Don't Leave Me|| BTS

TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER

TW/ TW/ TW/ Disturbing/ Read w Caution/ TW/ TW/ TW

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//Inspired by R.Kelly cause he's a douchebag//
1 Month Ago

'Come to the studio now.'

'I'm on my way' I texted back, I didn't want to keep him waiting, if he was already angry I didn't want to make it worse.
I was probably already going to be punished.

I jumped up and rushed to get my jeans on, even though I knew jeans were the worst choice. They always hurt the most to put back on after he was done.

I jump in my car and drive to the studio.

My whole body is shaking and my hands tremble so much it's hard for me to take the keys out of the ignition. I thought I was going to collapse going up those stairs.

His smirk is what greeted me. He loved soaking up my humiliation. He loved the degradation he enveloped me with.

"Get on your knees."

I do what I am told, though it hurts, cause I know what's coming.

"You been extra bad lately, haven't you?"

I nod. He doesn't like that.

He grips my hair and yanks my head back so I can look him in the eyes.

"What was that?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

I hated this part the most.

"Yes....sir."

He smiled and let my head drop.

"Lay your palms up."

I follow his instructions while he turns around. He knows they are out, and doesn't hesitate to go forward with punishment. He swiftly turns around and starts going at my palms with a metal rod.

One form of punishment of many I've gotten used to.

At least it wasn't a spanking.

TW/ TW/ It's Over/ TW/ TW/ Its Over
A/N: I'm sorry that hurt me as much as it did you:(

Jungkook didn't say a word on the way home, he drove with one hand and held mine with the other. Anger radiated through him, and I knew he didn't want to show it in front of me.

When we pull into the parkway he told me to go inside. I didn't object, I unbuckled then gathered my stuff. I stopped inside the first set of doors leading into our dorms complex and watch for a second through the door. Jungkook is on the phone, he's hitting the steering wheel with his palm, and the car is still not off. He looks my direction suddenly and I hurry inside the second set of doors, so now I'm at the bottom of the stair case.

"Hey, sorry I forgot to give you the keys," Jungkook says, he grabs my hand and holds it, swinging the lanyard of keys with his other hand.

"It's okay," I mumble, I don't want to tell him I'm scared of his anger.

I'm scared of what's waiting for me.

Jungkook unlocks the door and lets me go inside first, I slip my shoes off even though I just wanted to run back out.

"We're home," Kook announced.

"In the living room," Jimin yelled back.

Everyone's waiting for us.