Her Scars|| BTS Jeon Jungkook ✔

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She started crying while you started panicking.

-JUNGKOOK's POV-

"Why is she crying? Is she again having a nightmare?" You thought as you hugged her frightened figure close to your warm one's.

Y/N: Mom...Please....don't leave...me.....Please.....I don't want to get hurt again.....Mom!

Her cries made your chest tighten. Her begging to be with someone, someone she might feel at ease made you think how much lonely must have she felt.

You hugged her, patted her back while saying the words you meant from the bottom of your heart,

Jungkook: It's okay. You are safe. I'm here...Don't cry...You won't get hurt...

Again your thoughts were echoing about her fears, her nightmares, the cause of her crying during nights. "Who's behind her this state? Who made you like this? Who made you a broken doll?"

May be your words really helped her to calm down as soon her cries stopped, her begging stopped and she started to breathe softly.

Somehow having her close to you, in your arms made you have some kind of feeling, a part of you wanted to hold her close to you forever if you could. This was a strange feeling you weren't familiar with.

Soon enough your eyes felt heavy and you drifted off to dreamland.

At midnight you woke up feeling the urgent need to go to the bathroom. After finishing your business you came out of the bathroom and went near the bed. You saw Y/N's back wasn't fully covered with the blanket and her shirt rose up a little making some of her back displayed. "She might feel cold."

You reached for the shirt intending to put if back down when something stopped you.

The dim light weren't really helping you so you turned flashlight on and aimed it for her back. That's when you gasped.

Then as if your hands started to work on their own as they aimed for her shirt and rose it up more. At that moment you swore that you've never felt that much pain in your chest ever again.

Her back, it was full of marks, scars you might add. Some of whipped scars, some cut scars, some even were cigarette burns. "What the fuck?!"

Never in your life you could have thought of this. You knew she had scars, you've heard it from your family doctor but you've never thought it was this worse. "She had been abused?! This bad?!"

No words could describe what you were feeling right at the moment. You had the urge to punch whoever it was to hurt her like that. You wanted to take her away from everyone, every single person just to make sure she was okay but then again you don't exactly have the rights. "Is it her brother? But why would she be quite about it? Why didn't she turn him into the police? Why didn't she ask anyone for help?"

You needed answers so badly, you felt your head was going to explode at any moment. "Why? Why would you hide it from everyone?! Just why?!" He couldn't think straight. Why would she choose to accept all the pain without defending herself? What was holding her back?

You thought of asking her when she wakes up, but then again what would you say to her? That you've saw her body part without her knowledge. Would she like that idea? She would feel more uncomfortable around you.

Then suddenly someone came in your mind who can answer your questions. You didn't have a second thought as you went out of the house in the middle of the night without caring that there could be danger at this hour. After reaching your destination you rang the bell, you forgot that it was rude to wake someone at this hour. All you thought that you needed answer which you can't ask to Y/N.