CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MINOR EXPLICIT CONTENT, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSUALT, & ANGST
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KAKAO TALK
𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥
RACHEL
You should be home by now
RACHEL
Unless the sex was that good that you felt the
need to stay and wait for me to come home
JUNGKOOK
So, you did do it?
JUNGKOOK
I wasn't just seeing things
JUNGKOOK
You drugged me
RACHEL
And then, I used you for my own pleasure
RACHEL
You should've warned me, Koo
RACHEL
I didn't know you were that big😏
JUNGKOOK
Rachel, why!!?
JUNGKOOK
Why would you do this to me!!?
JUNGKOOK
I thought we were friends!!
RACHEL
We were
RACHEL
But then, I found out you were dating that little
slut🙄
RACHEL
So, I took what I wanted
RACHEL
And, I hope it hurts both of you as much as you
deserve it
JUNGKOOK
What do you have against Yumin?
JUNGKOOK
You don't even know her!!
RACHEL
You don't know anything
RACHEL
I've known Yumin for years
RACHEL
And I'll do everything I can until she gets what
she fucking deserves
RACHEL
And that includes hurting the people she cares about
RACHEL
So, I suggest keeping your whiny little mouth shut if you
know what's good for you and your "family"
RACHEL has blocked this user
JUNGKOOK
Rachel...
Delivered
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Jungkook felt his stomach twist and knot until he just couldn't take it anymore. He burst from his bedroom, mouth sealed shut as he slid across the bathroom floor and buried his head in the toilet. It felt as if he were vomiting his entire stomach, tears trickling down the sides of his face as his throat burned with acid. Groaning softly, he edged back until he lay face down on the cold, tiled floor, panting heavily as his body chose to work against him. Migraine, stomach ache, numb limbs, and a racing heart that threatened to burst from his chest at any moment.
Footsteps thundered down the hallway towards the bathroom, a deep, anxious voice calling out to him. It sounded miles away. Jungkook kept his eyes screwed shut to try and fight the pain in his head, but it still lingered like an irritating pest. Strong arms encircled his waist and hauled him upright, delicate fingers brushing his bangs away from his face. Blinking past the painful light of the mirror, Jungkook stared up at Taehyung through fuzzy, splotchy vision that swayed this way and that.
"Baby? You okay?" Taehyung pulled Jungkook onto his lap, reaching over the sick boy's shoulder to grab a few squares of toilet paper. He dabbed gently at his moist lips as Jungkook whimpered uncomfortably, burying his face in the crook of his hyung's neck. The brunet tightened his arms securely around his waist, wanting to disappear into a dark void and never come out.
"Ra...ch-" Jungkook couldn't voice her name before turning and heaving once again into the toilet, groaning in pain as he felt his stomach knot. Tears cascaded down his rosy cheeks as he collapsed back against the side of the sink, Taehyung leaning forward to clean him up and lift him gently off the floor.
Soon, he was tucked in his bed, head pounding so much that he couldn't form a coherent thought. His hyung sat down beside him on the bed, pressing butterfly kisses against his forehead that made him feel so safe. "I'll be right back, baby," Taehyung murmured, making to stand up. Not very confident in his ability to sit upright, Jungkook whined in protest, not wanting the older boy to leave his side. Ever.
"Tae!" Jungkook found himself crying uncontrollably, turning to nuzzle his face against his pillow. Taehyung quickly came back to his bedside, drawing a hand across his shoulder comfortingly.
What does she want from me!? his mind screamed. What does she have against Yumin!? Why, why, why did she have to do this to me!? Jungkook's body felt frigid and fiery hot all at once. He wanted to escape his own flesh; tear it off and slip away from his contaminated being like a lizard sheds its skin. Taehyung moved against the headboard, pulling the maknae's trembling, whiny form onto his lap as he rubbed soothing circles along his back.
Past his intrusive headspace, Jungkook could hear his hyung speaking quickly on the phone, hints of panic lacing his tone as he breathed heavily. Everyone was already so worried about him. If he said anything more, it would just worsen things.
'So, I suggest keeping your whiny little mouth shut...'
What would Rachel do if he said anything about what had happened? She could do anything, say anything, and whatever she did, it would most definitely put the others in harm's way. Jungkook sealed his mouth shut, turning to hide his face away against Taehyung's stomach as he put his phone down, slipping down to cradle him in his arms. The older boy's voice soothed him down just slightly, offering him a calm space to slip into a hazy daze of unimaginable thoughts of everything else that could possibly go wrong from there.
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞🥵
TAEHYUNG has removed JUNGKOOK from the chat
TAEHYUNG
Okay, real talk for a minute
TAEHYUNG
I want all of you here, right now and I'm not asking
JIMIN
Hold on, I'm texting Sejin
JIMIN
I'll tune in in a minute
YUMIN
This is about Jungkook isn't it?
TAEHYUNG
Yeah, it is :\
TAEHYUNG
There's obviously something really wrong with him
TAEHYUNG
But every time I ask, he just starts tearing up and
shaking all over
TAEHYUNG
I don't want to force him to talk, but it's really starting
the scare me
YOONGI
Has he calmed down since this morning?
TAEHYUNG
Yeah. The medicine and four bottles of water helped
TAEHYUNG
But, we still need to figure out what's wrong with him
YUMIN
He hasn't said anything?
YUMIN
Anything, a name, something??
TAEHYUNG
Nothing😕
YOONGI
Okay, well one thing is blatantly obvious
YOONGI
Something happened the night Jungkook didn't come
home and it has clearly upset him
YOONGI
The best we can do is take care of him until he feels
better and be here for him to talk to when he's ready :/
JIMIN
Okay, I'm here
JIMIN
Sejin doesn't have a clue where Jungkook could've
disappeared too😕
JIMIN
We're just going to have to wait for Koo to start talking
YUMIN
Well, I'm not fucking patient
YUMIN
I'm going to figure out what's going on whether Koo
wants to tell me or not
YOONGI
Angel.
TAEHYUNG
Yumin, stop.
TAEHYUNG
You're going to end up getting in trouble.
YUMIN
The only reason I'd get in trouble is if something hurt
Jungkook.
YUMIN
Or someone😑
YOONGI
Yumin, all we can do is wait until Jungkook wants to start talking
YUMIN
You guys can fucking wait, but I'm not going to sit around and let
him deal with this on his own
JIMIN
Yumin...
Seen by YOONGI, TAEHYUNG
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐬🔥
YUMIN
Give me a second to cool off, but I need to talk
to you both
YUMIN
It's important
YUMIN
Freya, are you awake?
FREYA
You know me, I'm never one to sleep early
FREYA
What do you need sis?
YUMIN
Malachi👀
KIANA
I'm on my lunch break; what's up?
FREYA
You're at work? It's a Sunday
KIANA
I took Friday off, so now I gotta make up for it💀
KIANA
What'd you need, Yumin?
YUMIN
I need you guys to do some snooping for me
YUMIN
I'll give you their Twitter @ but I'm blocked
KIANA
Let me guess?
KIANA
You want us to snoop on Rachel's profile
YUMIN
Yes, I do
YUMIN
Look, Jungkook isn't well, and I have a feeling
that she has something to do with it
YUMIN
What if she actually hurt him?👀
FREYA
I mean, they were getting pretty close at work,
even before you realized she was THAT Rachel
YUMIN
Exactly
YUMIN
So, what if she crafted some fucking plan in
that fucked up head of hers to hurt Jungkook?
KIANA
Yumin, no offense, but I think YOU'RE a little
fucked up in the head
FREYA
Wow👀
FREYA
Kind of harsh, Ki
KIANA
I'm sorry, but do you know how ridiculous you sound?
KIANA
Rachel creating a whole rouse to hurt Jungkook
KIANA
And, for what?
KIANA
Just for the hell of it?
YUMIN
YES
YUMIN
Kiana, you don't know Rachel like I do
YUMIN
She's sick. Very sick!
YUMIN
I don't know what goes on in her head, but she
enjoys hurting people for her own pleasure
YUMIN
It's like a game for her😟
YUMIN
Even though she loved Yura, she would hurt him too
YUMIN
And, I think it was to hurt me...
KIANA
So...what?
KIANA
She kidnapped Jungkook and fucked with his head
before releasing him and letting him come home??
KIANA
That doesn't make any sense
FREYA
Well, not when you say it like that
FREYA
But, she could have done SOMETHING
KIANA
I seriously doubt it, you guys🤦🏻♀️
YUMIN
Fine...
YUMIN
Freya, will you help me?
FREYA
You know I got your back, kid😊
FREYA
Text me Rachel's @ on Twitter and then give
me a few days
YUMIN
Rightie-ho :)
KIANA
🙄
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I tapped my foot restlessly against my ankle, staring out into the darkness of my bedroom. I longed for sleep to come and find me, but it seemed pointless to try and rest when Jungkook was down the hall in a state of silent panic and distress. All I could think of was Rachel harming him in some way; threats, weapons, texts, images, manipulation to make her seem like the good guy. Sex.
Sex. What if they slept together? What if Jungkook was only upset because he had a part to play in this whole situation, and he knew he was in the wrong for something? He was panicking simply over the idea of being caught, of being guilty. He's guilty. He's guilty. He's not guilty. It's Rachel. It's all Rachel's fault!
I huffed in frustration, turning to bury my face against my pillow. I just wanted to sleep comfortingly for one night, just one, before all hell broke loose. Every time I thought I could have a peaceful moment in life, something had to swoop in a shake the cradle that held my silent head.
Fuck's sake, Rachel why'd you have to come back?
My mattress dipped heavily behind me, jerking me to a start as I whipped my head back over my shoulders. In the darkened room, I couldn't make out the features enough to identify the man behind me, but my nerves settled as I turned over on my back. An arm slinked hesitantly around my waist, pulling me close with an exhausted sigh.
"Wha-"
"It's me. It...It's just me, angel."
"Jungkook!"
I pushed myself quickly onto my elbows, peering down at the brunet with disbelief. My heart hammered in my chest, my voice getting lodged in my throat as all my panicked thoughts threatened to spill past my lips.
"Ar-Are you okay? What happened this morning? Did something happen to you? Was it Ra-"
"Angel, please." Jungkook's voice wavered so much that I immediately sealed my mouth shut, settling back against my pillows. Even through the darkness, I stared at the brunet with wide eyes, trying to match my breathing with his as he pulled me closer. He flipped me on my side, curling up against my back and pressing his forehead against the nape of my neck. "I don't wanna talk about it."
"I'm sorry, Jungkook. It's just- I-I'm worried about you. Are you sick? D-Do you need me to do anything-"
"Yumin."
The anger lacing the brunet's once sweet, gentle voice made shivers race down my spine. I sat frigidly with his arm hooked securely around the front of my stomach, his breathing heavy and hot on the skin of my neck. I knew I shouldn't have pushed so many questions on him so soon, tiny tears pricking the corners of my eyes as I cautiously tugged at his long index finger.
"Sorry," I mumbled nervously, feeling too unnerved to try and lay a finger against Jungkook's fair skin. I hadn't expected to hear such fury in the two syllables of my name and yet the maknae behind me had managed to rattle me with just that. Whatever had happened was really bothering him and I had to respect that he didn't want to discuss it so soon.
"I-I'm here if... whenever you're ready to talk, Koo."
Jungkook cuddled close against my backside, resting his chin against my shoulder. It felt so good to have him so close again, but I could sense the heavy cloud that was residing around his head.
"Let's just sleep...p-please, angel?"
I nodded, afraid my voice would waver if I tried to speak again. My eyes fluttered closed, breathing matching the rise and fall of Jungkook's chest as he released a shuddering sigh. Neither of us managed to fall asleep in the first half-hour of restless twitching, but by the time an hour ticked past, Jungkook had finally slipped into a peaceful rest. Every so often, he would whimper under his breath, squeezing my waist for reassurance before calming down. I listened to him helplessly, wondering what was reeling around in his head while he slept, my silence finally luring me to a numbing rest.
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I was startled awake by Jungkook's violent twitching, my vision fuzzy as I tried to focus on the digital clock on my nightstand. 2:18 AM. I flipped around, eyes darting back and forth in the darkness as I tried to zero in on the maknae, feeling my hand brush against his side as he whimpered nervously.
"Baby," I hissed, the sleep building up around my eyes making it painful to keep them open. "Jungkook?"
My mattress made a slightly muffle squeak, drawn-out slowly as the brunet moaned under his breath. I felt my heart rate quicken at the sound as I tried to depict whether it was from pain or pleasure, pushing myself upright to peer down at him.
"Jungkoo-"
"Ra- Mmh-" The brunet's shoulders shuddered as he pressed back against the bed, panting under his breath. "Rach-"
Oh my God. I stared, dumbfounded, at the man in front of me, cursing myself over and over in my head as I silently begged him not to finish that name. Jungkook's leg seized up, jerking beneath the covers as his hips slightly bucked upwards. Please, please, please don't. Anything but. Rachet. Rachises. Rachillae, anything but-
Jungkook mumbled drowsily under his breath, his hips moving from side to side as a gentle whine slipped past his lips. "Rachel."
I felt revolted at the sound of her name on his lips, slipping off his tongue so silkily as he rolled onto his side. Muffled whimpers escaped the maknae's throat, sniffling against my pillows as he began crying. My shock and disgust slowly turned into pity, hearing Jungkook sobbing gently as he tried to hide his face from view. Slowly, I reached out against the voice in my head telling me to get up and leave, brushing my hand over his shoulder as I whispered his name.
"Jungkook? Jungkook."
The brunet's crying quieted down until it was simply hitched breathing. He turned over onto his other side so that he didn't have to face me. By the way his breathing wavered as he tried to calm himself down, I could tell he had woken up. I leaned over his shoulder, drawing my hand down his arm to lace over his tattooed hand.
"Hey. Hey, what's wrong? Jungkook?"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen, Yumin."
"For what to happen? Jungkook, look at me. Stop crying, baby, please?"
Baby. I wanted to take it back as soon as I said it, but Jungkook rolled over to curl against my stomach, crying softly into my shirt as his arms hooked behind my waist. I was locked in his embrace, forced to slither down against my bed and hold him against me. His shoulders shook as he fought to maintain steady breathing, eyes screwed shut in the dark to try and stop more tears from falling.
Jungkook continued to mutter over and over again that he was sorry, refusing to say anything but. I simply sat, running my hand up and down his back to soothe him, all while my own thoughts pestered me, making me want to throw a fit and slam my fists against his chest until one of us bled. Maybe I was hearing things; maybe this was a dream. I'd wake up in the morning with no recollection of this interaction. I'd wake up and Jungkook would be back to his joyous, introverted self, and I could walk about these halls without Rachel's name hanging over my head like the blade of a guillotine.
But, I had heard it. I'd heard Jungkook moan her name as softly as he had mine, but this time it didn't bring butterflies to my stomach. It brought unease and pain.
What if I was right?
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I'm switching updates to Tuesday's and Thursday's just to get chapters out to you guys quicker. I'm very impatient when it comes to waiting about for a single day throughout the week to publish chapters, so you all get spoiled with two updates weekly instead of one. Let's hope I don't forget or get too distracted and actually stick to a proper schedule this time haha. 😅