My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 21

/TIME SKIP/ 1 MONTH LATER/

Jungkook and I have been with each other as much as possible since be asked me out- the only time I can't see him is when he's rehearsing with the group. They've invited me to watch loads of times but I don't want any spoilers of the new album. Any normal ARMY would kill to have a head start but I want to experience the albums and songs for the first time when they're released to everyone. It feels more special that way.

I'm currently rummaging through my wardrobe in search for something cute to wear, Jungkook is taking me on a date soon but I have no idea what to wear and it's stressing me out. I've called for reinforcements and they should be here any second.

My bedroom door swung open and revealed four girls stood smiling towards me. Jisoo, Rosé, Jennie and Lisa ran towards me engulfing me in a suffocating hug, I wrapped my arms around as many of them as I could before gasping for a breath. "Okay girls. I need your help!" I instructed them on what needed to be done and they completed their tasks in an military like sequence. My hair was done, light make up applied and my outfit was laid on my bed ready for me to change into before leaving. Jennie ran back into my room holding snacks and drinks in her arms as she jumped onto my bed, dropping everything onto the soft mattress.

The five of us watched three films together while the other four ate their own body weights in snacks. I chose to refuse the junk just in case Jungkook was taking me out for food, I'd rather not stuff myself and ruin his plans. Finally I slipped into a cute, tight, red dress that hugged my body perfectly, I placed my black high heels on my feet, boosting my height by about 4 inches. Jungkook would appreciate the extra height since it meant he wouldn't need to almost snap his back in order to look me in the eyes.

A loud knock from the front door echoed throughout the hallways of my home, it sounded aggressive but maybe it was Jungkook's nerves. Lisa ran to the bottom on the stairs and calmly opened the large Oakwood door revealing a tall, attractive man hovering in the doorway. He pushed his way past Lisa and stalked up the stairs toward the bedrooms.

I hugged the others as I heard footsteps approaching, I hope he thinks I look good.
The girls wished me luck as they walked out of my room before Jungkook could get to me, but it wasn't him that stood before me as he stepped into my now silent room.

"Y/N. I need to talk to you."

My heart stopped beating at the sound of his voice, my body tensed and a weak sigh escaped my lips. Why was he here?!

"Get out of my house. You're not welcome here." My voice was stern but strained, he knew I was still hurt. He knew he still held power over me. He could control me just like he did all those years ago.

"Don't say such rude things babygirl. Come over her and greet me properly." I knew what he wanted me to do but I couldn't let myself fall back into my old ways. I wasn't going to let him hold our past over me.

"Jackson. Leave. Now." I raised my voice as each word left my lips, he tutted, stepping closer to me as I stood up tall. He didn't scare me anymore. I was my own person now and he couldn't hurt me.

"Y/N. Kneel." He gripped my waist in his hands, squeezing tight but not enough to cause pain. I looked into his dark eyes and instantly felt tiny. He towered over me with his deep brown hair falling over his face, my lips parted as I thought of a response but no words formed.

Soon, my eyes found their way to the ground. He never let me look directly at him before. "I said kneel!" He shouted in my face, squeezing tighter around my hips. He pushed down against them slightly causing my knees to buckle as I fell to the floor, kneeling in front of him. Just like I used to. "Good girl. Now, continue." I couldn't do it. I couldn't disobey him, I tried that a few times before and it never ended well for me.

I lent forward, my hands in the floor as I placed myself in a full bow, my head resting against his shoes. Jackson laughed, lifting one of his feet in the air, dragging my head up with it. "You're pathetic, you know that?" I nodded in agreement and sat back on my knees. It was always better to do as I was told and never argue with him. I'd learnt my lesson. "Baby, look at me." His voice was still commanding and harsh, yet as he kneeled down in front of me, eye to eye, he cupped my face in his hands like he used to. This used to make me feel warm and safe.

Now?

Now I was terrified of him.

He pulled my face to look at him, his perfectly straight teeth on show in a wide, feline-like smile. It made me sick to my stomach to see him but I didn't have the courage or strength to push him away. Jackson's hand pushed my cheeks together, pushing my lips out in a pout. Still, I refused to look at him, I knew it was a trap. If I looked, he'd hurt me. A small huff left his nose before he spoke again. "You've finally learned not to look at those above you. Took you long enough." I knew I was a trap. I knew it! He can't trick me anymore, I know him too well.

He brought himself closer to me, inches from my face. I pushed him away roughly which was followed by a sharp sting burning my cheek. He slapped me. I should've seen that one coming. He grabbed the back of my neck, forcing his lips to smash against mine, his tongue forcing its way into my reluctant mouth. He'd wrapped his large hand around my wrists, removing any ability I had of getting free. This was exactly what he did so many times before. I couldn't fight back. Every time I'd tried before he hit me more, I couldn't go through that again. I had to accept this.

My heart started beating out of my chest as he undid his belt, wrapping it around my hands, freeing his own. He buckled it so tight that it was physically impossible for me to break out. I weeped quietly, his lips muffling every sound that left my mouth. Tears fell down my face, burning my eyes as they continued to form.

His now free hand left the belt after he knew it was secure, he wrapped one hand in my hair, forcing me even closer to him, eliminating any space there was between us. His other hand ran across the exposed skin of my back as he found the clasp of my bra, fumbling to get it unhooked. He never was very talented at that.

After an annoyed groaned came from Jackson's throat. He almost immediately gave up and instead slipped his hand into my bra from the front, grabbing onto my chest and rubbing his finger against my nipple. I never did find it attractive when he did that so my lack of response only made him angrier.

He was now undressing himself with one hand, never removing his grip from my hair as he knew I'd try to escape his touch. Eventually, he threw his shirt across my bedroom, it landed in a crumpled ball in the corner, right next to my door, a pile forming from my own dirty clothes I'd changed out of earlier.

He was moaning now, after almost every breath some sound was finding its way out. I stayed silent bar the sniffles and sobs I let out very so often. It was no use crying, he never listened.

My door opened slowly but he didn't stop. He kept kissing, moaning and fumbling with my chest. He didn't care. He never cared.

"Y/N! What the fuck are you doing?!"

Author's Note:
Hey... so.. this happened.
I know some of my friends love Jackson sooo, CAMEO!:)
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