using her as a ploy. Subtle hints have been pointing to the chief inspector the whole time."

"BUT THE CHIEF INSPECTOR IS THE MAIN CHARACTER WE'VE BEEN IN HIS POINT OF VIEW FOR THE ENTIRE BOOK."

Tae comes over after hearing our civil disagreement and offers to host a bet with the loser having to sleep on the floor for a week.

"Oh, so me sleeping on the couch is a crime against humanity, but the floor is completely acceptable."

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Taehyung says with a straight face until we all burst out laughing. By the end I'm crying, Namjoon is clutching his stomach, and Taehyung is rolling around on the floor.

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I hum and dance to a random song while stirring trying my hardest to keep the pasta in the pot and not on the floor. I set out eight dishes filled to the brim with pasta. I feel a bit giddy as the compliments rain down when everyone starts eating. "I'll bring the leftovers to the other apartment. Don't wait up for me I'll be back in a minute."

I pack up the rest of the pasta and head out to the other side of the building. After knocking a few times, Jared opens the door. "What can I do for you, little miss?"

"I made some pasta for everyone."

"Oh, everyone else is sleeping right now but you can leave it here for when they wake up." He opens the door wider to let me in and leads me into the kitchen. I notice a few empty bottles of liquor on the floor near the passed-out bodies of Eric and a manager. "Are they okay?"

"Yeah, they'll be fine just had a bit too much to drink. We certainly appreciated the free alcohol though." I put the pasta in the fridge for later and turn to leave. I am suddenly facing Jared who stands too close for comfort.

"I'm gonna head out; I got to finish dinner with the others," I say finding it difficult to meet his eyes.

"Aw but you just got here," He pouts but leads me back to the door. I walk into the hallway and head to our door.

But I don't make it. I get pushed up against the wall and turned around. Jared holds my arms too tight as he leans in and rubs his unshaven face against mine. He places his lips on mine and shoves his tongue into my mouth. I break out of my frozen state and try to push him off of me. When that doesn't work, I turn my face gagging and knee him in the balls.

"Little bitch!" I clamber over to the door, but Jared catches me by the collar of my dress and pulls me back choking me in the process. "You're gonna regret that when I through with you". He presses up against me leaving me no room to move as he reaches under my skirt and starts pulling my underwear down. I whimper when he tosses it to the side and starts groping my butt. "Damn if I haven't been dreaming about your ass." I cry out when he grinds his erection on my thigh. He quickly muffles me with his hand. Desperately I start knocking on the wall behind trying to make a noise to get someone's attention. Sadly, Jared hears the knocking and slams me back into the wall.

"Good girls stay quiet," he warns before his hand leaves my ass. I cry harder and shake my head violently when I hear his zipper. He takes my jaw in his hand and digs his fingers into my cheeks to quiet me. "Darling the more you resist the more I'll hurt ya.". He spreads my legs. After that, I only feel pain. It hurts too much. He is too rough. I don't have time to adjust to him. I can't feel my fingers anymore.

When I fall to the floor, I get confused. I blink the tears away and look at the floor around me. Jared is on the floor, and he is moving. There are two Jareds. No, only one is Jared, the other is...

Jungkook

I watch dumbly are Jared struggles to stand up with his pants around his ankles. Jungkook crouches down in front of him and punches him in the face. Over and over and over and over.

He is growling things in Korean. Then he drags Jared down the hallway and opens the door to the outside. It closes behind the two of them and I struggle to my feet. I limp over to where my underwear lay. I try not to think about the blood running my thighs and I put on my underwear. When the door opens again I hear screams that go quiet when Jungkook closes the door behind him. He is breathing hard when he meets my eyes.

"Danielle-" He starts towards me.

"No! please stop," I step back away from him, "please don't come closer, don't touch me, please don't look at me. I can't."

"Danielle, how do I help you? Just tell me what I can do."

"Don't look at me please just turn around!" He immediately turns away.

"Tell how to help y-"

"Is he dead?"

"Danie-"

"Is. He. Dead?" I ask again.

Jungkook's shoulders slump in defeat, "Yes, he is."

"Good."

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This chapter was actually so difficult to write. I had to do a lot of research, but actually sitting down to write was an uncomfortable process. Getting into the headspace of both the attacker and the victim was so confusing. I had to think of sick things and then write about them in the perspective of the person who is experiencing them against her will. overall a really gross experience I had to take a shower after.