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⇢˚⋆ ✎ ˎˊ- "BULLY" ┆彡 Bullied!jk x Bully reader [One Shot]

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Plot: ‘Miss Sunshine’ The prestigious title awarded to the kindest student at school. The prize? A scholarship for the college of choice. You got your eyes on the title but there’s just one problem. You’re informed that you’re disqualified and only can join, under one condition, apologize to the kid you bully and leave him alone, but Jungkook is not willing to let you go.

Warnings: Degradation kink, humiliation kink, sexual themes but no smut, bullying, murder, JK jerking off, violence

Admin note: 5K+ almost 6K words, I’m deceased, my fingers- I tried out something new, I hope you guys like it 🥰

You relished in the glares filled with jealousy.

The turned heads, the whispers.

Those bitches better be jealous, you didn’t stand in line sweating your ass off for three hours for nothing.

Your fingers wrapped around the ‘Super Deluxe Pink Grand Luxurious Unicorn Limited Edition’ Cup by your favorite beauty vlogger, in collaboration with Starbucks.

As soon as the older woman announced this limited-edition beverage, you were sold - you had to get your hands on this thing, no matter what.

And you did, along with 999 other lucky fans.

That’s right, in this case, limited edition really did mean limited edition. The vlogger only released 1000 and that’s why you slept in your car on the parking lot of Starbucks last night.

The cold and the constant feeling of being watched were worth it.

You took a sip out of the half-empty cup and turned the corner, skipping in excitement as you were eager to show your best friend, Emily.

But you were abruptly stopped as you crashed into something, someone.

The impact stunned you and the grip on your cup weakened, causing it to fall to the ground and bursting into pieces at the impact of falling onto the tiles.

“My Super Deluxe Pink Grand Luxurious Unicorn Limited Edition Cup!” You gasped as you held your hands on your cheeks as your lips formed into a shocked ‘o’ shape. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the shattered pieces that once used to be your ceramic cup.

“What... what have you done?” You forced your eyes away from the catastrophe and set your eyes on the person responsible for the murder of the cute unicorn cup.

“I’m sorry, I-“ Jungkook, your classmate, stammered as he looked down at the broken item.

“You’re sorry? Sorry won’t get me a new cup!” You snapped as you pointed at the floor.

“I can get you a new one, or give you money to-“

“Are you an idiot? You don’t know what you just broke, it was the Super Deluxe Pink Grand Luxurious Unicorn Limited Edition Cup! I can’t get a new one even if I’d want to! They’re sold out? You hear me? Sold. Out.” You stomped your feet on the ground as you waved your arms around.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N, I-“

“What's going on here?” You flinched at the principal’s loud voice as he stepped in between the two of you.

“Sir, he-“ You huffed.

“Enough, detention, the both of you.”

“What? But I didn’t even do anything! This isn’t fair!” You disagreed. “Jungkook, he-“

“You’re causing a huge scene and disrupting the peace in this school, miss Y/N, and so are you, mr Jungkook. To my office, now!”

Jungkook looked at the principal and then back at you before he adjusted his backpack and then walked towards what you assumed, the principal’s office.

There was no use arguing with this man who was set on punishing you, so you walked along, dragging your feet as you did.

The door to the principal’s office was open and when you entered you already saw that Jungkook was sitting on one of the empty chairs.

“This is all your fault.” You grabbed the chair next to him and moved it to the other side of the room before sitting down, crossing your arms. “I hate you so much!” You complained, keeping an eye on the doorway, you wouldn’t want to get into more trouble.

“I won’t forget this day, you hear me, Jeon Jungkook? You will pay for this!”

-

From that day on, you showed Jungkook hell.

It has been two years since that unfortunate and very traumatizing event.

But the seasons' change and so do you.

The day has come for the ruthless bullying to end.

This was easier said than done because as soon as Jungkook entered the classroom, you felt this huge amount of rage soar through your body. It was as if your body got used to wanting to torment him.

Your friend, Emily, snickered as she leaned in closer to you and whispered. “Guess he did cut his hair after all.”

Jungkook sat down at the desk in front of you. Emily was referring to yesterday’s English class where you plastered gum in his wavy locks, which was now replaced by a short cut.

In your opinion it was hilarious - when it was Jungkook’s turn to read a paragraph out of the workbook for the class, you leaned in and pressed the gum against the back of his head. To make sure that it would stick and be impossible to get out, you massaged the gum deep into his dark locks. Of course, you took advantage of the situation and dragged your nails across his scalp.

Oh, how grossed out he must’ve been! You weren’t able to see the way his face scrunched in disgust however you were able to hear how his voice wavered.

The short breaths in between the words caused some to turn their heads and look at him, and the slight stutter made it challenging for him to reach the finishing line of the last paragraph.

He probably was going to cry, oh, how pathetic! A smirk tugged on your lips as you took in the length difference. He had to cut off a pretty big chunk.

Serves him right.

Whoa. Stop.

Wait, no. That belonged to the old you, you won’t be doing those things anymore.

“Hey, stupid.” You paused. This proved to be more difficult than you thought. “I mean, Jungkook. Listen-“

He turned around to look at you.

“Yes...? Do you need me to write you an essay again?” Despite how tempting it was to take his offer, you knew that Jungkook’s doing-your-homework-benefit would have to end too.

“No, no. I want to speak to you, privately.” A part of you couldn’t believe that this was really going to happen.

“Oh?”

“Meet me in the library, at lunch break. It would feel like coming home, I bet a nerd like you spends a lot of time in there.” No, you were not supposed to do that anymore. “I mean, ugh, whatever, meet me there.”

“No talking!” The teacher called out to both of you. “I’ll be there.” He whispered as he adjusted himself in the chair and looked at the whiteboard.

You slumped back into your chair as you tried your best to pay attention to the rest of the class but your mind was too preoccupied to hear what was being said.

-

“Listen, I’m going to stop bullying you.” You started.

“You’re going to do what?” Jungkook blinked.

“Hello? Are you not listening? I’m quitting, stopping, halting, exiting, it’s done, finito.” Your hand rested on your hip as you tapped your foot on the floor.

“B-but!”

“Look, I’m not going to say sorry cause trust me, you deserved all of that, nor will I stop hating you. I’m only doing it because I want to win the title of Miss Sunshine.” You clarified as you glanced at your nails. God, you desperately needed to book an appointment for a manicure.

“That’s... that’s just a meaningless title that doesn’t hold any weight outside of this high school or in your adult life!” Jungkook stepped closer to you as his gaze fixated on your eyes.

“Are you serious? I want the scholarship, how much do you think college costs? Wouldn't a nerd like you know?”

“I... I can give you money-“ Jungkook frowned as he rubbed his arm. “J-just tell me how much!”

You tried to comprehend what Jungkook said but you failed to understand his words.

“Are you kidding me? With your lousy job? It would take a century to save up enough money for- wait, I wouldn’t even want your money even if you begged. Why would I want your disgusting money? Nevermind. I don’t want you to answer that.” Jungkook wasn’t going to get you all worked up. You won’t allow him that power over you anymore.

“Listen, Junk-kook. This ends, today. Understood? I won’t be nice to you or anything, I will simply ignore you and tolerate having you in the same space.” You pulled your house keys out of your pocket as you stepped away from the conversation. “Bye.”

“N-no!” He dropped to the floor and scooted over closer to you before wrapping his arms around your legs. “Please, don’t leave me!” His head rested against your thighs as he pleaded with you. “Don’t do this to me.”

“Stop it, what is wrong with you?!” You tried to move your legs but Jungkook clung onto you like a koala stuck onto a tree. There was no movement as you attempted to walk away. “I said stop!” For a nerd, he had an impressive grip.

“I won’t stop until you take all of that back, all of it.” He shook his head furiously.

“Stop causing a scene and let me go!”

“No!”

You had enough of his bullshit. If you keep accepting this behavior you would simply show Jungkook that he could walk all over you.

“Hey, listen, you little bitch.” You whispered as you looked down and met his frightened eyes. “Let. Me. Go.” Your fingers brushed across his hair before you grabbed a handful and pulled his head back.

Jungkook grunted with closed eyes as he felt you pull onto his hair. “I said, let me go, is that clear? You pathetic worthless son of a bitch.” You kept your voice down to avoid others from hearing the vile words you muttered to the younger student.

Finally, Jungkook let go and you stepped away. “What was that even for? Ew.” You rubbed your thighs. “I will have to shower as soon as I get home now, gross.” Jungkook didn’t say anything as he sat there, staring at you.

“Don’t ever touch me again, talk to me, hell, even look at me!” With that, you marched off.

-

You thought Jungkook got the message loud and clear, but as you were watching your favorite TV Series, you received a series of text messages.

[Unknown] Please y/n

[Unknown] Are you really doing this?

[Unknown] Please don’t let a silly contest get in between what we have

[Unknown] I’ll do anything (;﹏;)

[Unknown] I’m begging you.

[Me] wtf

[Me] Who is this???

[Unknown] It’s me Jungkook

[Me] How did you get my number????

[Junkkook] That doesn’t matter please hear me out

{ 1 missed call from Junkkook }

{ 2 missed calls from Junkkook }

[Me] Stop calling me you freak

[Junkkook] Y/N fucking listen to me you stuck up bitch

Junkkook has removed this message.

[Junkkook] Please reconsider this please (╥_╥)

[Me] LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY

This guy had nerves. Not only did he bother you on a Friday night, but he also had the audacity to claim you two had something.

Nonetheless, don’t let anyone ruin your Friday night. You blocked his number and tossed your phone next to you on the bed before you wrapped the sheets around you and continued watching your series, forgetting about the weird kid from your class.

But Jungkook didn’t stop.

You planted another sticker on the inside of your locker. It was the bias of your favorite boy group, Stray Kids.

Technically the school didn’t allow the students to decorate their lockers, but hey, those grey lockers needed some personality and a grey boring locker totally didn’t represent you as a person. You looked at the neatly put-together aesthetic of your locker before gripping onto the door and closing it.

You squealed when the door revealed Jungkook standing behind it. “Oh my god, I thought I was going to die of a heart attack.” You put your hand against your chest as you took in deep breaths.

“Y/N...” Jungkook sobbed, rubbing his puffy red eyes with his arm as he took shaky breaths.

“What.. why are you crying? Not that I care but why?” Besides, why did Jungkook come to you to cry his stupid eyes out?

“I.. I miss you, I miss what we had, please, I-“

“Oh my god. Not this again.” You looked at the locker as you locked it with a key.

“I told you it’s over! Wait- we never had ‘anything’ going on between us, don’t flatter yourself.” What a waste of time he is.

“Y/N!” He whined. “I’ll do anything, please!” He moved closer and in turn you took a few steps back.

“Oh shut up! I’m sick of hearing your voice.” You had enough of this conversation and you started to walk away from Jungkook.

“Y/N!” Jungkook called from behind you and a sudden tug pulled you back, causing you to drop your books out of your hands. They fell on the floor, one by one as you grabbed onto the wall to catch yourself from falling back.

But then a sound snapped you out of your thoughts.

Kkkkgghhhhh.

No, it was more like a ppppprrrzzztttt.

Ugh who gives a shit what it sounded like.

Your eyes immediately searched for the spot where Jungkook pulled you at, and you then spotted the huge tear in your favorite sweater.

“I’m, I’m sorry.” Jungkook put his hands up in defense as he looked at you. “I didn’t mean to, I just tried to stop you from walking aw-“

The sound of your palm connecting with his right cheek echoed through the hallway.

You gritted your teeth as you glared at him. The burning sensation and needles in your hand were dismissed as adrenaline overtook your body.

But...

“A-ah.. yes..mm..”

Did.. did you hear that correctly?

Jungkook’s bangs covered his eyes as he stood there, staring down at the floor.

The both of you didn’t say a word nor moved from your position.

He raised his head and slowly looked up to you.

You caught a glimpse of something you’ve never seen before.

His eyes darkened with lust and sparkles beamed through his eyes. With reddened cheek, he never stopped staring at you as shivers ran through his body, his tongue hanging over his bottom lip.

“Y-you.. what is wrong with you? You freak!” Fear struck into your stomach as you remained frozen on the spot.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What happened?” Your friend Emily rushed to your side.

You snapped out of your thoughts before you moved closer to Emily. “Yeah... Yeah, I’m alright. Let’s go, yeah?” You wrapped your arms around hers.

-

Five days passed since that weird event. But it seemed that your message was loud and clear. Jungkook finally left you alone and due to your excellent behavior, you were allowed to sign up for the Miss sunshine competition.

When you weren’t busy with personal things or school, you set up voting campaigns to collect more points. You baked cookies, volunteered, and begged for votes.

“Thank you!” You perked up when you heard the sound of another vote being dropped into the box. “I appreciate it!” You turned to smile at the person but your smile faded when you noticed that it was Jungkook. He nodded at you before walking out of the classroom.

“Well, a vote’s a vote.” You shrugged. As long as it would help you win, it wouldn’t matter who it was that voted.

At the end of the day, you took the box that sat on your desk home and dumped the content of it on your desk.

“194... 19 and..” You paused at the piece of paper which had some sort of text scribbled on it. You unfolded it.

‘Your boyfriend is dead tomorrow morning unless we will go back to how we used to be. Your call.’

-JK

Silence filled the room as you stared at the piece of paper for a few seconds before you burst into laughter. Wow. The nerves of this guy. Was his stupid little threat suppose to scare you?

You immediately grabbed your phone. You unblocked his number and started texting.

[Me] How dare you?

[Me] That’s disgusting. Didn't your mother teach you to at least have some decency?

[Me] I’m going to show this to the teacher Monday

[Me] The only thing that will be ‘dead’ will be your attendance cause I’m sure that threatening students will get you kicked out.

[Me] At least I won’t have to see your face anymore then

[Me] Hello??? You know I can SEE that you’re reading my messages

[Junkkook] You made your choice...

[Junkkook] I didn’t want to do this but you made me

[Me] Blablabla whatever dude I have better things to do than text with a virgin loser on a Friday bye ✌🏼

Seriously, what was his problem? Jungkook was starting to piss you off. Well, he already did, but it was as if he always found new ways to push your buttons.

Wait a minute.

How did Jungkook even know you have a boyfriend? You glanced at your phone and then scolded yourself for even considering to text him to ask.

Not even your best friend Emily knew. Not because it was a secret, but because you didn’t feel like hearing her opinion about your partner of choice.

Your boyfriend was way older than you, and he had a cool motorcycle. He was mature - so different from the boys in your class. That and he was romantic, he actually knew how to treat a lady like yourself.

You shrugged it off. Jungkook probably saw you and your boyfriend hang out or something, big deal. He was probably jealous at how he had to be a stupid loser while your boyfriend was a tough and cool guy.

“Y/N! We’re leaving now!” Your mom called.

“Ok, have fun!” You called back at your parents.

-

Today, Jungkook didn’t show up at school. He called in sick.

That, and you haven’t heard from your boyfriend all weekend.

Were you scared? No, that’s ridiculous. You knew what happened. Jungkook somehow managed to convince your boyfriend to scare you shitless by making you believe Jungkook “killed” him so that’s why he hasn’t been responding to your calls or texts.

Men can be so immature.

The school bell rang and your classmates hurried out of the room, leaving you and the teacher alone in the classroom.

“Is something the matter, y/n?” The teacher asked as she looked up from her paperwork.

“No, no I am fine. I just want to say that I can bring Jungkook’s homework, Mrs Wong.”

“Really? That’s nice of you.” She smiled. “Let me see where I put it...” She checked the drawers.

“I know how... zealous Jungkook is, he would hate to miss today’s homework.” The woman put together a stack of papers. “But, Uhm,” You feigned an embarrassed smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve visited him, what was his address again?” You chuckled as you placed your hand on the back of your neck.

“Of course, I will print it out for you.” The teacher logged into her computer and when she found Jungkook’s student information, she clicked another button, the sounds of the printer being heard in the corner of the room.

“Thank you Mrs Wong!” You walked to the printer and took the page. “I’ll head over to him now, see you tomorrow!” You called out before leaving the classroom and strolling down the hallway.

“Hey Y/N!” Emily called out. “Seojun’s having a pool party, you’re going, right?”

Damn. You forgot all about that. You stood there as you wondered about what kind of excuse you could come up with as to why you can’t go.

“Of course, I just uh, have to do something real quick.” No way you would tell her you’re going to see Jungkook, the biggest loser in school. What would she think? What would anyone think when the it-girl of school went to the house of a geek?

“Huh, like what?” Emily tilted her head. “Are you going to do ‘something’ or ‘someone’” She wriggled her eyebrows at you playfully. “There will be plenty of time to do that later.”

“Em, you’re such a slut.”

“Takes one to know one.”

She dodged your playful whack. “I’ll be there later!” You giggled as you started to walk off. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way!” You called out with a wave.

Jungkook’s home wasn’t too far from school, and it took you about 15 minutes to get there.

“Jungkook!” You called as you knocked on the door. “Hello? Anyone home?” No one was answering and you couldn’t see any movements from any of the windows.

Did Jungkook live alone? You weren’t sure. There were no parked cars in front of the home but of course, that didn’t necessarily mean anything, maybe the people who also lived here were at work, or something.

Did he call in sick to go out to a party? That didn’t make sense. Nerdy kid Jungkook didn’t seem to have anything exciting going on for him in his life, so him going to someplace fun? Sounds out of character to you.

Then, the door opened.

“Finally!” You paused.

Jungkook rubbed his eyes. “Sorry... I was asleep.” He groaned, his voice soft and deeper than usual.

“Listen, you dickhead.” You stepped forward and pushed your body against the door, forcing Jungkook to open the door further.

You raised an eyebrow when you noticed that he was wearing nothing but boxers shorts. It surprised you that he had a pair of toned arms and a nice toned stomach, did he work out after school or something? Hah, you almost laughed at your own silly thought.

“My boyfriend, where is he?” You dropped his homework to the floor.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you? You two got some little agreement going on? ‘Teehee let’s scare Y/N shitless’ I’m done, let’s cut the crap.”

“He’s... he’s here.” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut as the sunlight hit his face. He quickly shut the door after you to block out the harsh sunlight.

“See, I knew it! Why are you still asleep at 4 pm? Ah whatever, probably playing some loser games or something.” You couldn’t help but glide your eyes over his fine body before turning away.

“Seungjae! Seungjae?” You called out but got no reply.

“He can’t hear you. He’s downstairs.” Jungkook commented, still waking up from his slumber as he rested against the wall.

“Ugh, just bring me to him so we can leave already.” You ordered. Jungkook took a few steps forward before you pushed him back. “No. Tell me where to go and I will get him myself, I don’t want to look at your face for longer than necessary.”

“He’s right there.” Jungkook pointed at a door at the end of the hallway. “Take the stairs down, and you’ll see him.”

“Why is he in your basement?” You questioned. “You better not be playing with me, I’ll kick your ass, because of you I am missing out on an awesome pool party.”

“I’m not... I have a man cave in my basement.”

“A man cave? Actually, don't tell me. I’ve heard enough.” Your body gravitated towards the direction Jungkook pointed in. “Can’t wait till I get home so I can scrub off the smell of this disgusting house.”

“Seungjae?” There he was, sitting in a gaming chair, playing some type of Call of something game, you weren’t very familiar with the titles of video games.

The basement was pretty large, it had a pool table, a wall with games, and it even had a jukebox. This was probably why Jungkook called it his man cave.

“Hey, you. I rather you use those fingers for something else.” You giggled. “But still. What are you even doing here? I didn’t know you knew Jungkook.” Your boyfriend wasn’t responding. “Hey? Hottie? What’s up?” You moved closer to him and put your hand on his shoulder.

Stiff.

His shoulder felt stiff.

You turned him around and you screamed at the sight as you stumbled back.

This person looked unrecognizable.

Help, you needed to get help.

“Seungjae! I’ll get help!” You promised him before you ran up the stairs.

“Jungkook!” You rushed into the living room. “He- he, we need to call an ambulance! Where’s my phone.. ah here it is!” You grabbed it from your purse but before you could dial 911, you felt a strong grip around your wrist.

“We don’t need to do that,” Jungkook informed you as he pried the phone out of your hold with his free hand.

“What are you talking about-“

“I told you, didn’t I?” He smirked.

“W-what?” You looked at him.

Your boyfriend is dead tomorrow morning

Unless we will go back to how we used to be.

Your call.

Jungkook.

“What did you do?!” You tried to break free from his grip as you pulled and pushed. “Let me go!”

“I had no choice! What was I supposed to do? You weren’t listening to me! I was desperate and-“

“So you decide to KILL him?!” You held back tears as you raised your voice at your boyfriend’s killer.

Jungkook... He killed your boyfriend- because he couldn’t stand the fact you stopped bullying him?

“I said, let me go!” You finally broke free from his grip.

You breathed sharply as you stared at Jungkook who stared at you in return, a saddened look on his face. “Y/N... please understand.”

Both rage and grief possessed you as you leaped forward.

Jungkook tripped over his own feet - surprised by your sudden attack. The both of you crashed to the floor, knocking over a nearby vase before you straddled him.

“You killed him! You killed him!” You gritted your teeth as tears stung in your eyes. “You sick motherfucker! I hate you, I HATE you!” You screamed in his face as you allowed the tears to roll down your face freely.

You formed both your hands into white-knuckled weapons before you started beating down on him. Your clenched fists struck him wherever they could reach; his face, his head, his chest, and even his stomach.

“Why did you kill him? You sick fuck! You’re twisted, you’re evil! Why would you do this to me? Die! Die! I’m going to kill you!” You paused and took a deep breath as your body shook, your slender fingers then wrapped themselves around Jungkook’s throat, increasing the grip with every passing second. “Die! You worthless piece of shit!”

The grip on his throat slowly released as you... felt something.

Something was pressing against your groin, around your upper thigh, close to the crotch of your panties.

You knew what it was, but you wish you didn’t.

The bulge pressed against you and the fabric of his cotton boxers were damp. His cock twitched with every inch you moved.

Jungkook took advantage of your moment of confusion and he groped your hips, keeping you in place as he bucked his hips and started dry humping against you.

Immediately, you slapped his hands away and got up, but tripped when he grabbed your ankle. “Get away from me! You sick perverted monster!” You tried to kick him but he dodged.

“Stop!” You sobbed, both grieving from the traumatizing event that happened mere minutes earlier, and from Jungkook not willing to let you go.

“Do you want to go down there with him? If you don’t listen to me I’m going to throw you in there, then I’ll cut him up and spread his body parts all over town, do you get it?”

You raised your head, holding your head as you could feel a bump form on your forehead. At his words, you snapped your head back to look at him as he shared some gruesome words. “W-what are you saying? You have lost your mind, you freak!” You finally freed yourself from his grip and you got onto your feet.

You had to escape this place and fast.

“Come here, Y/N.”

“N-no!” You ran up the stairs with Jungkook chasing right behind you. His fingers brushed against your back as he wasn’t close enough to grab you just yet.

You grabbed hold of any items you could find, furniture, photo frames on the wall, to throw it back at him to slow him down in his pursuit of catching you.

You ran into the first room you could find, and locked the door, and barricaded it with a heavy closet.

“Y/N, don’t run from me, why are you scared of me? I would never kill you!” His voice sounded from the other side of the door.

Shit, shit, shit.

You desperately looked around the room for a phone, but nothing.

Based on the looks of it, this must be Jungkook’s room.

A desktop in the corner of the room caught your eye and you rushed over to it. If you could log into your Instagram account, you could DM Emily and tell her she needed to call 911.

User: Jungkook

Password: _ _ _ _ _

No, no. You bit your nails as you tried to think of what to do now.

As you tried to think of an escape plan, you paused at something on the wall.

Those photos...

They were all photos of you.

“Y/N, don’t make me break this door.”

You couldn’t hear Jungkook’s words as you stared at the shockingly large amount of photos he had of you.

Photos that were taken from your social media accounts.

Yearly school photos.

Even photos of the time you were still a cheerleader in freshman year.

“Y/N!” The door was shaking at Jungkook’s efforts.

“Leave me alone!” You called back.

The window, right, the window!

You bolted over to the window and pushed it open, groaning when it only opened a few inches. It was one of those.

The computer would be heavy enough to smash this window, so you did, grabbing the computer and banging it against the window. It took a few tries until the glass finally shattered in pieces.

You gasped when you heard parts of the door break behind you. You had to hurry up.

You looked at the sharp edges of the window and carefully leaned in.

Would you make it?

It was two stories high.

...

You had no choice.

The door popped off its hinges and you realized that if you fell and broke something, Jungkook would definitely catch you.

So at the last minute, you turned around and dove under his bed.

The closet fell over with a loud crash as Jungkook managed to kick the door open. “Y/N? Y/N?” His feet moved inches from your face as he walked past his bed and paused at the window. “Y/N!”

You inched forward and poked your head out. Jungkook’s body leaned forward out of the window as he seemed to try to locate your whereabouts.

You held in your breath as you crawled from under his bed, slowly, before getting up.

With every move you made you looked back at Jungkook, he was still unaware of your presence, so you sneaked out of the room, and when you were in the hallway, you increased your pace.

You halted at the stairs and placed your hand on the bannister, moving your feet on the far side of each step. You attempted to distribute your weight as you slid over the stairs.

Creak...

You held in your breath, not moving.

Did he hear that?

The heavy footsteps in the bedroom answered your thoughts. “No!” You shouted as you started running down the stairs, skipping the last four steps by jumping down. You whimpered at the sharp pain that pierced through your ankle, but you ignored it and made your way to the front door.

You wrapped your fingers around the doorknob and turned it.

Locked.

“No, no!” You looked around to see if there was anywhere else you could go, but it was too late, as Jungkook pushed you against the wall.

“Stop, please, Jungkook...” You sighed out, feeling drained and defeated from the running around. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for all I did to you. I’m so sorry, please don’t hurt me!”

“You broke my computer.” He commented. “And my window... and door.”

“Oh my god, are you actually serious now? Technically, YOU are the one who broke the DOOR, YOU kicked it in, not ME!”

“Oh, right.” He replied as he kept you pressed against the wall.

“Look, Jungkook, I won’t tell anyone if you let me go.” You pleaded, dismissing his carefree comments.

“I know you won’t, because I am not letting you go.”

“You can’t keep me here against my will, that’s illegal!” You protested.

“I will never let go of you, I know what we have is special.”

“Not this shit again.” You groaned in annoyance. How could you be pissed yet so afraid of this man?

“I knew from day one that we were meant to be.” He gushed. “The way you treat me, the way you look at me - the way I’m the only one who gets this special attention. I love you and I know you love me t-“

You raised your knee and kicked distracted Jungkook in the stomach. He held onto his stomach and dropped to the floor.

You made a run to the kitchen in an attempt to escape but you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. “No! No!” You resisted but Jungkook dragged you through the living room, towards the basement. “No, please, no!” You were dragged into the basement and Jungkook dropped you to the floor.

“I warned you, but you didn’t listen.”

“No, Jungkook, don’t do it, I’m sorry, I-“

You watched as he stormed over to your boyfriend and with a strong pull, Jungkook ripped his arm off.

Sick....

You felt so sick.

Things turned black in front of your eyes.

And that’s all that you remembered.

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“Aahh...”

A faint sound from somewhere in the distance caused you to stir.

That and a rubbing sensation against your face.

You slowly opened your eyes, everything was blurry.

“Y/N...”

That wasn’t the voice of your boyfriend.

Your eyes widened and you felt disgust when you realized what was rubbing against your face.

It wasn’t the first time you had cock pressed against your face. “What the fuck!” You yelped as you tried to move but you realized your wrists were cuffed and held in place by a chain in the wall.

“Stop!” You tried to move your head away but Jungkook held you into place.

“This is disgusting! Stop! Stop!”

Jungkook tilted his head back as his groans turned louder and more lewd.

“I said, stop, you sick perverted motherfucker, I’m going to throw up.” You screamed, trying your best to avoid the skin of his shaft but it proved fruitless.

It twitched.

“Don’t you dare! I’m telling you, I’m going to beat the shit out of you, I swear to god!”

“Fuck.. yes, beat the shit out of me!”

What the hell?

Slowly, you started to make sense out of this.

The fact that Jungkook never stopped you from bullying him.

Not even once. He never blocked your assaults nor tried to tell anyone.

The slap in the school hallway.

The precum from earlier when you beat down on him.

Now... this.

“You’re... into this. Aren’t you?”

You scoffed as you looked up at him in disgust as he paused in his movement, watching you like a rabbit caught in a headlight.

“You sick piece of shit.”

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