Save Me|JungkookxBTS

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Taehyung pov
"I'm here because I missed you Jungkook."

"You missed me?" Jungkook repeated, a blank expression on his face. I nodded, my fingers itching to touch Jungkook's flawless skin. To touch him everywhere and anywhere possible.

"You fucking missed me!" Jungkook shouted, his chest slamming into the edge of the metal table. I jumped back at the sudden outburst and stared at the crying stranger in front of me. This isn't Jungkook. "It's been two months Taehyung!! Two fucking miserable months!" Jungkook cried as he shot up from his chair. I stood up and reached out my hands as if I was taming a dangerous beast. "Jungkook please calm down," I whispered. Jungkook scoffed, "don't fucking tell me to calm down!"

I reached forward to try and touch Jungkook but he jerked back and glared at me. "Don't touch me Taehyung! I fucking hate you!" He spat, the words going straight to my heart but I knew he didn't mean it. Before I could say anything a burly nurse walked into the room and restrained Jungkook with his hairy arms. "Don't hurt him!" I snapped at the nurse who was manhandling Jungkook out of the room. The nurse laughed and whispered something in Jungkook's ear before dragging him out of the room. The door slammed shut behind them and I stood frozen in shock as I listened to Jungkook's screams get quieter and quieter until they stopped altogether. 
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Jungkook pov                        
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" I sobbed as the nurse forced me into a supply closet. Cleaning supplies fell on top of me along with the heavy body of the nurse, all the weight crushing my arms which were still cuffed behind me. "I've heard rumors about you." The nurse grunted, his thick fingers already working down my pants. I hissed when my bare ass hit the cold linoleum floor but I knew the discomfort and pain would only get worse from here. "Everyone says you're a whore and a good one at that." The nurse commented, his fingers now working down his own pants. "I'm n-not a whore." I whimpered and tried to think about anything besides the disgusting man in between my legs. The nurse snorted and continued to caress the insides of my thighs. "That's not what your therapist says, he told everyone you give amazing head. I might have to try it sometime."

My breath hitched when the nurse suddenly shoved two of his fat fingers inside of me and scissored them. "You're pretty tight for a whore," the nurse laughed. I bit my lip to try and suppress my cries but stopped when the taste of blood hit my tongue. "Agh! H-hurts." I sobbed at the nurse who was forcing a third finger inside me. Of course he ignored my cries and continued to stretch me open with those things he calls fingers. I should be used to this by now. I should be used to the constant burning pain, the constant feeling of being ripped in half, but I'm not. If anything it only gets worse and each time is more painful than the last.

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"Where have you been?" Yugyeom asked as I limped into our room. I ignored his question and got ready to lie down on my bed but I was stopped by him grabbing my arm. I shot a glare at Yugyeom and yanked my arm out of his grip, "I'm not in the mood."

"Well I am." Yugyeom said before tackling me onto my bed. I huffed as the air was crushed out of me by Yugyeom's muscular body. "G-et off m-e!" I tried to scream but my voice was muffled by the mattress. Pain shot up my spine when Yugyeom's weight suddenly shifted to my ass, his boner rubbing in between my ass-cheeks. Yugyeom groaned at the feeling and continued to grind on top of me. I didn't even bother trying to get up, the memory of what happened last time I resisted flashing in my mind. So I fisted the sheets and let them soak up my tears and sobs. 

"Jeon, why are you crying?" Yugyeom asked after halting his movements. The sudden concern shocked me but I didn't answer, he doesn't care anyway, because he's crazy. Just like me. Yugyeom sighed and to my surprise, climbed off of me. "Sorry Jeon...it was the nurse, wasn't it?" Yugyeom asked, his voice suddenly hollow and distant. As if it's happen to him before. It probably has, he's been here longer than me. I can't even imagine all the terrible things he's probably been through. "Y-es" I whispered, the words psychically hurting me. Yugyeom sighed and I expected him to yell at me for being a weak little bitch but he didn't. Instead he lied down next to me and stared at the ceiling, traces of tears visible on his cheeks.

"That same nurse used to do that to me, every day." Yugyeom said and even though he was right next to me, his voice sounded a million miles away. Just the thought of being forced into sex everyday made my body ache and my stomach churn, I can't go through that again. "I'm sorry for touching you...I was just so angry at everyone that hurt me..I thought if I hurt you I'd feel better in some twisted way, but I don't." Yugyeom confessed and I watched for the first time as tears escaped the corners of his eyes. Hesitantly I lifted my arm up and draped it across Yugyeom's chest. A quick smile graced Yugyeom's face before it shifted back to his blank stare, "thank you Jungkook."

I rested my head against Yugyeom's shoulder and let my eyes flutter closed, the once throbbing pain at the base of my spine nothing but a dull ache. "Too many people have hurt us, so let's not hurt each other." I whispered. Yugyeom hummed and snaked his arm around my waist, pulling my body closer to his, "okay."