𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 // 𝑗𝑗𝑘, 𝑦/𝑛, 𝑘𝑡ℎ

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Y/n POV :

"Get out." The young waiter behind us threatened. We all stiffened up. Jimin suddenly stood up and spoke angrily,"Hey man what's the problem? We're just having fun."

The waiter stared at each and every one of them with a serious face,"You don't have to pay or whatever, just get out of here."

They all went red with embarrassment. But no one budged. I could feel Jungkook ignoring the waiter and he just stared at my face. He slowly removed his hand from in between my legs and rest his palm on my knee. He said my name softly once more,
"Y/n, I'm-"

But he was cut off once again by the waiter,"If you don't leave in the next two minutes, I'll have you know that I can be very persuasive." He flashed his arms filled with tattoos, and watched in amusement as fear built up in everyone. They all suddenly saw the scars over his neck and the bruises on his fingers. Everyone stood up immediately.

I tried to get up but I didn't want to be anywhere near them. I didn't want to share the same air as them. My legs felt weak and so did I.

When I didn't get up, Jungkook grabbed my arms softly and tried to lift me,"Hey y/n, we gotta go. Come on, we'll talk in the car."

I felt the touch of unfamiliar hands on my shoulder keeping me in my place. The waiter held me down as he stared at Jungkook,"Leave her here. Go home and rethink your whole life you imbecile."

Jungkook still tried to lift me,"Hey man I don't know you. I can't leave her here with you. I don't trust you."

The waiter chuckled,"Oh and you think that you can trust yourself? Like I said, go home. You don't wanna test me."

Jungkook hesitantly left. As soon as they did, I broke down in my seat. I sobbed into my hand, and tried to catch my breath but I couldn't. It was too hard to breath when it felt like the air and life around me was trying to choke me to death.

The waiter knelt down next to me and placed a soft hand on my shoulder,"Hey hey hey. It's okay. I'm here for you. Just sit here, and I'll be back in a while. Wait for me."

I nodded, and he left with an empathetic smile. I calmed down finally, but I still felt disgusted. I could still feel his touch in between my legs. I could still feel myself fighting to stop the pleasure. I liked it, which was the worst bit. But I never wanted it to be like that. I wanted it when I wanted it, and with someone I trusted.

But he took that away from me.

I watched the people as they slowly left the restaurant, and eventually it was empty. It was dead silent, and all the waiters had left too. Except for the one with tattoos.