trigger warning ; abuse, non-con

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Jungkook somehow made it back to his house alive. He walked for ages, endlessly in the snow, feeling like a proper dumbass for not having his phone nor wallet nor keys.

He was scared, alone, freezing, and felt like crying for hours on end. Taehyung's words hurt Jungkook because there was truth in them, but Jungkook didn't want to believe him.

Jungkook opened the door of his house which was thankfully unlocked and walked in, letting out a small sigh in the warmth. Which was weird.. why was the heater on? Jungkook must've left it on.. Either way, Jungkook walked into the foyer and towards the stairs to his room, and then froze.

Jungkook felt his stomach twist. "C-Chris," Jungkook let out, seeing the older man leaning his elbows against the sofa, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Probably not his first one.

There was a silence. A silence so heavy Jungkook could feel it sinking into his skin. "I-I thought you wouldn't be back for another week." Jungkook stated, and Chris looked up at him, and Jungkook saw it.

Saw how he had bags under his reddened eyes, looked pained, almost- and the guilt in Jungkook intensified.

"Cut my trip short. Came back last night, wanted to come see you." Chris said, and then took a sip of his glass, a short curt sip, and then leaned back, placing the glass on the side table. "Apologise." Chris added, and Jungkook's breath hitched.

The younger boy stood there, feeling more than aware of Chris' eyes on him. "Where were you?"

Jungkook hesitated, fingers pulling on the thread of his jeans. "O-out-"

"Whose clothes are those?" Chris asked, and Jungkook didn't like it. Didn't like how calm he sounded, how serene, relaxed and grave his tone was.

"M-mine-" Jungkook tried, and Chris stepped closer to him, still a palpable distance between them.

Chris paused, as if he was giving Jungkook a chance. A chance to tell him the truth. Jungkook gulped. "They're just- I-I got them from-"

"Whose fucking clothes are those, Jungkook?" Chris shouted, all calmness in his tone gone. Jungkook looked up at him, not wanting to duck his head and let himself get yelled at like always.

"They're my friend's." Jungkook said, and Chris looked at him, not pleased with the answer. "A friend who decided to be with me while you were too busy frolicking in London with all those pretty girls during Christmas." Jungkook snapped.

"For the last fucking time- I had work! I was busy all fucking day, working my ass off- for what? So you can buy yourself pretty things and keep yourself looking good for me-"

"Right! Because that's all I'm good for, aren't I?? Buying myself pretty things and keeping myself looking good! That's all you want me to do, Chris. You don't treat me like your fiance you treat me like a sugarbaby there to fulfil your needs and nothing else!" Jungkook shouted.

Chris looked angered, very angered, and if this was any other day, Jungkook would be on his knees apologising- but today was different. Jungkook didn't care if Chris was angered because he's sick and tired of getting treated like shit!

Chris grabbed Jungkook's arm. "Don't fucking speak to me like that-"

"Like what? Like how you talk to me every single day?" Jungkook asked, and then pulled his arm back.

"Don't you dare interrupt me, Jungkook," Chris growled, and Jungkook stepped back from him, his own eyes blazing.

"Shut up!" Jungkook yelled. "For once, listen to me!" Jungkook snapped, and saw how Chris frowned.

"There is so much shit I didn't tell you, Chris. My father wasn't just bad, he was horrible, he treated me like shit. In fact-" Jungkook started, feeling words that he'd kept hidden suddenly spill out. "He used to be a mafia leader! My father was the leader of a mafia- I was in a mafia! I was the son of one of the biggest Mafia leaders in Korea!" Jungkook yelled.

Chris stood still. "And! That boy, the one who died, Taehyung? He wasn't just my friend, I was in love with him! And guess what? He's not dead! He's alive! Victor? That's Taehyung! You don't know anything about me Chris, don't know about half the shit I've had to go through!" Jungkook found himself shouted, and Chris moved forward.

"Jungkook what the fuck are you on about?" Chris snapped, and Jungkook shook his head.

"I don't- I don't know if you're the right guy for me, Chris." Jungkook said, and then saw Chris step forward and grab his arm.

"Shut up, Jungkook, you're clearly delirious-"

"No I'm not! Why can't you just hear me out- can't you see that you and I just aren't meant for each other?" Jungkook let out, sounding weak, and frankly a little delirious.

"Shut the fuck up, Jungkook-"

"You shut the fuck up, Chris." Jungkook growled. "I don't want you. You know you don't want me either. This could be so much easier if we just ended things-"

Chris laughed. Laughed. "Are you out of your mind?! Who's going to take care of you? You want to be living on the road again, Jungkook? Huh? You'll go back to how you were, Jungkook. Stuck in that place for 6 fucking months, that's how you'll be-"

"No I won't. I'll be happy!" Jungkook shouted, and Chris grabbed his arm and tugged him towards him, making sure he didn't walk away.

"You're not going anywhere," Chris growled, and Jungkook pulled at his arm.

Jungkook looked away, getting pulled closer.

"Let me go, Chris-"

"You won't find anyone if it isn't for me, Jungkook- no one's going to want you!" Chris snapped, and Jungkook pulled his arm back, looking up at him with eyes darkened.

"I don't care! Anyone- Anything is better than you! Now I'm leaving and I don't care if you don't want me to-"

"You're not going anywhere." Chris said lowly, and Jungkook moved away from him, trying to go upstairs.

Jungkook walked one step up, and then felt Chris grab him tightly, pulling him back. "Chris I don't-"

"I said-" Chris started, turning him around. "You're not going anywhere!" The older shouted, and Jungkook tried protesting, but then he felt it.

A harsh slap across his face.

Jungkook stumbled back, falling onto the steps, a pained gasp leaving his mouth at the sudden impact on his cheek.

Jungkook looked up, eyes growing teary, but then Chris grabbed him by the collar to lift him up. Jungkook's widened eyes screamed for mercy, but Chris didn't listen, clearly enraged.

He punched Jungkook in the stomach, causing the younger boy to cry out and fall onto the stairs with a thud, choking out in pain.

Jungkook stood frozen in shock, hand clutching his stomach and other his cheek. His vision became blurry, the vision of Chris standing in front of him growing blurry. All he saw was the man he thought he loved grow into this- this monster.

Just like his father.

Jungkook saw Chris step forward, and scrambled back, trying to stand up, fear invading his body, tears rushing down his face. "P-p-please-" Jungkook stammered out, gripping onto a step behind him, trying to get up, feeling the control in his body leaving with the shock and fear he was in.

Jungkook didn't see it, but Chris stepped backwards, his own eyes widening and face falling. Realisation, it hit him like a brick. He just hit Jungkook, not once- but twice.

"Jungkook-" Chris let out, and Jungkook began crying louder, covering himself with his arms, his cheek stinging, stomach too.

"D-d-don't- hurt m-me-" Jungkook whimpered, feeling an uneasy horror settling into him, hands shaking in front of him, blocking the view of the man.

He didn't think. He didn't ever think Chris would hit him. It was never something that crossed Jungkook's mind. Never did the younger think that Chris would hit him. Twice.

"Fuck- K-Kookie-" Chris let out, crouching down in front of him, sounding.. weak, a little scared and shocked himself. "Fucking hell- baby- I'm so- s-so sorry- I-" Chris let out, and then leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Jungkook.

Jungkook didn't dare hug him back. He didn't dare move. He was too scared.

"Shit- I'm- oh god Jungkook I-I didn't- I don't know what came over me- I'm so sorry, my baby-" Chris let out, and Jungkook didn't know if he was being genuine. But he didn't say anything. Didn't move.

Chris hugged him tightly, now, pressing his forehead into the crevice of Jungkook's neck. "I'm so sorry- I-I shouldn't- I never should've hit you- I never- I never will again." Chris whispered, and Jungkook felt himself being picked up, Chris holding him.

Chris walked up the stairs, holding the younger tightly, and entered their room. He set Jungkook down on his bed, and Jungkook felt the tears drowning out his senses, not moving, allowed Chris to lay him down on his bed.

"N-never- never wanted to hit you, Kookie, you know I didn't mean to, right? I love you so much-" Chris whispered, and Jungkook looked up at the ceiling, feeling confused, frustrated.

"-will give you anything, everything, don't care. M'sorry, baby. It's all my fault, I shouldn't have left you alone for Christmas. Shouldn't have yelled at you. Shouldn't have hurt you so many times- i-if I knew what I was doing, I wouldn't have-" Chris continued, but Jungkook just heard sirens.

A siren in his head. A loud blaring noise, alerting his mind and his heart of what truly was going on. Chris' voice drowned out, and Jungkook heard him continue his endless blabber filled with regret, and Jungkook let himself breathe out.

"It's okay."

Chris looked up at him, clutching his hand.

Jungkook looked up. "I-It's fine. I shouldn't h-have said those things. S'my fault." Jungkook whispered, feeling lightheaded.

Chris said something else, perhaps another few lines of how he was sorry and this and that. But not once anything about how it wasn't Jungkook's fault.

"I love you so much." Chris said softly, and leaned down, kissing Jungkook's forehead.

Jungkook closed his eyes shut, and felt the warm lips against his forehead. Chris pulled the blanket atop him, tucking him in, trailing a guilty hand down his cheek.

And then Chris walked out, turning the lights off, closing the door. And Jungkook was still wide awake, for the sting on his cheek and stomach still remained.

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"No-" Jungkook cried out, grabbing onto the bedsheets tightly.

"Jungkook, please, work with us- we just want to help you-"

"No!" Jungkook screamed, and then turned around and felt arms around him, grasping him tightly. Jungkook saw darkened eyes and then began crying, wailing- just doing anything.

The man's arms left his hold on the smaller boy who crumbled to the floor. "Jungkook. You need to do this every week, we told you."

"K-Kookie don't want!" Jungkook whimpered, and the man crouched down, facing him. He reached his hand forward, trailing his hand down Jungkook's hair.

"Would you rather have Grace do it?" The man said, and Jungkook sniffled, and nodded. "Want mommy."

"Okay. She'll do it. But let me just get the basic stuff out of the way-" The man said with a warm smile, and Jungkook nodded. The man picked him up with ease, and placed Jungkook onto the bed.

Screams came from outside their room, and Jungkook frowned to himself, fingers picking at the bedsheets. "W-what's wrong with them?" Jungkook asked.

"Nothing's wrong with anyone, Kookie. They just.. they lost people too." The man explained briefly, and Jungkook tilted his head, childlike.

"Kookie didn't lose anyone silly," Jungkook giggled, and the man hummed, and stepped away, turning around to get something from a cabinet against the wall.

The man, while taking out what he needed, heard Jungkook babble out sentences. "Taehyungie.. gonna- gonna come get me? Gonna take Kookie to our beach house?"

Jungkook said softly, and the man stood up, turning around and walked over to Jungkook.

"Where is he?" Jungkook asked, as the man grabbed the shoulder of Jungkook's dress and rolled it up. Jungkook didn't mind, but then kicked the man's knee.

"Kookie, bad boy. No kicking." The man said sternly, and Jungkook gripped onto his bedsheets, seeing the man take out an injection filled with some kind of substance.

"K-Koo misses Taehyungie.." Jungkook cried, and the man looked at him sympathetically. "D-doesn't Taehyungie miss his Kookie? W-why doesn't he come get Kookie?" Jungkook asked.

"Kookie wants Taehyungie." Jungkook said, and the man tried pressing the needle into Jungkook's arm, but Jungkook kicked him harder. "Kook wants!" Jungkook screamed, and the man looked a little agitated.

"Jungkook, stop kick-"

Jungkook started kicking both his feet now, reaching his hands forward and hitting the man on the chest, angered. "No! Kookie wants to go home!" Jungkook let out loudly, and then saw two men walk into the room.

"Need help, sir?" One of them said, and Jungkook's eyes widened.

He stopped kicking and hitting once he saw the two men, and then looked at the man in front of him fearfully. The man sighed.

He tried grabbing Jungkook, but Jungkook whimpered and scrambled off the bed, trying to run out- but one of the men grabbed him and forcefully lay him down on the bed. Jungkook whimpered again, feeling the men get out white leather wraps.

"P-please-" Jungkook cried, but then the men wrapped the leather around his thin wrists and bound them to the sides of the small bed, and strained his feet to the other side of it.

"K-Kookie wants to go home-" Jungkook wailed, pulling at his hands and feet but not getting them out. One of the men grabbed Jungkook's chin and then stuffed a baby bottle between his lips.

Jungkook screamed around it, but they squeezed the bottle and the contents inside the bottle went down Jungkook's throat, and he instantly felt himself easing into the bed, shoulders dropping, senses going hazy.

"You know we don't like doing that, Jungkook." The man who was there earliest said softly, and the man pulled the baby bottle out his lips, and Jungkook stayed still, dazed.

That man turned to the other two men. "Please ask them to stop giving him that stupid concoction. He doesn't need it." He snapped.

The other two slightly bigger men just responded with "It's our job, sir." They said, and then walked out of the room.

The man who remained sighed, and then grabbed a pacifier and pressed it into Jungkook's lips. Jungkook started sucking on it, feeling no emotions or thoughts, just sucking on the pacifier.

He didn't even feel the injection go into his shoulder, didn't even feel the substance meld inside of him. Didn't even notice the man took off his restraints and handed him a stuffed bunny.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around it, laying in the bed, eyes drooping close. The man sighed again, pinching Jungkook's cheek gently.

"Goodnight, Kookie. I hope you get better," He whispered, and then walked out the room after closing the lights, Jungkook fast asleep.

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The next few days were a blur.

Chris made up excuses to have to leave the house, and Jungkook just nodded and let him. Otherwise, he cleaned the whole house, cooked breakfast lunch and dinner, made sure he looked pretty and presentable.

He didn't leave. Didn't think Chris wanted him to leave, and didn't want to leave himself. Every time he looked at the mirror he saw a dark bruise on his face, and a purple bruise on his stomach. It made him feel a knot in his chest by just looking at himself.

On the morning of 30th December, everything was usual.

Jungkook woke up and began making breakfast, and after half an hour of making it, heard footsteps walk into the kitchen. "Princess," A deep voice chuckled. "Don't have to fret over breakfast, sweet thing. You can just make some cereal and call it a day."

Jungkook nodded, the older man walking over to him and wrapping his arms around his waist, peppering kisses over his tiny shoulders. "I wanted to take you somewhere, Kookie." Chris whispered.

Jungkook flipped over the pancake, holding the pan handle sturdily. "Where?" Jungkook asked in his soft voice.

"It's a surprise. Now c'mon, go get dressed. We should leave as early as possible before it starts snowing or something worse. The weather's nice-" Chris said.

Jungkook nodded, and then pressed the spatula over the pancake, pressing it into the pan. "Okay. I'll go change after-"

"Jungkook, you can leave the pancakes. Just go change now, darling." Chris said, and Jungkook nodded again, and then took the pancake and kept them on the plate.

Jungkook grabbed the plate of pancakes. "I'll just keep these on the table-"

"Leave the goddamn pancakes, Jungkook. Just go change into something-" Chris snapped, and Jungkook flinched and dropped the plate onto the floor, porcelain crashing into pieces.

Jungkook's eyes widened and he ducked down as soon as he could, grabbing everything with his bare hands and collecting them. "I-I-I'm so-sorry- j-just sli-slipped-" Jungkook stuttered, and then felt one of the shards cut into his palm.

Jungkook got up in a hurry, grabbing a broom. "Jungkook," Chris started, and Jungkook tried cleaning it up, but then felt a hand on his waist. "Jungkook!" Chris snapped, and Jungkook flinched again, practically leaping back, holding the broom tightly in his hand as he got cornered.

Chris frowned. "Baby, you're shaking-"

Jungkook nodded. "S-sorry-"

"Oh god, baby, look at you. Don't worry - stop flinching every time I come near you, please. You know I love you so much, right? I'm not going to hurt you, princess." Chris whispered, moving closer to him.

He took the broom out of Jungkook's hands and kept it on the side. Jungkook stood still, and felt Chris wrap his arms around him and lift him up easily, holding him bridal style. Jungkook grabbed onto him, and Chris stepped over the mess and walked out the kitchen.

Jungkook's breath was hitched the whole way up the stairs, and into their bedroom, and even when Chris lowered him onto his bed.

His breath was hitched when Chris placed his hand on his thigh, moving his other hand to take his apron off. His breath was hitched when Chris began kissing him softly, massaging his fingers on the sides of his thighs.

Jungkook just closed his eyes and kissed him back, knot in his chest growing as Chris peeled his panties off, leaving him naked.

"C-Chris-" Jungkook let out, and Chris got down on his knees in front of the bed, lifting Jungkook's thighs and placing them over his shoulders.

"Your pussy looks all pretty, princess-" Chris whispered, and Jungkook continued gripping onto the bedsheets as Chris began kissing at his puckered hole, lapping his tongue over it, eating him out.

Jungkook let him, and resorted to keeping his mouth shut and closing his eyes, head tipped back a little. He could hear small praises leave Chris' mouth as the older kissed down his thigh and even on his little cock, but one thought came to his mind.

A thought that shouldn't even be there, but it was. And it made Jungkook gulp and close his eyes tighter.

It's Taehyung's birthday.

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you guys wanted an update really bad so i did another one !! it hurt writing this ): i love my baby koo and irl he would DECK everyone n anyone ؟ ؟ ؟ muscly babyboy