International Stardom (BTS Spanking story)

Broken Blanket {Jungkook}

Disclaimer: Six out of the seven members are going to be awful in this chapter. This is pure fiction, please don't create an assumption about me or the rest of the members by what is written in this chapter. Abuse is a very serious issue and it is NEVER EVER my intent to create a laughing or entertaining matter out of it. If you or someone you know is being abused please contact an adult. I love you all very much. Be safe. Thank you.

Happy Halloween 🎃

Love ya bunches 🌸

October 31, 2013

// Jungkook's POV //

The palms of my hands were extremely pale from dehydration. I don't remember the last time I ate something, was it a Friday? A Thursday? My muscles were weak, that I knew.

My school uniform was dirty, the bullies loved the point out. I was small, much to my surprise. It was hard to fight back, I couldn't really, even if I wanted to. I was too weak.

I didn't want to go home.

Home. Funny thing to call it, the dorms.

I know my hyungs will be there waiting for me. That alone made me not want to go back. Since our debut, my hyungs have changed.

Namjoon used to studious and stay at the studio all day but now he barely leaves the house. Jin would make me breakfast every morning, nag me just like my mother would about if I ate lunch and dinner but now he doesn't even feed me. Yoongi was always strict but caring now he just gets mad over the littlest things. Hobi, Taehyung, and Jimin: the happy members, were now depressed.

This environment was not the healthiest. I was just 16. I couldn't yell or get angry at my older hyungs because they were all adults.

I needed to tell someone, anyone what was happening but I didn't have the energy to. I would wake up and I would be exhausted. Every day felt like the last.

It used to not be this bad, my hyungs have gotten worse. It's crazy how just seven days can make such a big difference.

What happened seven days ago? You'll regret asking.

My school hosted the college entrance exams and these two jocks, I actually don't know their names, convinced me to skip. I immediately panicked once I left the school grounds, my hyungs are strict about school especially Namjoon. If they find out I skipped, they will surely spank me.

For some reason though, I didn't care. I didn't care at all that day. About anything. About anyone. I could hold the fate of the world in my hands and then crush it. Without reason.

My "friends" and I went to a dangerous area in downtown Seoul. This alleyway was filled with gang members, Yakuza members. Every criminal in town was down there.

I was deeply afraid, so afraid that when they offered me a cigarette, I shakily accepted. I only took one puff, the exhale was enough to make me hack my lungs out, when a cop showed up.

The guys from my school ran away at the sight, leaving me with a lit cigarette in one hand and the pack in the other.

To say that my hyungs were upset would be sugarcoating it, my parents even found out about it, my brother who was in the military found out about it, even my company found out about it.

When they got me home, Hoseok slapped me across the face. Jimin slapped me again. Namjoon was the only one who really only looked a little mad, but he was ruthless with his punishment.

I was spanked every day, for seven days, before school. The spanking lasted so long that my sobs never stopped, at one point crying was all I could do since my voice was hoarse from screaming. They didn't comfort me after, none of them could even look at me.