𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Hard

(AN : warning, this might be triggering for some people as it involves abuse. Read only if comfortable. I'm saying it once again, please only read this if you aren't sensitive to this kind of topic. Thank you :))

"Jungkook", her voice cracked as more and more tears fell down from her face to the hard marble floor. "Jungkook please open the door..please". She knew he wouldn't be awake. No one in their right mind would be awake at this hour, except for herself. She knew he would not always be there to fix her, but at this point, she doesn't even know what's wrong with her anymore.

Jungkook

When I saw her as soon as I opened the door, eyes pooled with tears and hair all messed up, I knew that bastard had done  it again. "Jungkook-", she started but I shushed her quickly and brought her into my embrace. It hurts to see her with him, but it hurts even more to see her heartbroken. It's unbearable. Her heart is fragile, and the man who claims her as his should take care of it. Her heart should not end up like mine; broken.

I swore to myself I'd never fall for her and ruin everything, but we were laughing at 4 am on Christmas morning, her entire body lighting up with a bright smile which was enough to make me feel happy even at the worst times. I knew right then and there, that I was screwed.

How pathetic of me. How pathetic of me to fall in love with my best friend. How pathetic of me to fall in love with her, when she'll never feel the same way towards me. I was in love with her, while she was in love with him. The jealously drove me to insanity. I can't bear to see her with him, because, in the end, he will always break her.  And that's when I need to fix her.

"He did it again Jungkook", she said, choking on her own sobs as she clutched on to me tighter. I wanted to fucking scream. I wanted to run right over to his house and show him what he really deserves. I could feel my heart breaking as she cried  even more; I can't bear to see her like this. But i had to ignore all my anger, lock it away in a bottle. I didn't want to scare her more than she already is.

He does it again and again, and that's when I need to fix her. She breaks down into a million pieces, and slowly I make her feel like herself again. It's hard to be the always be there when all she does is run back to the man who broke her. She blocks his number, and then she calls me instead. She cries to me saying that she misses him, and it is so hard to stay there with her, telling her everything will be okay, while I can feel my soul ache with so much pain it makes me feel as though it could drive me to insanity.

But it's my only job..its my only mission; to be there when she's sad. The joy I feel inside me whenever I see her smile, is what keeps me going. The best thing I have done in my useless life, is trained myself to make my own happiness dependent on hers. So I put on a show, I put on the best smile whenever I'm with her, I encourage her that everything is going to be okay. I should win an oscar, because right after she's gone, my melancholy tears are the only company I have left.

"What am I doing wrong Jungkook?", she asks, and for a second I feel myself go blank. "Y/n-ah, listen to me very carefully, there is nothing wrong with you...it is all his fault. Do not ever blame yourself for all of this, because-"

My voice trails off when my gaze fixates on a long, purplish-brown mark on her waist. "Y/n-ah, what is that?", I say, bringing my self closer to the mark, and my breath hitches. "Its nothing", she says, hastily pulling her shirt down to cover it. I hold her wrist and pull her shirt back up, and it was just what I thought.

"Did he do this to you?", I ask, my teeth grit. I tried to remain as calm as possible. "No", she said, pulling her shirt down and backing away from me quickly, "he would never...".

I know I shouldn't have. I know I should have controlled myself, but hearing her defend him pushed me to the limit. He has hurt her before, mentally, but as far as I know, he never abused her. Without thinking I reach for the vase on the table and throw it at the wall behind her head. I finally did it. I finally went insane.

"JUNGKOOK STOP!", she screams, more tears flowing down from her eyes. I don't listen. I couldn't listen.

"WHY DO YOU LOVE THAT MOTHERFUCKER?!", I scream running over to her and grabbing her by her shoulders aggressively as she flinches. "WHY DO YOU LOVE HIM WHEN HE KEEPS BREAKING YOUR HEART AGAIN AND AGAIN? DON'T YOU REALIZE THAT YOU DESERVE BETTER?". She doesn't respond and keeps her eyes closed.

"Jungkook", she whispers, cupping my face with her hands. "Listen to me. Mark would never hurt me. This was just an accident-"

"ACCIDENT?!", I yell, fury filling me again, "DON'T MAKE UP BULLSHIT Y/N..HE USED A BELT DIDN'T HE?". It was obvious. No bruise like that could be made by anything else. I punch the wall behind her again. I wanted to kill him.

"JUNGKOOK PLEASE!", she cries and runs over to me, holding me tightly to stop me from doing anything else. I push her off and turn to face her again. "You are not going back to him again. We don't know what he can do. And now, you are coming with me to the police station and we are going to file a complaint".

"No!", she cries, sobbing even harder and shaking her head vigorously. "No Jungkook please..he would never do this on purpo-"

From here, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. One second the glass was held tightly in my fist, and the next it was flying to the wall, once surfaced, shattering into millions of tiny pieces. The shard scratched against the skin right below her eye, eliciting a painful gasp from her lips as drops of crimson pattered down onto the marble floor. I couldn't breath.

I hurt her. I drew blood from her skin.

I run over to her. "Y/n-"

"NO!", she screams, pushing my arm away and backing away from me, like the monster I am. "Don't fucking touch me", she holds her slashed cheek and runs to the door, but before leaving, she turns around to me again.

"You are no different from him, Jungkook"

Then everything was a blur. She left, and she took all the happiness I ever had, along with her. She left, and all I had left was my heart, which was as broken as the shards of glass on the floor.