BTS One Shots

Broken 2 | Jungkook

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You're not sure if your best friend even wants to see you after you walked out on him - but you have nowhere else to go.

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: angst, fluff
warnings: mentions of abuse and an abusive relationship
word count: 1.6k
a/n: hi guys! The original fic of this wasn't necessarily supposed to have a sequel, but I hate unhappy endings and so this happened ;) I hope you enjoy it!

disclaimer: I am not trying to romanticise or make light of abusive relationships in any way, claiming to know what it's like to be in such a relationship, nor attempting to generalise anyone's experiences.

Here are only some of the many online resources you can use if you find yourself in a situation like this:
https://www.thehotline.org/help/
https://www.helpguide.org/articles/abuse/getting-out-of-an-abusive-relationship.htm

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You're crying. There are tears streaming down your cheeks, your chest is heaving with sobs, your eyes are starting to throb – you know you're crying. But you don't feel anything.

You keep walking, keep fighting through the crowds around you. People pass by, but all they do is give you weird looks and move on. Your legs are carrying you somewhere you haven't been for weeks, but you continue on your way, hiding your face as best as you can, burying it in the black fabric of the hoodie you grabbed in all your haste. You're trying not to think about what happened, trying not to think of the backpack that pulls your shoulders down, your heavy heart pounding in your bruised ribcage.

But, as much as you don't want it, you can't help but remember. Remember the way your boyfriend had screamed at you, thrown his fists, screamed some more, and how, when he finally stopped and went 'out', as per usual, realisation finally dawned on you. You don't know what got the process going, you don't know what was different about this time, and you have absolutely no idea how your brain suddenly came to the conclusion. Regardless, you'd jumped up, sobbing uncontrollably as you grabbed your backpack and started to pack, only one thing in mind. That, no matter how much you loved him and no matter how much he loved you, no matter how much you wanted this to work out, no matter how much you wanted to stay with him, help him – there was only one thing there was left for you to do.

Get out.

And that is exactly what you did – with no idea as to where the hell you wanted to go, no money except for the little bit of cash you keep in your purse, a few of your belongings in your small backpack. You honestly don't even know half the things you stuffed in there – your eyes had been too teary, too puffy to really see much of anything. But without checking much, you'd rushed out of the apartment, so scared to bump into him that you took the emergency stairs and zigzagged through small streets and alleyways, taking the most unconventional path you could think of.

Now that you've finally managed to remove yourself far enough, you feel like you're walking around aimlessly, weaving through thick crowds of people with short breaths, lungs burning. You're still crying, you're still hiding your face, and you still feel like your body has taken control of you, that you're just a passenger in all of this.

And then your feet stop in front of a tall apartment building.

You recognise it all too well, and the lump in your throat grows bigger and bigger as you stare up at it, eyes wide. You haven't contacted Jungkook at all since you stormed out, but that hasn't stopped him from trying. Your boyfriend had advised you to just ignore him and his or your other friends' attempts to get you on the phone or come to your apartment – and you'd actually done it, too.