BTS X Reader One-Shots

(Jin)

Warning! This contains slight rape and self harm. Read at your own risk.

You felt your face heat up as you slid against your bedroom door, tears of embarassment threatening to fall. Out of all people, why did he have to find you as a mess? You held back a sob as you weakly lock your door, someone banging from the other side. "(Y/n) let me in. Why can't you just let me help you?" Seokjin's soft voice echoes through your room. You shake your head, feeling the blood from your wrists soaking through your (f/c) hoodie. Out of all people, why did you have to suffer? Why did you have to be born?

'Eomma!' You whimper out as you're pinned against the door. 'Eomma!' You cry out as the stranger begins to remove your (f/c) nightgown. You were just 10 years old. 'Be quiet or I'll have to punish your Eomma and Appa.' The man tells you as he slowly licks your cheek. You stay frozen in place, sobs taking over your body as he pins you to your bed. The man chuckles as he positions himself on top of you. 'Be sure to be up until I finish baby girl.' Was what that man whispered as he roughly thrust into you, not caring about your pleads. It went on for hours, that man violating every part of your body. Even if you cried out for help, no one came.

      On your 13th birthday, you could no longer hold your pain. Your parents no longer cared for you. You were on your own. On your thirteenth birthday, you self harmed for the very first time.  The first time you were actually able to temporarily remove that pain you felt. Cuts littered your wrists, thighs, stomach. This was your only escape.... Until you found about Music. That second thing that made you forget. Writting music was a way to escape. You'd write music about your past. You'd reflect on your past. As you became an Idol, you found your best friend. Someone who didn't judge you about your past. She'd listen to your rants, she'd lend you a shoulder to cry on. The managers thought it'd be best to have you two as a Duo. The best thing that happened to you.
            As your fame grew, you were able to meet the man you fell in love with. Kim Seokjin. An Idol from the same company. You and him instantly hit off. Finding so many similarities between you two. Whenever he'd do a VLive, you'd be by his side. A guest on the show so to speak. You'd hide your cuts and scars with long sleeves or hoodies. Never picking up the sleeves on your wrists. His Hyungs would wonder about it, but Seokjin never paid attention to it. Then came the day when you received the news. Your parents murdered by that same man who ruined your life. Both him and your parents found dead. It was the last straw. Even if your parents claimed to no Longer care, you knew that deep down inside, they still loved you.
          You slit your wrist many times, all hitting rather deeply. Foolish you. Through your despair, you forgot to lock your restroom door. Due to that, Kim Seokjin was able to witness what you've been attempting to hide from him. In attempt to hide, you ran out of the restroom and locked yourself in your bedroom, not having enough time to bandage your wrists.
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    Blood pooled around your now limp body, tears falling as you listen to the soft cries that were heard from the other side of the door. "(Y/n)" You feel a cloth fall on your wrist, pressure being pressed against your wrist. In front of you was your best friend, tears pooling from her eyes as she unlocks the door and softly lifts you up from your own blood. The door swings open, revealing a puffy eyes Jin. As (F/n) places you on your bed, Seokjin instantly works on bandaging your wounds. "I'm sorry." You weakly call out in tears as (F/n) changes you to a clean pair of PJs. Jin shakes his head. "I'm the one I should be sorry. I should've noticed that a friend of mine was suffering so badly. I could have helped you sooner." (F/n) dryly chuckles. "You wouldn't be able to do shit. (Y/n) is stubborn as a mule. She'll hide things to the best of her abilities." You best friend tells the male Idol. Seokjin slides in to your bed and lays by your side, pulling you on top of him. You flinch as he pulls your head to his chest. "If you need help, don't hesitate to ask. I'll always be there for you." Jin whispers out as he kisses your forehead. You shift slightly, tears falling as you wrap your arms around the elder.
     "I feel like a third wheel, So I'm gone." (F/n) growls out playfully as she slams shut your door. Your face flushes as you hide your bright red face against Jin's chest. The male chuckles as hw gently lifts your chin. Your eyes meet. "It may not be the right time to say this, but I love you (N/n)." He says as he slams his lips against yours. Your eyes close as you gently kiss back. If anyone is to help you heal, it'd be him. Kim Seokjin.

Sorry if it seems rushed. I seriously had a writters block and I'm barely escaping it. It seems somewhat depressing though. Tears. I hope you all enjoyed this one-shot though. I'll update as soon as I can once again! Bye for now!!