INTRODUCTION:

Trope- Touch her and die

Characters- Jeon Jungkook & Y/n

Title- When your husband finds out what your father and his friends did to you.

Mood- Triggering. Revenge. Intense.

JK’s POV

It was midnight but I still had few emails to answer so I was in my study, focused on laptop when Y/n came in with a cup of coffee.

“How much work is left?” she asked coming to my side and handing me a cup.

“Just some emails…”

She sighed. Her soft hands coming to my hair…gently massaging my scalp. My eyes closing at her touch. Head falling back. Opening my eyes I look at her.

“You’ve been working since you came back from office.”

Holding her wrist I pulled her onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her waist. Looking into her dark blue eyes, reminds me of the depth of ocean and sometimes it scares me that maybe she hide things from me and she has buried it deep into her heart that no one can reach to that level.

“I know, baby. Just give me a minute and I’ll be next to you in our bedroom. Okay?”

Whispering I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. A soft smile appeared on her plum pink lips. She leaned in, placing a peck on my cheek.

“I’ll be waiting.”

She gets up and walked to the door before turning back to me. “Be quick. Don’t make me come again.”

A smirk appeared on my lips, “Come on wifey. We both know how much you love coming.”

Heat crawled up to her cheek making them light red, her eyes widening. She just look at me for a moment before shaking her head and leaving me here with my emails.

Finally replying to all my emails, I walked to my bedroom when I heard Y/n shouting on someone from outside of our bedroom. My eyebrows furrowed, walking closer I tried to hear what she was saying and on whom she was shouting.

“Don’t contact me again. If you tried to contact me anyhow…I’ll tell him everything.” She said but I can’t hear other person talking so maybe she is on the call.

“Shut up!!!” she screamed and that’s all it took for me to open the door.

Her head snapping my way…the scared look on her replaced by shock. She immediately hung up on whoever was on the other side, before walking to me and throwing herself on me. Her arms around my neck, face nuzzled close to my chest. My arms instinctively wrapped around her before pulling her to me.

“Shh…it’s okay. I’m here now.” I whisper, gently stroking her head.

I could feel my shirt getting wet from her tears. Pulling her away from me, I cup her face.

“What happened?” I whisper, wiping a lone tear from her cheek.

“I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you this before our marriage but I didn’t have the courage. I thought he will leave me alone. For once.” She whispered.

“Who?”

Her eyes met mine. “My Dad.”

My eyebrows furrowed, “Your Dad?”

“I wish he dies.” Her eyes turning red from all the crying.

“Baby…calm down, okay? Just sit here first.” I helped her as she sat at the edge before sitting next to him and wrapping my arm around her.

She placed her head on my shoulder before sniffing and whispering.

“Don’t look at me when I’m telling you, okay?” she asked.

Holding her hand with other hand. “Okay.”

“You know how lovely and great our family was when Mom was still alive. Spending time as a family. But Dad changed, after Mom died. He started ignoring me, as if I don’t exist in his world. He started doing his meetings and work in our home. Bringing his men and friends over for night, they’d drink, bring girls. I started to feel like I was responsible that he has changed. Maybe I did something wrong that’s why he did notice me…But one he did. I wished he didn’t have but he did.”

I could feel her hands trembling in my hold.

Flashback (15 years ago)

Y/n Pov

I was walking down the stairs because I had college when I heard laughter coming from Dad’s bedroom.

“God! She is just 15 but look at her boobs. They look so handful.” One of my Dad’s friend said out loud making others laugh.

They are now sexualizing 15 year old girl. My face shrink at their disgusting thoughts. I was about to take a step from there when someone else said something that made me freeze. Color from my face draining.

“But James, I must say you have sexy daughter. How old she is?”

“She is 18.” My Dad replied.

He replied. He didn’t stop them or said anything.

“Do you think she can take all 5 of us together?”

“Maybe.”

My blood turned cold. My eyes widening.

“Should we?” My Dad suggested as if I’m not his daughter, as if he not thinking about doing something absolute WRONG.

I didn’t need to hear further. I knew what they were thinking so I took slow steps to walk away and leave the house. Suddenly door behind me opened Dad coming out of the room.

“Y/n, come here. I want you to help me with something.” He said. His voice authoritative.

Taking deep breath I step back.

“No. I need to go to college.” I said before turning away.

“STOP!” he screamed, making me flinch.

As soon as I turned a slap landed on my face, I could feel a burning sensation on my left cheek. My head tuning to side. A faded mark appearing on my cheek. A tear rolled down my cheek, making the mark sting.

“Don’t you dare walk away when I’m talking. This is my house, I pay your bills. So you better obey and do whatever I say. WHATEVER.” His breath fanning my face. A smell of expensive whiskey on his breath, as he whispers, emphasizing on ‘WHATEVER’.

Hold me by my hair he started dragging me to his bedroom.

“Dad please…I-I’m your daughter.” I said struggling in his hold.

I want him to leave me. If he wants I can just go but please God…please don’t do this to me. I thought no one care hurt me because my Dad will always protect me. But.

“Shut up.”

He pushed me inside his bedroom and locking the door.

My head crashing against a hard chest. Looking up I met pair of eyes. Eyes with no emotions, just one thing…lust. Holding me by my arms, painfully he dragged me into the centre of room. Room full of monsters, waiting to tear me apart. To break me. Destroy me.

I couldn’t see their faces because of constant tears in my eyes, blurring my vision. “Please…leave me.”

I begged. I felt a sting of my face as another slap landed on my cheek.

“Just shut up. Don’t make it look like rape…You are clearly enjoying it.” Someone spitted.

Holding my hands behind my back, someone tied them pushing me on the floor. I landed on my face, clearly blocking my view.

“Pleaseee!!! STOP!!!!” I tried to get up but someone pushed me down, now hovering above me, pushing me down.

“DAD!!! Please…I’m YOUR DAUGHTER!!!”

Someone’s hand covered my mouth, muffling my screams as I felt someone ripping off my leggings.

“Look at your daughter James…playing innocent but she is a slut, huh? Not wearing panties.”

They all laughed. I wiggled into his hold. I heard sound of belts unbuckling…my body froze, blood turning cold.

NO NO NO NO…This is not happening…they can’t. My Dad can’t.

Every thought left me as someone shoved inside me completing…not even caring if I was even ready. My insides burning at intrusion…tears slipping down, my voice muffled. His groans louder as he destroyed me. Pain becoming too as I felt something cold dripping down my thigh.

“God! Clex, she is fucking bleeding.”

“Must be a virgin.” My Dad voiced.

He didn’t even wait as he continued to push himself in and out of me before coming on my back.

Than.

One.

By.

One.

All five of them.

My Dad.

Destroyed me.

When they all were done, they left me there. Untying my hands. They left. I could just hear their voices.

“She was bleeding a lot…than a normal virgins weakling.”

“Do you think we went too far?”

“Nahhh. She’ll be fine.” My Dad said.

“God! She was amazing James.”

“Yeah dude. I hope we share her soon.”

“Of course.” My Dad said.

Yes my Dad. My hero.

Flashback end

Jungkook’s hold tightened as a tear slipped from his eye. “How long?” he sniffed.

“T-ten.” Whispering I looked at him, finding him already looking at me.

“Baby…I’m so mad, how can you not tell me this. How can you keep such a scar just with yourself? You are selfish.” He wobbled before pulling me into tight hug. I broke into tears…holding him closer.

He held me…putting all the broken pieces back together. Fixing something he never broke. A scar was hidden for so long was being aided.

After long minutes…I dozed of crying, feeling lighter now that he knows everything. His embrace firm but gentle, making me feel safe. Protected.

JK’s POV

It’s 4 am in the morning, still dark. Hearing Y/n snoring, I gently pulled my hand from under her and got up placing a soft kiss on her head. Tucking her back I walked to wardrobe before wearing my gears.

Coming out of room, I called Yoongi hyung, “Hyung…meet me in warehouse with all the boys in 30 minutes.” My voice coming colder than I intended to.

“Bring Y/n’s father too.” My voice lacing with venom. I bet hyung noticed it.

I hung up walking to garage and pulling my black G Wagon. As soon as I reached the warehouse, entering I heard loud scream coming from someone. Usual work, but that’s not what is important right now. Walking to basement I saw Namjoon hyung outside smoking.

“You are here.”

I just nodded, before opening the door and walking in, followed by Namjoon hyung.

“He is there.” He pointed to the chair in the corner. Her Dad tied there. I grit my teeth before sighing. Walking to him I pulled out a fork from my jeans before stabbing it into his eyes.

His scream piercing the silence. Twisting the fork I pull out.

“Shut up. Don’t make it look like torture. You’re clearly enjoying it mother fucker.” I whispered before shoving fork into his left ear.

Another scream.

I closed my eyes at the soothing sound.

“Louder.”

Pulling back I stabbed fork into his pelvis. I smirked as his eyes popped out. I snicker.

“What? Are you not enjoying?” I looked at his face.

“Oh yes, you can’t talk right now.” I nodded. Did I tell you that Jimin hyung cut his tongue off when he was getting him here.

I walk away from him enoug

To get a look at him, “Umm…seems like our guest is not enjoying enough.”

Pulling out fork from his pelvis, Pulling out my gun I shot him into his dick.

“Hahaha…” Laughing at his screams I handed my gun to Taehyung.

“Finally you are enjoying.”

Looking at my wrist watch…It shows 6 am. She would be up soon.

“Even though I wanted to play longer, my wife would be waking up soon…” I walk to him. Stabbing fork into his other eyes and twisting it, shoving it deeper…I pluck out.

His screams soon dying.

Stabbing his head.

Pulling out.

In.

Out.

In.

My face splattering with his blood as I vigorously stab him to death. “…and I need to be there with her.”

I smiled seeing his lifeless body.

“Take care of others hyung.”

And I walked out of warehouse to go to my wife. My home. My salvation.

To have her in my arms again.