Buttons {BTSxReader}

Chapter Twenty-Five

He smiled, planting a kiss on your forehead before settling back down beside you, hands brushing through your hair as you began your story.

"My mother has always been an addict." You started. "Even when I was just a little girl, drugs were the only things that were ever on her mind...they were more important than anything...even the well-being of her own daughter..."

You paused, moving closer to him.

"I suppose I should have seen it coming when my dad left us, after all she was stealing from him constantly to go and live the life she always wanted..." You took a breath. "But, when he left, so did her money. She had no job and no way of getting the high she so desperately craved.....so she came up with another way to make money."

Namjoon's head perked up at that, eyes blinking in curiosity.

"I thought she was just finally becoming a good mother." You started, voice gritty. "She started to pamper me. She'd brush my hair every night...and even bought me brand new clothes and underwear...My favorite thing she bought me was a pair of rainbow gloves....no one else had anything like them....I remember wearing them every day...even in the summer time.."

You stopped yourself, shaking your head.

"I thought that she had changed...I thought-I thought she actually cared about me....but I was wrong." You said. "I came home from school one day and my mother seemed to have company over....there were three grown men sitting at the table....they seemed so happy to see me..."

The black-haired man shot up, eyes wide.

"Y/n."

"I can still remember my mother's smile." You continued, wrapping your arms around your body. "I can still remember how happy she looked when she led me to the bedroom and told me to take off my clothes...I-I thought I was going to take a bath...I could never have known..."

You stopped yourself, forcefully wiping stray tears from your cheeks.

"They came in one by one." You gritted. "The first man said he'd be gentle...of course, I had no idea what he meant...not until it was over...each one of them took turns with me, laughing and moaning...telling me how lucky I was to be born so pretty...and what did my mother do when it was all over? What did she do when I was laying on my bed sobbing and bleeding and begging for her to help me? She laughed. She laughed and told me that this is where I belonged...She even took my favorite pair of gloves and ripped them right in front of me...."

Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a broad, shaking chest.

Your eyes widened slightly as water splashed on your face, eyes raising to meet the raven haired man's.

"I am so sorry." He breathed, resting his forehead against yours.

You shook your head, biting back your emotions.

"It's alright," You comforted, resting your hand on his cheek and wiping away his tears. "I'm okay now...I'm grown...she can't hurt me anymore."

He held you tight that night....vowing that he would never let you go.

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"I swear to god if you scare me again-"

"I'm not going to scare you." Namjoon chuckled. "I just want to surprise you."

You sighed, fingers twitching with the need to rip off the stupid blindfold that was blocking your vision.

"You know I don't like surprises."