"So, what do you know about Y/N?" Jungkook asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.
Keith chuckled on the other end of the line. "Ah, Y/N, the feisty one. I must say, she's quite the interesting character. But if you're looking for her backstory, I can give you a glimpse."
Jungkook leaned forward, his heart pounding in his chest. He needed to know, needed to understand the reasons behind Y/N's guarded demeanor.
"Her father," Keith continued, "he took some third-party loans to treat her mother's illness. Unfortunately, her mother didn't make it, and her father couldn't pay back the money."
Jungkook's grip on the phone tightened. The weight of the revelation hit him hard, stirring up a storm of emotions within him. Guilt washed over him like a tidal wave as he realized that he hadn't once considered the pain and struggle Y/N had endured.
"Her father... he ran away, leaving Y/N and her sister all alone," Keith added, his tone devoid of sympathy. "That's when Yoongi, your dear friend and tormentor, entered the picture.
" He took a liking to her, as you can imagine, but we all know Yoongi's dubious character. She became his plaything, at least until she stole money and ran away."
Jungkook's fists clenched, his jaw tightening with anger. The mere thought of Yoongi's predatory behavior toward Y/N sent a surge of unexplained rage coursing through his veins. He couldn't bear to think of her suffering, her desperate escape from a life of torment.
"Why do you want to know so much about her?" Keith's voice interrupted Jungkook's thoughts. "I hope you're not getting yourself involved, Jungkook. Yoongi has declared that she's his, and he's not one to back down. When he becomes obsessive, he gets out of control."
A growl escaped Jungkook's lips as his protective instincts kicked in. "She's nobody's," he spat, his voice laced with determination. "And I don't care what Yoongi thinks. I need to know where he was last seen."
Keith sighed on the other end of the line, sensing Jungkook's unwavering resolve. "Last I heard, he was seen around Y/N's place," Keith admitted cautiously. "Probably there to collect money, and he was drunk. Jungkook, be careful. Yoongi is unpredictable."
Fear and protectiveness surged within Jungkook like a tidal wave. He had never felt such a rush of emotions before, the overwhelming need to ensure Y/N's safety and well-being. Without a second thought, he grabbed his keys and rushed out of his apartment, heart pounding in his chest.
As he revved his motorcycle's engine and sped through the streets, his mind raced with thoughts of Y/N. He couldn't bear the idea of anything happening to her, of her enduring another moment of pain or fear. It was a foreign feeling for him, caring so deeply for someone, but it consumed him entirely.
Finally, he arrived at her place, a sense of urgency propelling him forward. And then, he heard it - a blood-curdling scream emanating from the door. Without hesitation, he sprinted toward the sound, his normally cautious nature overridden by an unexplainable fear.
Was this how it felt to care for someone so deeply? The thought flashed through Jungkook's mind as he burst through the door, adrenaline coursing through his veins.
He felt sick to his stomach as he saw Yoongi on top of y/n, her clothes disheveled and her eyes filled with fear.
Yoongi stood there, a twisted smile on his face, while Y/N trembled in fear.
Jungkook's eyes locked onto Yoongi, a primal growl escaping his throat. In that moment, he felt like a force of nature, a protector unleashed. He didn't think, he didn't hesitate - he launched himself at Yoongi with a ferocity that surprised even himself.
/20 minutes ago/
You froze not expecting yoongi to be inside your home, his breath reeking of alcohol. Instinctively, you took a step back, wary of his drunken demeanor. You could tell that he was in no condition to be out in public, let alone be in your presence.
As he turned to look at you, you tried to keep your voice level and calm. "What are you doing here?" you whispered, hoping to avoid any potential conflict. But as he began to speak, it became apparent that he was in no mood to talk things out.
" why don't you first tell me what the hell were doing at Jeon Jungkook place? "
The man's growl is so guttural, it feels like it reverberates through your entire body. You try to steady your breathing, but it's difficult with his red, bloodshot eyes boring into you. It's like he's a predator and you're his prey. You take a step back, feeling the coolness of the wall behind you.
You try to keep your cool as you hear his voice getting louder and more aggressive. "It's none of your business," you say, holding onto the wall for support. Your mind races as you search for something, anything, that you could use to defend yourself. But as you scan the room, you realize that there's nothing within reach.
" you b*tch! Just ANSWER ME! " he screams as he scatters the bottles from the table making you flinch.
" why did you come out of his place wearing his DAMN COAT ??!
You can feel your frustration bubbling to the surface as you stare at him, the audacity of his presence in your home, uninvited and unwelcome. The air thick with tension, you can't help but scoff at him, your patience wearing thin with every passing moment.
"Don't tell me this is why you came all the way to my house," you retort sharply, your voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. His expression is unreadable, and for a moment, you think you might have gotten through to him. But then he opens his mouth to speak, and you can tell from the look on his face that his words won't be what you want to hear.
"Don't tell me you actually like me?" you taunt, unable to resist the opportunity to take a jab at him. The words are laced with a hint of venom, and you can feel the thrill of the moment coursing through your veins.
But then, as you continue to watch him, something shifts. His expression darkens, and you can see a hint of anger boiling beneath the surface. You can't help but push even further.
"Don't tell me all this is because I broke your little heart," you say with a sinister tone. As the words roll off your tongue, you can see the anger and pain in his eyes. His face contorts with emotion, and he loses control.
As he reaches out to grab your hair, you feel his rough hand wrap around the strands, pulling you closer to him. The sudden pressure causes a sharp pain to radiate throughout your scalp, but you manage to keep your composure, refusing to show any sign of weakness
His voice, deep and menacing, sends shivers down your spine as he makes his intentions clear.
"Let's see how long you talk like that," he says, his words laced with a hint of malice.
You feel an instant jolt of panic surge through your body. You feel a familiar warmth spread from your throat to your chest, and then it reaches your stomach causing your insides to tighten. It's that feeling that you've been trying so desperately to avoid these past few weeks.
Yet, you grab his arm that is holding on to your hair and look at him defiantly. He's not going to win, not this time. "I'm not afraid of you anymore."
He looks into your eyes with a level of ferocity that is frightening. You twist his arm, giving a kick to his shin, then another. "That's what you get for coming into my house," you say through gritted teeth, "and grabbing my hair."
You need to get out of the house first, before he starts to act upon whatever sick idea that is running through his mind. You take a few steps back towards the front door but then pause when he pulls on your hair again, bringing you closer to him.
" You know what? I'm done waiting. I'll take it by force if I have to," As his hand tightens on your shoulder, you feel a surge of fear mixed with anger. How dare he think he can just take what he wants?
You push against his chest with all your strength, but he's too strong and doesn't budge. His lips inch closer until they're almost touching yours, but you turn your head to the side, avoiding his kiss. His frustration boils over and he shoves you hard against the wall, making you gasp in pain.
You feel disoriented for a moment as your head hits the wall, feeling him draw out his knife to slice at the fabric of your top. But as he pulls his face closer to you, something in you snaps. It's not fear; it's not anxiety.
It's anger, pure unadulterated rage that has been pent up inside of you for weeks. The anger rises swiftly, becoming stronger and stronger with each passing second. In a flash, your brain kicks into action, and you release all control over your body.
As he pulls away, your arm shoots forward, catching him in the stomach, sending him flying backwards onto the ground.
As his knife skitters across the floor, you feel a sense of satisfaction course through you. You know this isn't just about taking back control anymore; it's about stopping him from doing anything else.
You stare down at him, looking at his bloodied face and bruised lips.
"that was a low blow, even for you yoongi," you growl before running towards the door. But before you can make it outside, you feel a rod hit your back, pushing you down onto your knees.
It takes you a moment to realize that he's grabbed an iron railing from one of the chairs nearby. " I'm not done yet," he says as he bends over you, pinning your arms above your head. He takes advantage of your immobility to push his face into yours, forcing you to take in his sour breath.
"I want a proper apology."
His words make you flinch as you try to resist, but the force that is being exerted on your arms is too much for you to keep up.
You struggle to stand, trying to twist out of his grip, but then he slaps you across the face, sending your head reeling. His breath reeks of alcohol as his nose grazes against your cheek.
" a low blow from me? I guess you don't know how degenerate I really am." he says as his hand squeezes tighter around your shoulder.
You feel his lips on your ear, feeling a rush of disgust course through your body at the idea of being touched by him. " let go you bastard, " you whimper. The iron rod falls to the floor, and you feel his hand slide down your arm, caressing your skin.
"I'm not going to let you go until I get what I want," he whispers as he pushes himself closer, his breath tickling your cheek.
" just let me go..." you growls through gritted teeth, wanting so badly to get out of his grasp.
" you can't-you can't do-"
shit, you felt tears pried from your eyes as fear rushes through your veins. "just let me go." you scream.
This wasn't the yoongi you knew. He was bad, greedy and selfish, but this wasn't him. This was something else, a part of his personality that you were never prepared for.
Something that had been lying dormant beneath his surface all this time. And now, it's rearing its ugly head. You feel panic rise through you, making your body shake uncontrollably.
You struggle even harder, pushing against his hold, but he's too strong. Your movements only seem to excite him further, and as the tension in your muscles increases, you feel a sense of hopelessness wash over you.
Then suddenly, you hear the door open behind you, and you startle at the sound.
Only to find yourself face to face with a man standing in the doorway. You're so shocked by what's happening before you that it takes a moment for you to realize who he is.
Jeon Jungkook
He seems just as startled as you. His eyes are wide, and his face contorts into an expression of utter shock.
You feel Yoongi tense up, and then he begins to laugh, an eerie cackle that causes goosebumps to erupt across your skin.
" Jeon Jungkook? This bastard even know where you live?" he laughs, still pinning your arms above your head. " did you let him f**k you-" his words are cut short as Jungkook's fist smacks right into his face. The force of his punch is enough to send him flying backwards, knocking over the chair that he was sitting on.
As you felt Jungkook's arms wrap around you, you were overwhelmed by the familiar scent of his cologne.
Suddenly, your eyes blinked open, and you were momentarily blinded by the sudden flash of lightning. You could feel the rain pelting down on you, each drop heavy and cold against your skin.
You saw Jungkook's face, contorted in concern, before your vision turned dark once again. The only sense you had left was the sound of your own breathing, as you drifted off into unconsciousness.
***
As your eyes flutter open, the world swims into focus, blurred and distorted. You feel the dampness of rain-soaked clothes clinging to your skin, a chilling reminder of the events that just unfolded. Disoriented and shaken, you struggle to make sense of your surroundings.
"Y/N, hey, it's me. Can you hear me?" Jungkook's voice breaks through the haze, his concern evident. He reaches out, gently shaking your shoulder, urging you to wake up fully.
You try to sit up, but a wave of panic crashes over you, threatening to pull you under. The memories of Yoongi's torment flood back, and your heart races in your chest. Breathless and overwhelmed, you gasp for air, your body trembling.
Jungkook's voice cuts through the chaos, calm and reassuring. "Breathe, Y/N. Take deep breaths. You're safe now. Just focus on your breathing."
You struggle to comply, your shallow breaths gradually deepening as Jungkook's words seep into your consciousness. Through the fog of fear, you manage to stammer
"Call m-my s-sister," you manage to say, your voice trembling. "Tell her n-not to come home." you stumble out her number
Jungkook nods, his eyes filled with concern. "Okay, I'll do that right now. Just try to stay calm, Y/N."
You feel a sense of relief wash over you as he sends the message, knowing that your sister won't walk into a dangerous situation.
The pain in your body becomes more noticeable now, aching in every muscle and bone. You wince, a sharp pang shooting through your back, where Yoongi had struck you with a rod. Jungkook's eyes narrow, noticing your discomfort.
But before he could say anything, you interrupted him. " what were doing there?," you ask, keeping your voice low. " what... What did you do to him?" you ask, eyeing Jungkook's bloody knuckles.
He stares at you for a moment, as if trying to decipher your meaning before nodding slowly.
" I saw him on top of you. You looked like you-" Jungkook clenched his teeth as he tried to control the emotions threatening to take over his face. " I couldn't let him get away with it."
"you shouldn't have gotten involved if you can't handle what comes next," you snap, the fear and frustration rising within you. You don't want to drag him into the chaos of your life, especially when it puts him at risk.
" Let me worry about that," But Jungkook's expression doesn't waver. He meets your gaze, his eyes determined. "And I know why you're running away from him," he says quietly. " I can help,"
" ah, so is it pity or guilt?" you huff, trying to ignore the surge of warmth that rushes through your veins. As you stare at Jungkook, you can feel the emotions swirling inside you.
Fear, anxiety, and a hint of hope all mix together, leaving you feeling overwhelmed. You've been hurt before, burned by people who claimed to care about you only to turn their backs when things got tough.
The thought of opening your heart to someone again terrifies you. So you keep your walls up, your guard high, even as you feel your resolve slipping.
" you--," you stop mid-sentence, as you feel a towel on top of your head, dousing you in water. " this should help," Jungkook says softly. You frown as he ignores your sharp words, carefully wiping off any excess water from your hair and face.
" you'll catch cold if you don't get off these clothes," he says, giving you a disapproving look. You feel your cheeks flush, your eyes darting away from him.
You didn't expect this reaction. You were half expecting him to be angry with you for snapping at him or not being grateful enough for saving you. You weren't sure what else to expect, but what is happening now feels completely out of the blue.
" I did it because I care," he says, his voice low as he turns to face you again. You notice that his jaw is stiffer than usual. His forehead creases slightly.
He takes another step forward, close enough that you can see the strain in his shoulders. " it's not something I'm used to," he admits quietly. You noticed Jungkook hands were still covered in blood from punching Yoongi.
It didn't seem to bother him, but you couldn't help but be distracted by the sight of the red streaks across his knuckles and wrists.
" I don't know how to explain it." His words are said so quietly, you almost miss them. He glances away as he continues speaking.
" I'm used to surviving alone, having no one to rely on or take care of except myself. If anything, I've been running away for a long time."
" like me," you whisper.
Jungkook turns around, and his expression is blank for a moment before softening with understanding. " yeah, like you."
His voice is quiet, hesitant. The air between the two of you seems charged with emotion, yet neither of you move, caught in your own private moment. You feel your breath quicken and swallow hard.
After a few moments, Jungkook clears his throat, breaking the silence. He looks you square in the eyes, searching. " Y/N?"
You inhale, steeling yourself to say whatever comes out of your mouth. But nothing does. You feel suddenly overwhelmed, not knowing where to start or end, unsure about anything.
" I can't believe he did that. It's stupid more that I say it out loud but still, I was so scared. He was going to..." You trail off as your words die out.
" There was a time when I kind of liked him. I thought he'd save me from this hell.."
"Not realising that he was hell himself."
" I can't believe I was so stupid. How did I fall for his lies?"
" you didn't. That's why you ran away, didn't you? You knew better. You knew it would only get worse."
" and it was pretty smart move taking his money and ran off, " he says, his tone dry. You both chuckle lightly before the mood shifts, and the seriousness of the situation is suddenly clear.
You exhale, looking down, unable to meet his gaze.
" you should get changed and we have to treat these wounds, " Jungkook says quietly. He gestures to your back, and you feel a wave of embarrassment rush through you.
" Just give me the kit, I'll do it m-myself," you mutter, turning away from him.
" let me do it" Jungkook shifts. " Thise wounds on your back won't be easy to clean, and you could get an infection. Let me help you"
" I'll manage it myself," you say stubbornly, refusing to make eye contact with him.
" stop acting stubborn, Y/N. You're injured."
"Let me take care of your wounds," he says softly, his touch both gentle and firm. Frustration wells up within you, and in a moment of defiance, you strip off your wet top, revealing the bruises that marked your skin.
Jungkook's cheeks flush with embarrassment, stammering, "That's not what I meant."
" I thought you wanted to clean my wounds, the top would be in the way". You shrug, and Jungkook hesitantly reaches out, touching your back gently.
You press your lip, keeping your eyes focused on the floor. The sound of him shift beside you, and the tension that builds. You're aware of his presence, his closeness, the heat emanating from his body.
You feel his fingers on your skin, moving down your spine. Your heart skips a beat as his fingers trace the curve of your back. You flinch when you felt a sharp pain, and he stops, his hands hovering over the wound.
"This isn't going to be fun."
He then proceeds to apply pressure and gently rub the area, applying antiseptic cream. The cool gel relieves some of the pain and discomfort and you breathe a sigh of relief.
You can feel the warmth of jungkook's body as he leans in to finish the bandage, his breath tickling the back of your neck.
"that bastard," he mutters under his breath but you hear him, his voice low and angry. He doesn't speak for a moment before he asks, "I...came on time, right? He didn't do-" he trails off, biting his lip. " he didn't do anything else?"
You shake your head, your cheeks flaming with color, "no, he just hit me with a rod."
Jungkook grunts, his eyebrows arch, his eyes dark with anger.
" I don't want to think about him getting his hands on you again." He moves his hand away from your body and grabs the towel from your head, dabbing it against your face and neck.
" I don't want to think about it either. I want to forget about him and all his nasty ways, " you say, your voice low.
" you're injured too," you take his hand, holding it in yours. " you didn't kill him, did you?" you said in a light tone despite the heaviness in your heart.
" I barely held back, " he grunts, squeezing your hand tight. " I've never been so furious in all my life."
" I was terrified, Jungkook. He had so much power over me. If you hadn't shown up when you did... ," you trail off.
" you're a strong woman, " Jungkook says quietly, staring at you.
" You're a good man, Jungkook, " you say softly. You don't know why you feel so compelled to reassure him, but you do. You've tried to put him in the same box as yoongi but he's not like that. He cares, and you can see it in his eyes. His eyes are too gentle for that.
Jungkook hesitates, turning his face away from you. " I hardly believe that now," he mutters. You take his hand to wrap a bandage around his hand.
" I don't think anybody is inherently bad. You choose to be a good person, you choose to be a bad one." you say, meeting his gaze.
" You made a choice help me learn how to fight. You chose to teach me self defense. You chose to save my life. You made a choice to be with me," you say
The silence hangs heavy, charged with unspoken words and the memory of the brief kiss that still lingers on your lips. The newfound vulnerability you feel around him is both exhilarating and terrifying.
You look the bruises on his hands, evidence of the fight he endured to protect you. Concern wells up within you, and you reach out to take his injured hand gently in yours.
"Let me take care of you." you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
Jungkook's eyes widen slightly at your touch, his gaze locking with yours. There's a mix of surprise and something deeper, a raw emotion that flickers in his eyes. Wordlessly, he nods, his hand trembling ever so slightly as he offers it to you.
The air crackles with anticipation as you carefully unwind the bandages, your fingertips brushing against his skin. The touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but notice the way his breath catches at the contact.
With focused intent, you clean his wounds and expertly apply fresh bandages. The closeness between you is palpable, the air thick with unspoken desire. Each touch, each movement, is laden with a mix of tenderness and longing.
As you finish securing the bandage, a surge of awareness washes over you. You suddenly become acutely aware of your own state of undress, having removed your top in annoyance earlier, leaving you in only your inner clothes.
A blush creeps up your cheeks, and you avert your gaze, the proximity between you now almost unbearable.
Jungkook chuckles softly, breaking the tense silence. "Getting shy now, Y/N?" he teases, his voice a gentle rasp.
You huff in response, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. "It's not like you haven't seen me in worse situations," you mumble, though the memory of the kiss you shared flashes through your mind, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions.
Jungkook's eyes darken slightly, a hint of something more intense flickering within them. "True," he says, his voice husky.
The room feels charged with electricity, a magnetic pull drawing you closer to him. The desire to bridge the gap between you becomes almost overwhelming, and you lean in, your lips mere inches away from his.
Your heart is hammering inside your chest, a mix of anticipation and nervousness churning within you.
You feel Jungkook's fingers brush against your cheekbone, the soft pressure of his thumb on your skin sending a jolt through you. He pauses, as if waiting for you, the silence heavy in the air.
Slowly, you part your lips, letting out an unsteady breath and meeting his gaze. His hand moves back to your face, gently pulling you toward him.
His lips are warm, their touch feather light. He grazes his teeth over your lip before kissing you softly. Your eyes flutter closed, his taste sweet, exotic. It was cautions, tender, gentle.
Strangely you found an unfamiliar comfort in this tenderness. It was delicate and fragile, as if he were trying to avoid shattering what could be nothing more than a fragile moment.
He breaks away from your lips, staring at you with a mixture of yearning and uncertainty in his eyes.
" I-" he stammers, the words caught in his throat.
But just as the moment hangs suspended in time, a sudden jarring sound breaks the spell-the ring of a doorbell. Startled, you pull back, your heart racing as the interruption forces you to regain your composure.
Jungkook's voice echoed through the quiet room as he pointed towards the bathroom. "Ah, there are spare clothes in there," he said, his voice deep and husky.
He continued, "And don't come out until I say so. I dunno who could be at this time." You could almost hear the caution in his voice, a warning of danger lurking outside. You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of urgency as you quickly made your way to the bathroom.
Your close the door behind, your mind still reeling from the nearness of what could have been. Without a word, you rush into the bathroom, needing a moment to collect yourself, the sound of your pounding heart filling your ears.
As you stand in front of the mirror, you take a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions within you. The realization of your growing attachment for Jungkook becomes undeniable, but you know you can't..
You get changed, attempting to gather yourself after the interrupted moment with Jungkook, you suddenly hear a knock on the door followed by Jungkook's voice calling out to you.
Your heart skips a beat, unsure of what could be happening outside. With hesitant steps, you open the door and are met with a sight that leaves you stunned-your sister, Seon hye, stands before you, her face twisted in anger.
"What the hell happened?" she demands, her voice laced with concern and frustration. Her eyes scan your body, taking in the bruises and wounds that mar your skin. Worry etches itself onto her features, her concern outweighing her anger.
You try to find your words, the sudden appearance of your sister catching you off guard. "Seon hye, I..." you begin, your voice wavering slightly. "It's Yoongi. He's... Been tormenting me and he finally attached me"
Her gaze narrows, and she steps closer, her anger now clearly apparent in her body language. "Yoongi? That bastard? What do mean tormenting you? Why am I hearing this now?" she seethes, her fists clenching at her sides.
"I-," you stutter, your voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and frustration.
Seon hye's expression softens momentarily, her anger momentarily eclipsed by concern. "We'll talk about this later ," she says, her voice gentler now. "We're leaving. You can't stay here with Jungkook."
Seon hye's eyes harden as she looks at you, "We can't go back to the house. It's not safe," she says firmly. "We'll stay at the sauna for a few days. It'll give us time to figure things out."
You nod, "Okay, let's go,"
Jungkook, who has been observing the interaction, speaks up. "That sounds like a better plan," he interjects, his voice a mixture of concern and caution. "But please, be vigilant. Yoongi won't let this go easily. Though he might be quite for days, if the way I beat-" he pauses.
Seon hye glances at Jungkook, her eyes narrowing slightly before she turns her attention back to you. The tension in the air is palpable, a silent understanding passing between the two of them.
You take one last look at Jungkook, uncertainty flickering in your eyes, before you turn to follow Seon hye. The weight of the situation hangs heavy in your heart, but you find solace in the fact that you're not alone.
But then who does Jungkook have...?
*****
Namjoon stands in front of the hospital bed, his eyes cold and determined as he gazes at Yoongi, who lies injured and vulnerable. Machines hum softly, their rhythmic beeps providing a steady backdrop to the tension-filled atmosphere.
With a low, dangerous voice, Namjoon speaks, his words laced with anger. "Who did this to you, Yoongi? Tell me their name. I'll make sure they pay for what they've done."
"Jeon Jungkook."
Namjoon's brows furrow in surprise and curiosity. Jungkook's name is not unfamiliar to him, but he never expected him to be the one responsible for Yoongi's current state.
He leans closer to Yoongi, his voice low and demanding, "Jungkook? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it was him."
"He will regret crossing us," Namjoon grunts, his voice dripping with determination. "No one hurts our own and gets away with it. I'll make sure Jungkook pays for this."
"Make him pay,"