As soon as Jungkook and Jimin entered the room, they were slammed by a wave of horrifying emotions. The scene before them froze them in place.
Jungkook's heart stopped.
There, on the floor, was Taehyung—half-naked, his shirt torn, face bloodied, eyes swollen and red, lips tinged purple from lack of oxygen. Hwang was on top of him, choking him, pounding into him. Taehyung’s body was limp, his eyes locked onto Jungkook’s with a tangle of unreadable emotions.
The room was in ruins: the door clung by one hinge, glass shards littered the floor, a broken vase, torn clothes, smears of blood on the walls, and blinds either ripped down or hanging crookedly. It was the picture of chaos.
This—this was Taehyung’s worst fear come to life.
In that moment, Taehyung didn’t feel like a person. He felt like a discarded object. Shame crept over him like a second skin. How could anyone look at him again? Especially Jungkook. Death felt kinder than this. At least it wouldn’t be humiliating.
His body was failing him. He couldn’t breathe. And as the world dimmed, all he could think was: “So this is how it ends.”
Jungkook lunged. Rage took over. He ripped Hwang off Taehyung and threw punch after punch, yelling incoherently, blind with fury.
Jimin rushed to Taehyung. “Taehyung?!” He dropped to his knees, shaking.
But Taehyung didn’t respond. His body was unmoving.
“J-Jungkook!” Jimin cried, his voice cracking. “He’s not breathing!”
Jungkook paused only to deliver one last brutal kick to Hwang before racing to Taehyung’s side. He took him into his arms, panic etched into every corner of his face.
“Call an ambulance!” he shouted. Jimin’s hands trembled as he dialed.
Jungkook gently laid Taehyung down, pressing on his chest rhythmically. “Come on, baby… breathe…”
He pinched Taehyung’s nose, opened his mouth, and gave him breath. Once. Twice. The metallic taste of blood coated his tongue.
Then—a cough.
Taehyung gasped, spitting blood. He was breathing.
Jungkook collapsed in relief, clutching Taehyung tightly. “It’s okay, it’s okay… you’re here, you’re with me…”
“I think Hwang ran,” Jimin muttered, glancing toward the shattered doorway.
Jungkook didn’t respond. He took off his expensive coat and draped it over Taehyung’s exposed lower body, not caring that it soaked up blood and other fluids.
Sirens wailed outside. Paramedics arrived quickly, placing Taehyung on a stretcher. Police followed soon after.
Jungkook went with him.
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They sat in the hospital waiting room. Jimin leaned against Jungkook, crying quietly.
“I should’ve stayed with him,” he whispered. “It’s my fault. I knew Hwang was at the party.”
Jungkook didn’t respond. He stared at the floor, fists clenched.
“Mr. Kim Taehyung’s family?” a nurse called. They both stood.
The walk down the hallway felt like years.
Inside the room, Taehyung lay unconscious, bandaged and bruised, machines monitoring every breath. But still, he was beautiful.
“Jungkook… you’re here,” said Hoseok, a friend and police officer. Doctors and officers stood around.
“Yeah,” Jungkook answered. “He’s my boyfriend.”
Dr. Jackson Wang spoke next. “He has a hairline fracture in his left rib, internal bleeding from abdominal trauma—which we controlled surgically—and signs of emotional trauma. There’s a strong risk of PTSD. He’ll need therapy.”
Jungkook’s vision blurred. He tried not to cry.
“When will he wake?” Hoseok asked.
“A few hours, most likely. He’s stable physically. Mentally… we’ll have to wait and assess.”
“What about the rapist?” asked another officer.
“We’ve collected evidence—DNA, fibers, fluids. We’re confident it’ll lead us to him,” Hoseok replied.
“No, it won’t,” Jimin said softly.
Everyone turned to him.
“What do you mean?” Jungkook asked.
Joshua stepped forward. “Hwang… this wasn’t the first time.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “Explain. Clearly.”
Joshua took a deep breath. “Six years ago, Hwang became obsessed with Taehyung. Stalked him. Taehyung filed a report, but Hwang had political ties, gang affiliations. It backfired. He kept Taehyung captive for nearly two years. Used him. Abused him. Taehyung escaped with the help of another boy.”
Jungkook shut his eyes, overwhelmed. His hands trembled.
All this time… and he hadn’t known.
He felt ashamed. When Taehyung was suffering, he had been complaining about meaningless things. But now, he knew. Taehyung was stronger than anyone he’d ever met.
He vowed then: he would never let Taehyung suffer alone again. He would protect him. Cherish him. Love him with everything he had.
“Hoseok,” Jungkook said, voice low, cold. “Catch him. I don’t care what it takes. If you don’t… I will.”
A chill ran down Hoseok’s spine.
“I’ll make sure he’s caught,” he said. “I swear.”
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FanfictionCOMPLETED Taehyung who hated his beauty to the core of hell. Because he believed it was his beauty that made his life a living hell hole. He had a stalker who was obsessed with his beauty. He made his life turn upside down. He raped him, abused hi...
