CONTAINS ANGST, FLUFF, BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF ABUSE, LITTLE SPACE, CHOKING KINK & STRONG LANGUAGE
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A chill ran up Jungkook's spine, forcing him to curl closer around the body in his arms. He sniffled quietly, his nose stuffy from crying the previous night. The look of worry and despair on Yumin's face wouldn't leave his mind, making him wish he hadn't cried in front of her. But, if he hadn't, she wouldn't have helped him. The prior night allowed them to let each other into their hearts, if only a little bit. Jungkook smiled sleepily, slipping his hand under Yumin's shirt to brush against her bare stomach, feeling her body rise and fall with each breath. She whimpered under her breath, arching her back against him. Yumin tilted her head back against Jungkook's shoulder, mumbling something unintelligible under her breath. A chuckle slipped past Jungkook's lips as he leaned into her touch, tucking his hand beneath her. He lay quietly with her, careful not to wake the sleeping brunette.
"Then let me in." Jungkook sighed comfortably as Yumin's voice bounced around his head. Most of the doubt that had clouded his thoughts seemed to vanish overnight, colorful buds of hope blossoming about his head.
"Jungkook," Yumin whined nervously, fisting the couch cushion beneath her. Jungkook pushed himself up to his hands, staring down her with wide eyes. The brunette had her eyes shut tightly, her breathing growing uneven as she continued to fret in her sleep. A pained moan slipped past her lips as she slowly curled in on herself.
"Yumin?" Jungkook muttered, gently sliding his hand over her shoulder. "Yumin-ah?"
"No. Please, s-s-stop."
Jungkook pulled his arm back quickly, thinking Yumin was addressing him. Her eyes were still shut tight. Tears began to slip down her cheeks, dampening the cushion beneath her. Jungkook leaned forward, gently turning her on her back. The brunette whimpered restlessly, her teeth grit as she reached out and latched on to Jungkook's torso.
"Yura," she mewled, clinging to Jungkook anxiously. "No."
"Yumin!" Jungkook growled. "Yumin-ah, wake up."
"Kook," she groaned, eyes still shut.
Jungkook gently wrapped his hands around Yumin's shoulders and shook her awake. She sat bolt upright, eyes wide as she stared at Jungkook. Tears dribbled down her face as she hesitantly wrapped her arms around Jungkook's torso, burying her head against his neck. Jungkook wrapped her tightly in his embrace, pulling her against his chest, feeling a tremor wrack her whole body.
"What happened? Are you alright?" Jungkook murmured, pressing his face against hers.
Yumin nodded against his neck, hugging him tightly. She kept her mouth closed, refusing to close her eyes. Jungkook glanced down at her, running his hand over the back of her head before cupping her face in his palms. Softly, he brushed to tears off her face, pressing their foreheads together. "You're not gonna talk to me?" Jungkook questioning, feeling his heartbeat quicken nervously. Yumin shook her head, averting her gaze to her hands, clasped tightly against the front of Jungkook's shirt.
Yumin's silence caused a bit of doubt to slip back into Jungkook's mind, scrambling his thoughts. She doesn't trust you, Jungkook. That's why she's not talking. Just let go of her. The brunet shook those thoughts irritably from his head, but he couldn't shake them completely. He sighed testily, gently running his fingers down her back and under her shirt. Yumin leaned into his touch almost needily, slipping her hands up and around his neck.
"You can trust me, angel," Jungkook murmured. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
Yumin's hold around his neck tightened securely, her legs softly brushing against his. "I k-know," she stuttered, Jungkook watching her calmly. "It was j-just a nightmare."
"That involved Yura?"
She flinched at the sound of his name. Jungkook pressed his lips against the top of her head, the brunette peering up at him with wide, teary eyes.
"Don't worry about it."
"Oh, well now I am gonna worry about it. You know that's my line; only I can use it."
Yumin exhaled youthfully, nuzzling closer to Jungkook, her legs slipping over his. Jungkook pulled the brunette onto his lap, leaning against the couch and draping his arms across her hips. She watched Jungkook calmly, her gaze slowly beginning to warm.
"You wanna tell me what happened?" Jungkook prodded lightly, offering a soft smile.
Yumin nodded, gently wrapping her hand around Jungkook's index finger. Jungkook grinned softly at how cute the small gesture seemed, gently wrapping his larger hand around her smaller one. "Promise not to laugh at me?" she mumbled, her gaze glued to their hands.
Jungkook shook his head, leaning forward to press a kiss against her forehead. "I promise."
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Min Yura stomped into our bedroom, yanking his belt from out of its loops and tossing it on the floor. I watched him silently, my back as straight as a pole as I clutched my stuffed giraffe against my lap. My nails dug into the fuzzy, pink fur of the giraffe, my nerves jumping anxiously as I watched him trudge over to the bed. He crawled over to me on his knees, roughly grabbing my wrists and pinning them against the headboard.
"Yura," I mumbled. "I can't right now."
"I don't see any reason why you 'can't right now,'" he snapped, squeezing my wrists.
"You're not supposed to do things to me when I'm in-"
"What did I tell you about going into your fucking little space, huh!? Grow up and start acting like a fucking adult. If you keep acting like a kid, I'm gonna have to whoop you like one."
"No. Please, s-s-stop."
Yura lurched forward, pressing his lips roughly against mine. He awkwardly placed himself in front of me, nudging my legs open with his knees and grinding his hips against mine. I whimpered nervously, struggling against his grasp until one of my wrists slipped free. My arm jerked up, slapping Yura across the face. Before I could register what a huge mistake I'd made, I grabbed my giraffe and sprung out from underneath him, bolting to the living room. Just as I rounded the corner, Yura raced after me, latching onto my wrist again. He yanked me back, shoving against the wall with an annoyed groan.
"Yumin-ah," he growled, snatching the giraffe out of my grasp.
"Yura, no!" I lept after the giraffe, standing on the tips of my toes to reach it. Yura held it high above his head, his other hand gripping my waist tightly as he took a step back. I continued to fight against him, reaching for the one part of my childhood that I still possessed.
"You need to learn when to behave!" Yura shouted, pushing hard against my stomach. The amount of force he used slammed me back against the wall. Yura glared down at me angrily, gripping the giraffe's neck tightly. I took a step forward, feeling my lower back tense up as I reached out for the giraffe. Yura shook his head irritably, switching the stuffed animal to his other hand before swinging. He slapped me against the side of the face, my vision growing blurry for a moment. My whole face grew numb, something cold trickling out of my nose as he slapped me again.
"You better keep your ass on the fucking floor Yumin. I'm not in the mood for your shit."
"Y-Yura," I blubbered, wiping the back of my hand across my face, eyes widening as I recognized the sickly color of blood on my skin.
Without another word, Yura yanked the giraffe's head, shredding it into two. Stuffing floated to the floor as he dropped the stuffed animal at my knees, stomping back into the bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind him, casually walking back to the bed as if nothing had happened. I leaned forward, scooping the stuffed animal into my arms as I sobbed quietly. Tears blurred my vision as I buried my face against the smiling animal's neck, my fingers digging into its fur.
"I wanna go h-home," I sobbed, curling into myself on the floor. I felt entirely numb as I clutched onto the two halves of my stuffy, wishing everything had just been a bad dream.
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Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss against my temple, my hands sliding down the front of his stomach. I leaned forward, tucking my head under his chin. His hands slid against the skin of my back hesitantly, gently needing the muscle as he mumbled, "I'm sorry if I scared you."
I shook my head slowly, nuzzling against the side of his face. Jungkook chuckled warmly, his breath hitching in his chest. "You didn't scare me. I normally startle awake when I'm..."
"Dreaming?"
"Yeah."
"Do the others know you have nightmares like this?"
"Only Yoongi. I...I don't want to bother you guys about it."
"Why not?" Jungkook murmured, dragging his hand across my cheek. I looked up at him, feeling my stomach flutter for a moment before I sat upright.
"I didn't want to bother you guys. I thought I could h-handle it on my own."
Jungkook shook his head, pressing his lips against mine. He was slow and considerate, his hands moving to thread through my hair. I felt my hands begin to shake excitedly, a grin breaking out across my face. Jungkook chuckled, gently peppering the side of my face with kisses until I pushed his face away.
"The whole point," he muttered, jerking forward to press a kiss against my cheek, "of us being together-" a kiss on my temple "-is for us to help each other."
I placed my hand lightly over the brunet's mouth, preventing him from kissing me anymore. With a grin, Jungkook drew his tongue over the palm of my hand, eliciting a surprised squeak from me. "Jungkook!" I hissed, wiping my hand on the front of his shirt. Jungkook chuckled, wrapping arms behind my back.
"We're supposed to help each other trust, Yumin. And you should start trusting us with this one little secret of yours; to help all of us in case it happens again."
"I guess," I mumbled shyly, running my nails over my hand. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Jungkook furrowed his brow, tilting his head to the side. "No?"
I bit my bottom lip, thankful that my nightmare hadn't ended up becoming physically dangerous. "Sometimes, I get so caught up in the dream, that I move as if I were reliving it. I've scratched Yura several times; even drew blood once." I paused, drawing a finger over the scar on my temple. "Let's just say I learned to suppress it after a while."
Jungkook growled in the back of his throat, my gaze flicking up nervously to meet his. "If it happens again," he deadpanned, making a chill run up my spine, "tell us. We're not gonna hurt you for something you can't control."
I nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck and lying my chin against his head. Jungkook tucked his head beneath mine, his hair scratching my neck. Footsteps sounded softly from down the hall, followed closely by the excited pitter-patter of claws on the hardwood floor. Looking up, I saw Jimin pad into the living room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. My gaze traveled from his face down to his bare torso. I flushed, nervously looking back down at the back of the couch.
Slowly Jimin blinked the sleep from his eyes, staring out at the two forms on the living room sofa. A smile adorned his pale face as he padded up to the back of the couch, draping his arms over our shoulders.
"Morning, dongsaengs," he trilled, pressing a kiss against the side of Jungkook's face. Jungkook blushed, pulling his head out from beneath my chin and looking up at his hyung sleepily.
"You're awake?"
Jimin shrugged. "It's only 8:40."
"It's only 8:40?" I whined, plopping down on the couch. "Fuck this, I'm going back to sleep."
"Oh, no you don't," Jungkook chuckled, grabbing my wrists and tugging me back up into a sitting position. Just as my spine straightened out, I let myself tilt back to the side, Jungkook's hands latching onto my waist to keep me steady. "Don't go all ragdoll on me, Yumin-ah."
"But, I'm tired," I mumbled, looking back up at Jimin. "Why do you guys wake up early if you never even go to your studio anymore?"
Jimin shrugged, smiling, a deep blush flaring up along his face and neck. "Because then I get more time to see your beautiful faces."
"That's gay, Jimin" Jungkook snorted, tilting his head back against the couch. Jimin chuckled warmly, pressing his lips against Jungkook's. The brunet's laughed against each other; I smiled before pushing myself off of Jungkook's lap and onto the floor. Nari padded up to me, quietly smelling my hand before drenching it with sloppy licks. I gathered her face in my hands, fluffing her fur aggressively. She barked excitedly, bouncing around in front of me before launching herself at my face. I choked on a laugh as she pushed me back onto the ground, drowning my face as she kissed me affectionately.
"Nari, get off!" I stammered, trying hard to not let her tongue slip into my mouth. "Oppa!"
I shut my eyes tightly, listening as Jungkook clicked his tongue; Nari immediately hopped off of me and onto the couch beside the brunet, curling up in a ball and hanging her head over the edge to peer down at me. I narrowed my eyes at her, quickly patting her head before sitting up.
"Gross," I grumbled, drying my face with the bottom of my shirt.
"She's just saying good morning," Jimin chortled, helping me to my feet. I groaned groggily, a grin breaking out across my face. Jimin leaned down and pressed his lips against mine in a quick kiss, muttering a breathy, "Morning," that set a firework off in my stomach.
"Can we order in, hyung?" Jungkook yawned, his stomach grumbling loudly. He flushed, embarrassed, as he glanced up at Jimin.
The brunet rolled his eyes, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "What do you guys want?" he asked, eyes glued to the screen. Jungkook and I flashed each other childish smiles, rambling to Jimin about what we wanted to eat. Jimin nodded, a soft smile adorning his perfect face as he ordered our food. "I'm assuming you guys would like me to make you some coffee too? Or maybe you can do it yourselves?"
Jungkook flashed Jimin with his doe eyes, making the older man blush a deep red. "Can't you just make us coffee, hyung?" he pouted. "We're tired." He held his arms out for me to climb into his lap; I obliged, settling comfortably against him and blinking up at Jimin softly.
"Please?" I joined in, trying my best to hold back my laughter.
Jimin grumbled loudly, Nari's ears flicking in his direction as she glared up at him. "You guys are such babies," he mumbled, smiling warmly as he trotted into the kitchen. Jungkook and I laughed quietly at each other as I slid down onto the couch, curling up against its arm. Jungkook glanced over at Jimin, the brunet busily bouncing around the kitchen in search of a fresh cup of coffee mix, before looking down at me warmly.
"Works every time," he grinned.
"On guys maybe, but you'll never get me."
"Oh?" Jungkook's eyes widened, his bottom lip sticking out as he stared at me with puffy cheeks. "You sure?" he pouted, tilting his head to the side. I admitted, he looked really adorable. I resisted the urge to reach out and pinch his cheeks and ruffle his hair, clutching my hands together tightly.
"Nope. Not gonna get me, Jungkook."
Jungkook sighed, looking up at the ceiling in thought before glancing down at me. "Well, if that didn't phase you-" He drew his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip, watching me lazily. I felt a shiver work its way through my limbs as his demeanor completely shifted. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, leaning towards me with a sly smirk playing at his lips. "Koo?" I murmured. He was close enough to feel his hot breath against my neck, the look on his face completely different than what I was used to.
"Yumin-ah?" he teased, gently biting his lower lip. My eyes anxiously bounced back-and-forth between his mouth and his eyes, his hand slowly sliding up my neck. Jungkook applied gentle pressure against my throat with his thumb; I tilted my head back yieldingly, shutting his eyes securely against his touch. I felt my breathing grow quick, Jungkook's breath still dangerously hot against my face.
"Jung...kook," I muttered heavily, reaching up to splay my hands against his chest. Jungkook chuckled warmly, releasing his hold around my neck and staring down at me. I blinked up at him, feeling my cheeks flush hotly.
"Found your weakness, angel," he smirked, sitting back. I followed after him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Jungkook watched me calmly, his ears flaring a bright red. I watched him for a moment, my eyes slowly widening as I thought about the first time Jungkook had touched me that way. The way his hand had gently wrapped around my neck while we were in my bedroom, his thumb applying pressure to the side of my throat.
I swallowed nervously, Jungkook's gaze softening as he leaned down towards me. "Angel?" he murmured, hooking his finger under my chin. "Angel, are you-"
"You...put your hand...around my neck," I faltered, glancing down at Jungkook's veiny hands.
"I-I'm sorry," he fretted quietly. "I was only joking, because of the last time I-"
"I didn't care," I mumbled, looking back up at the brunet. Jungkook's eyes softened a bit, his hand reaching out to clasp mine. "I let you touch me, even though Yura..." I felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over me as I realized that I trusted Jungkook enough subconsciously to let him handle me a certain way. Yura had always resorted to choking as a display of dominance, to keep me where he wanted. It had always left me with purple marks around my neck, constantly becoming lightheaded from lack of oxygen. But, Jungkook was gentle. I felt safe in his hold, the amount of pressure he applied gentle enough to allow me to breathe, yet hard enough to send a bolt of excitement through my body.
"You trust me?" he pondered, eyes narrowed. I smiled up at Jungkook, nodding happily.
"That doesn't give you the right to choke me every time I'm around you though," I warned, the brunet grinning down at me. Jungkook wrapped me in his embrace, lowering us down on the couch. I draped my arms over his shoulders, threading my fingers through his hair as I pressed a kiss against his nose.
"Why so sudden?" he whispered. "Why do you trust me already?"
"You haven't given me a reason not to trust you."
Jungkook remained quiet, staring down at me calmly. I smiled up at him softly, quietly murmuring, "I trust that you're not going to hurt me like Yura did."
Jungkook nodded, pressing our lips together softly. We smiled against each other, our arms tightening around the other protectively. My phone began buzzing in my pocket and I groaned irritably, continuing to kiss Jungkook. It continued buzzing with incoming text messages, the brunet above me pulling away with a smirk.
"You should probably get that."
"Mmh," I mumbled, settling comfortably against the arm of the couch. Jungkook lay down beside me, his arm wrapped comfortably around my middle as Jimin stumbled into the room with our coffee. He placed them on the nightstand beside my head, sitting down in the corner of the large couch with his own mug tilted up against his lips. He watched me momentarily, our eyes catching before he looked away, sluggishly patting around the couch cushion for the TV remote. Blinking at him casually, I wrapped an arm around Jungkook's shoulders, holding him against me as I clicked on the incoming messages.
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐬🔥
FREYA
My coochie's on FIRE bitch🔥
KIANA
I'm concerned about your health
KIANA
Mentally and physically
FREYA
Physically, I'm fine
FREYA
I'm sexy and pulling like a hooker
FREYA
Mentally though...
FREYA
I'll get back to you on that one
YUMIN
You're interrupting!!😩
FREYA
You can get your ass eaten later, Yumin
FREYA
It's my turn to drop the juicy gossip
KIANA
About your coochie?
FREYA
Yes😋
YUMIN
💀
YUMIN
I was actually just kissing Jungkook, but OKAY
FREYA
Anyways
FREYA
WAIT😳
KIANA
You were kissing JUNGKOOK!?!!?
YUMIN
😗
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I've been looking at my analytics a lot recently, and well...how're the mommy/daddy issues treating you, angels? :3