BTS One-shots

Limbo (Jungkook) GHOST!AU

   This is a messy one so...description of rape, violence, abuse, possible suicidal thoughts, character death...you know the rest. Don't read if it makes you uncomfortable. The ending is a happy one, maybe a bit bittersweet.

      You made bad decisions.

      Fucking horrible ones.

      But you didn't expect that moving to this town was a mistake, it looked so nice, the people seemed so friendly here, yet you were wrong.

      Finishing your double shift at the dinner at midnight was shitty enough, but now this asshole that was supposed to come work tonight was two hours late.

      It was even past 2 AM when you finally packed your stuff and made your way home.

      The guy didn't even seem sorry for his ugly behavior, tho it's not like anyone ever gave a shit about you.

      Walking down the road, the street's were pretty empty, a car driving by here and there and that one homeless man in front of the book store was sitting there as he would usually.

      You took the sandwich you always made at work when you were going home so late at night, and placed the bag down next to the sleeping man.

      One good deed at a time will get you somewhere.

      Continuing your walk, you slipped into the alley to get to your small apartment complex when two shadows started walking towards you from the other side.

      The cold sweat that suddenly started to gather on your skin was suffocating.

      You kept repeating for yourself "They are nice people, nothing really bad happens in this place."

      They were coming closer and closer, your lungs starting to burn with the breath you held in, your fingers holding the straps of your backpack harder than ever.

      It was two guys, both in dark clothing with hoodies over their heads and they passed by you.

      The breath you were holding was finally let out, your legs no longer feeling like they were glued in place.

      "Fucking, paranoid..." you moved to unlock the building door, your heartbeat still beating loudly in your ears.

      You would have missed it if you kept concentrating just on the pulsing in your ears.

      But the other thumps were out of sync, getting louder and louder until you were slammed into the door, head getting smashed through the glass panel, making you dizzy and with horrible eyesight for a while.

      You could feel it happening, but you could no longer control your limbs.

      The hit to your head just made you barely conscious and uncoordinated.

      You could feel two hands holding you up against the wall, other two ripping at your clothes, yanking your jeans off and lifting your legs off the ground.

      You couldn't hear anything over the ringing in your head, couldn't see, something was dripping into your eyes, you couldn't speak, the hand over your mouth wasn't letting you.

      You could just feel it all, but you wish you couldn't.

      You wish you couldn't feel the burning sting between your legs, that you couldn't feel your wrists going numb from the tight grip they were in.

      You wished that the other pair of hands on your hips wren't breaking your skin with their nails, it just all hurt too much.

      And it lasted too long.