My Muse || Sope

-Thirty-Two-

*There are possibly some triggering things in this chapter*

"Sit still and do what they say!" His gruff voice sent chills through my bones. My shaking body lay underneath his strong one. I felt smothered. Weak. Helpless. Disgusting.

"Please, u-uncle, don't. I don't want to!" His hand slapped the skin on my cheek, sending tears down my burning cheeks.

The weight was lifted off of my body, and I watched him walk away, only to see the other man walking over, unbuckling his pants. My whole body tensed up. "P-p-please, n-no."

The man laughed before placing himself on top of me. I could feel his lips on my pale skin, his rough beard leaving scratches. My breaths grew more shallow and my sobs grew louder.

"Shut up!" I felt another slap on my cheek before his hand covered my mouth.

The man's breath smelled horrid, making me want to vomit. His teeth were yellow and black, making his lips touching me even worse. I could feel him nipping and biting at my skin, but I couldn't even wince at the pain anymore. My whole body was shutting down as my father stood in the corner and watched as his friend did all of this to me.

The weight released off of my body as he finished undressing himself, his gaze not leaving my naked, bruised and beaten body. All I could do was dig my nails into the palms of my hand to distract from the pain that I endured, my cries silenced by his hand.

I woke up sweating, breathing heavy. My cheeks were wet with my tears. I was shaking with fear as the memories came flooding back.

Without thinking, I grabbed my phone off of my nightstand and dialed the first person I thought of. I checked the time while waiting for the answer I'm sure wasn't coming. It was 3:19 AM. The chances of him answering were slim.

"Hello?" His voice was laced with sleep, making me feel guilty for waking him up.

"H-hoseok?"

"Yoongi? What's wrong?"

"I-I-I-" I burst into tears, unable to control my emotions anymore. I continuously sucked in all of my emotions, holding it in until I finally exploded.

"Why are you crying? What can I do?"

My sobs grew louder, my body rocking back and forth on my bed. "C-can you c-c-come o-ver?"

"Of course." I heard Hoseok shuffling on the other end of the line, and a moment later I heard the faint wind hitting the speaker as he clearly ran to my apartment, which was only a few blocks from his own. "I'm almost there, Yoongs. Is the door open?"

"T-there is a k-key under the mat." My hands knotted into my hair, pulling it out of its roots painfully. My claws found the skin of my neck, remembering how it took weeks for some of those scratches to heal.

A moment later I heard the front door open, quickly followed by Hoseok's footsteps getting closer to my door. He opened it gently and entered my room, his eyes growing wide as he saw my state.

"Oh Yoongi..." He climbed gently onto the bed and wrapped his arms around me, forcing my head into the crook of his neck. My arms wrapped around his frame, clutching onto the fabric of his hoodie like my life depended on it.

"W-why did these t-things h-h-happen to m-me?"

His hand started rubbing up and down my spine, something that has been known to calm me down. "Shh... it's okay, you're not alone. You're okay." My breaths started to become more even and my tears started to flow less. Eventually, I was no longer overwhelmed with emotions. Instead, I just felt empty and dried up.

I pulled my head back, meeting Hoseok's eyes. "Thank you for coming over. I-I'm sorry that I woke you up."

He instantly shook his head, his hands gently cupping my cheeks. "It is not a problem at all. You can call me anytime and I'll come running." His thumbs grazed over my skin softly. "Did you want to go back to sleep now? I can tuck you in?"

I nodded my head, my bottom lip jutting out in a pout. My body collapsed against my soft mattress. He pulled the blanket over me and made sure I was comfortable. He kissed my forehead, before laughing. "Oops. That was an accident, my bad."

I smiled. "Does it count as an accident if I'm glad that you did it?"

"Yes?" His smile grew wider. "Good night, Yoongi. Call me if you need me."

"Wait, Hoseok?" He turned to face me again. I probably looked so pathetic, red and puffy eyes, hair going every which way, but his eyes sparkled with so much admiration. "Could you, uh, sleep here tonight?"

He chuckled and nodded. "Sure, I can sleep on the couch."

"No. I mean, in my bed. Next to me. It would make me feel better." I pouted even more, trying my best to look adorable so he'll want to sleep next to me.

He giggled. His posture didn't look tense at all. Actually, he slipped off his shoes again and unzipped his hoodie, wearing no shirt underneath. I could feel my mouth filling with saliva staring at his abs, and I instantly licked my lips.

He must've noticed as he laughed loudly before climbing over me and slipped under the covers. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close to his body. I rolled over so I was facing him. I could smell his natural scent, and I felt a lump form in my throat.

I cleared my throat, making Hoseok open his eyes and brush my fringe out of my eyes. "What's up, Yoongi?"

My hand made its way to his bare chest, pressing softly against his skin. "I-I still haven't forgiven you completely..." I watched him nod, that twinkle dimming from his eyes. I took his hands in mine, giving them a squeeze. "But I can't stay away from you. If you would like to try again, I would love to call you my boyfriend again."

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Yoonseok is a couple again? Maybe?

What does author-nim have planned next? Stay tuned to find out.

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