Exposed Truth | Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 20

Nari || Monday, June 22

The despicable gang leader forces me to lay down on the sofa, and his hands are all over my body as he smirks at me seductively. I want to cry and scream for help, but I can't. No sounds come out of my mouth as the horrid man cups my breasts, and sucks onto the side of my neck painfully. I feel tears well up in my eyes as his grip on me tightens so I can't move away from him.

"Shut up," he says strictly when I whimper in pain.

My heart is thumping in my chest and I shut my eyes to stop the tears from trickling down my face. I hold onto my breath as my body shivers from the cold man's rough touch on my delicate body. I feel his rough hands move up my back and his fingers reach the zipper of my dress. My skin tickles from his touch when I feel him pulling down on the zipper.

I press my hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away from me, but all he does is chuckle at my weak attempt as he has me trapped between his legs and his weight is crushing me below him.

No matter how much I try to free myself from his strong grip and beg him to stop touching me, he doesn't budge. I feel so sick and weak.

He unexpectedly removes his mask with one hand, but keeps the other on my shoulder, pushing me down on the sofa. My eyes instantly go to the scar on his face when he takes off the mask and throws it to the ground. Before I can further examine his features, his face moves closer to mine and I shut my eyes as soon as I feel his lips harshly come in contact with mine.

He nibbles on my lips and I feel his tongue graze them as he kisses me forcefully. I try to tolerate the pain and how disgusting I feel right now, as I keep glancing at the dark corridor and the door, begging for Lisa to finish collecting my sister's stuff or for anyone to come to save me from this obnoxious man.

"Let me go," I mutter with a shaky voice as my vision becomes blurry with tears. "Please..."

He doesn't say anything and has no plans on letting me go, as his body keeps brushing against mine and he keeps kissing me, his gross saliva all over my mouth. I'm too frightened by all that is happening, that I didn't realise he had fully unzipped my dress. He pulls it down to reveal my shoulders and he fondles with my breasts. I yelp when his hands travel down my body and he rips the bottom of my dress to reveal the bare skin of my thighs.

He glares at me and I'm instantly paralysed by fear when he scowls at me with an indifferent and enraged expression, so I shut my mouth and weakly let him do whatever he wants to my body. I tell myself to kick him and to use all my force to push him away from me, but I just can't do it. My body feels too frail to do anything as intense terror courses through me. Should I try kicking him in the shin? Or should I bite him? It might not work, but it's worth a shot...

I just can't bear his touch any longer, so without thinking anymore, I bite down on his lips with as much force as I can muster. He instantly jerks away from me and howls in pain as he holds onto his injured lip. As soon as he stands up and I'm free from his grip, I don't think twice, but jump off the sofa and dash towards the curtain to escape.

Yet, my plan fails as I feel the gang leader grab my wrist, pulling me back to him. Within seconds, I feel a blow across my cheek and I fall to the frigid, stone floor with a thud. My whole body aches from the sudden impact, and my mind goes blank. I don't know what to do as I look up at the expressionless man as he shoots daggers at me. His muscular built towering over me as I remain shaking on the floor with immense fear and shock as I hold onto my throbbing cheek.

Tears instantly pour down my face and he grasps onto my chin forcefully and slaps my cheek, causing excruciating pain in my face and my head just hangs down. Tears and black dots blur my vision.

Before I can even recover from the smack across my bruised cheek, he kicks my leg with his leather shoes and yells, "Stand up!"

Despite trying to do what I'm told and stand up obediently, my legs seem to not function anymore and my arms are so weak, I can't push myself up. My whole body is so sore, as pain shoots through me.

He yanks on my arm and pulls me to my feet. My head is spinning and I squirm in pain as my lower body is extremely sore from the impact of hitting the ground, whilst my face is throbbing agonisingly. I struggle to remain on my wobbly feet, and just fall to the floor as soon as he lets go of my arm.

He groans in displease and raises his arm, as if about to strike me for the third time. I wince and shut my eyes to prepare for the impact, but I'm startled by a sudden gunshot, causing me to jolt. The piercing sound of the abrupt gunshot is immediately followed by thunderous shrieking and crashing coming from the people at the night club behind the curtain.

My eyes go wide and I scream when the gang leader's body falls limply to the ground beside me, his eyes angrily staring at me as blood trickles from a chilling hole in the centre of his forehead. My breathing quickens and my heart thumps in fright as my eyes linger on the man's unmoving body. I can't seem to look away from him, not until I feel someone come to my side and wraps their arms around my shivering and aching body. I instantly recognise that the person holding onto me is Jungkook as I smell a whiff of his comforting smell.

I look behind Jungkook to see Jimin holding a gun directed at the dead man laying in front of me. I don't know how to react when the thought that Jimin shot him comes to my mind when I see him holding onto the gun with shaking hands.

"Let's get out of here!" Lisa, who's standing next to Jimin, interrupts my thoughts and yells over the screaming people in the night club.

Jungkook hurriedly takes off his jacket to cover my exposed body, before lifting me up in his arms to carry me bridal style. My head rests against his chest as tears uncontrollably flood down my bruised cheeks. I can't stop crying as I hold onto him tightly, never wanting to let go of him as I bury my head into his clothes.

"Shh... everything's okay..." he mutters to me with his soft and soothing voice as he runs out of the room along with Jimin and Lisa. "I'm right here... there's no need to be afraid anymore..."

Jungkook pushes his way through the crowd of frenzied people who are all frantically trying to get out of the building. Even though it's a chaotic mess in the night club, we manage to get out of the building quickly and safely.

Jungkook doesn't stop running even after we are far away from the night club. His breathing is heavy and I can feel his heart beating in his chest. I look behind us, and am relieved to see that Jimin and Lisa are right behind us.

I feel so drained from adrenaline and everything that happened, that I snuggle against Jungkook and my eyes shut from exhaustion. I allow myself to relax in his arms and wipe away the horrid memories from my brain as I slowly fall into unconsciousness.

I only awaken when I hear Jungkook's soft voice, yet my eyes feel so heavy, I can't seem to open them. I find myself lying on a soft bed, and my entire body is so worn-out and heavy that I feel like I'm sinking into the plush mattress.

"I'm sorry..." I hear Jungkook muttering as his voice quivers and I hear him sniffling quietly. "I failed in protecting you... again. I couldn't keep my promise... I'm sorry..."

Even though I want to open my eyes and say something, I'm too tired to and I feel as if I'm just on the verge of blacking out.

After a moment of silence, he strokes my injured cheek and pecks my forehead, then whispers, "Good night."

Right after I hear him leaving me and closing the door quietly, I lose all my senses and sleep takes over me.