CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MENTION OF ASSAULT, & ANGST
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IMESSAGE CHAT
🐰𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲🐰
YOONGI
Jungkook
YOONGI
Jungkook, where are you!?
YOONGI
It's past midnight, you should be home by now!!
YOONGI
JUNGKOOK!!
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞🥊
JIMIN
Jungkook, where the fuck are you??
JIMIN
Are you at the studio??
JIMIN
I texted Sejin, but he hasn't seen you
JIMIN
WHERE
JIMIN
ARE
JIMIN
YOU!?
JIMIN
ANSWER ME PLS
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐬🍜❤️🤤
TAEHYUNG
Koo!!
TAEHYUNG
Jungkook, answer me!!
TAEHYUNG
Now!!
TAEHYUNG
WHERE ARE YOU!!?
TAEHYUNG
WE'RE WORRIED SICK!!
TAEHYUNG
Sejin is out looking for you!!
TAEHYUNG
Jungkook, fucking ANSWER!!
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐊𝐨𝐨💗
YUMIN
Jungkook?🥺
YUMIN
Jungkook, we're worried sick about you
YUMIN
Please come home
YUMIN
Are you hurt??
YUMIN
Are you mad??
YUMIN
I'm sorry if I did anything, just...
YUMIN
Please, please come home🥺❤️
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤🐇🥕
KIANA
Jungkook, where did you run off to?
KIANA
Turn on your SnapMaps so I can find you!!
KIANA
You're freaking everyone out
KIANA
Did you get kidnapped!!?
KIANA
If you did call an emergency number
KIANA
Seriously, bro where tf are you!!?
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Jungkook woke up in a daze, glaring up at the ceiling as he let the blood flow back into his limbs. He could barely remember a thing, each memory fuzzy and hard to reach in the back of his mind. Rachel had let him inside to pick up an outfit for a sponsorship. Sejin had sent him there. Why had Sejin sent him to her house? She'd given him hongju and something about it made him feel bad. They'd gone upstairs. He'd collapsed. Rachel had-
"Oh my god."
The brunet's heart began racing in his chest as he shakily pushed himself onto his elbows. Jungkook took in his surroundings; he was still in Rachel's room, tucked away beneath her bedsheets with the lights turned off. She was nowhere in sight. Peering down at himself, Jungkook felt a sickening feeling blossom in his stomach, lifting the covers hesitantly before letting a sob escape him. The sight of his bare skin made tingles race throughout his body.
Rachel had taken advantage of him after he'd passed out.
"What- f-fuck," Jungkook scrambled out of bed, his head whipping back-and-forth as he spotted his clothes thrown recklessly about the bedroom floor. Maybe...maybe she didn't- His thoughts were cut off as he tried slipping into his boxers, body freezing in place as he spotted the used condom on the dresser.
Tears dribbled down Jungkook's face as he tried to take in everything at once. Rachel had been so kind to him in the beginning. How did everything lead up to this? How did-
"...I'm going to take what should've been mine. What Yumin doesn't deserve."
She's after Yumin.
Jungkook quickly wiped the tears from his face, shoving each limb into his clothes before storming out the door. He pulled the keys to the Bentley out of his back pocket and unlocked the doors before sliding in, trying to catch his breath as he felt himself spiral into a panic attack. Fumbling around, he grabbed his phone, scanning over the missed calls and text messages from everyone back home. They'd been waiting for him all night. He had said he'd be home in a few hours, but it was almost 11 in the morning!
"Fuck." Jungkook jammed the keys in their slot as he pulled away from Rachel's house, giving it one final glance before speeding away. "She- Fuck- Oh my God." The maknae gripped the steering wheel, tears blurring his vision as he tried to find his way home again. All Jungkook wanted to do was stumble home into someone's welcoming embrace and scream about what Rachel had done but he paused. Would they believe him? Yumin had been talking about Rachel last night. Would she think they were sleeping together?
"Fuck. Fuck!"
Jungkook screamed at the top of his lungs as his feelings grew overwhelming. The intrusive thought of driving the Bentley off the side of the road kept flicking in-and-out of his head but he drove it away, steering his way blindly through the streets until he arrived home. Sitting in the driver's seat, Jungkook stared out into the darkness of the garage, trying to get his breathing in check. He battled with the option of telling the others what had happened or keeping it a secret. They might think he'd done something to lead her on, even when in reality he had done nothing. What if they accused him of making the first move? The brunet's eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, gaze roaming over the hickies that marked his collarbone. He clutched his shirt collar against his chest to hide it, stepping out on wobbly legs and making his way inside.
"What if it was a sasaeng!? Someone could've kidnapped him, and we don't-"
Five sets of eyes turned to gaze at Jungkook as he stepped through the door, the heat rushing to his cheeks. Kiana and Yoongi sat at the kitchen island, Taehyung behind the older boy with his arms draped over his shoulders. Jimin and Yumin paced the tiled floor nervously, Yumin biting anxiously at her nails as her eyes scanned over his trembling body.
Before he could utter a word, Yumin and Jimin threw themselves against him, sobbing against his neck as they rambled about how worried they had been. That sickening feeling blossomed in his stomach once more as Jungkook stumbled back out of their embrace, blinking back more tears that threatened to cascade down his cheeks.
"Are you okay!?" Jimin cried, stepping forward to cup the maknae's face. Jungkook flinched beneath his touch, circling around the blonde before backing towards the living room.
"I-I'm fine. I just-"
"Where the fuck have you been!?" Kiana snapped, brow furrowed in annoyance. "Everyone's been worried sick!"
"I...I'm fucking fine!" Jungkook listened to his voice break, anger replacing his fear as he wished to escape those prying eyes. "I'm fucking fine, alright!? Just fucking leave me alone!"
Jungkook released a shaky breath, balling his fists and storming upstairs to lock himself in his bedroom. He collapsed against his bed, sobbing hysterically against his pillow as he tugged and pulled at his brown locks. He had no idea what to do, what to say, what to think. He'd trusted Rachel almost as much as he trusted Yumin and because of her, he was now terrified of everything that he had grown to love. Intrusive thoughts invaded his mind left-and-right, and each-and-every one of them made him want to punch something until his hands bled. His stomach felt like it was bundled in knots, his heart burned with the fading hongju and the drug Rachel had used to spike him during the night. If only he had never gone.
If only he had never gotten so close.
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Adjusting the shades atop the bridge of her nose, Rachel stared out at the freeway to Busan, cruising down her lane with a smirk painted on her face. Her thighs trembled at the brief thought of Jungkook and how much she had enjoyed the prior night, despite how sickening it actually was. Rachel knew she had left the brunet scared and helpless, and if he knew what was right for him, he wouldn't tell anyone about it. Either it would ruin his career or his relationship with the other members that she came to understand he was fucking around with. Or it would make Yumin leave.
"Oh, Yumin! She took advantage of me!" Rachel mocked Jungkook in a whiny tone, tapping her acrylics against the steering wheel of her black Bugatti. "I swear I would never cheat on you!" Pausing, she scoffed, rolling her eyes before changing lanes to edge near a turnout. "Even though she fucking deserves it."
Despite both being in past abusive relationships, Yumin had been the one to find love before Rachel. Yumin didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve anything. Rachel had wanted Yura, but Yura wanted Yumin. She wanted Jungkook, but he wanted Yumin. No one ever wanted her. So she took from them instead. Made them cheat, made them lie, manipulated them until she got what she pleased from them and was ready to move on. Maybe after this, Yumin would leave Jungkook and go back to living alone with no one but that stupid, short, freckled friend of hers.
Flicking on her blinker, Rachel steered off the freeway and onto a main road headed for Nam-gu. Maybe she would go visit Yura for a bit.
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I paced back and forth in my room, gripping my hair at the roots as I stumbled over why Jungkook was out so late and why he had come home so irritated. The brunet had clutched his collar tightly to his neck before fleeing upstairs to his room, locking himself inside. He had come out only to shower, b-lining it straight back to his bed to lay unbothered in silence.
"It's Rachel. It has to do with Rachel; there can't be any other explanation!"
I turned on my heel, staring down at Kiana with wide eyes. She sat on the edge of my bed with Yeontan in her arms, toying with his paws to calm her nerves from a sleepless night of trying to find Jungkook. Glancing up at me, I could see the irritation and doubt flicker across her gaze before they grew soft.
"I'm sure that's not the case, Yumin. Even so, what would she have-"
"She could've threatened him! Hurt him, even-" I paused, unnerving thoughts flickering about in the back of my head that I refused to voice for fear they would be true. As I pushed them aside, another thought surfaced above the rest. Jungkook had come home and almost immediately lashed out upon being questioned. What if-
"What if they slept together?"
Kiana's face paled a bit compared to her once rosy cheeks. Her gaze snapped up to mine, holding for several moments before she shook her head. "He wouldn't do that. I don't think-"
"You don't think," I hissed, growing upset. Something was wrong; I could feel it in my stomach. "You don't think he's like that, but- but what if he is? Kiana what if he's angry at being questioned because he knows he did something wrong!?"
"Yumin, calm down, please? We don't need anyone riled up right now."
I sighed, stumbling forward to collapse beside her on my bed. I was tired, frustrated, and scared and my thoughts were tumbling all over the place. A migraine was slowly beginning to set in from lack of sleep, forcing my eyes shut as I draped my arm across my face.
"Why the fuck was he out so late?" I muttered to myself, listening as Kiana sighed quietly, whispering an, "I don't know," in reply before standing up. She placed Yeontan beside me, shoving her hands in the pockets of her sweats as I peered up at her from beneath my forearm.
"I'm going to head home; get some sleep, or...something. I don't know. I suggest you do the same."
I simply nodded, letting my eyes fall closed as Kiana exited my room, shutting the door behind her. She left me in silence, my thoughts whirling with every possibility that could've explained last night. I knew damn well that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep but I curled up against my pillows anyways, Yeontan in the crook of my stomach as I tried to cease my ever-racing heartbeat.
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I promised an update today and here you are. It's kind of late where I'm at and I'm tired, but I'm going to see if I can write another chapter just to be prepared for next week. Hopefully, this wasn't too much for some readers. I advise reading the content warnings thoroughly for the next couple of chapters, please. Things get rough.