... And Other Ships

JiKook: Set Free

branching off of my VHope story :) I feel like people really wanted to know how Jimin and Jungkook ended up together, so go read that story before this one

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It had started with a nightmare. 

Jungkook felt hands smooth up his legs, going straight to his crotch. When he kicked, a large weight forced him to keep his legs still; the hands pinned his wrists on either side of his head and a growl would rip through the room. He was unable to scream, turn his head, nothing; all he could do was fearfully stare into the red eyes of whatever was holding him down. 

The first time this happened, he ended up wetting the bed out of fear. 

The second time the nightmare occurred, Jungkook spoke instead. 

"Please, please stop. I don't want it. I don't want it!" 

There was no reply other than a slap to the face and another growl. That morning, Jungkook woke up with blood on his sheets and scratches on his inner thighs; he counted three deep gashes. 

The torture-filled nightmares continued every night for a month straight, each night more severe than the last. Since he lived alone, Jungkook kept this all to himself; he was more than afraid of what would happen if he told someone. 

His parents wouldn't believe him. His friends, Seokjin and Hoseok, would probably ask him to talk to his therapist about it; he was certain she would need a therapist after hearing about his nightmares. The issue was, he was certain they were not nightmares. 

The marks were there in the morning and they never healed; whatever was hurting him was making sure he hurt. 

Jungkook checked his security footage in his apartment to see if someone was breaking in to hurt him, but there was nothing. He looked around his home to see if the windows were unlocked (they remained firmly locked) and triple-checked that his only door into the apartment, the front door, was locked. He would stand there for two minutes locking and unlocking both locks before he considered going to sleep. 

Finally, the thing that was hurting him didn't show up one night.

Instead, he sat bolt-upright in his bed after hearing three taps on his window.His curtains were pulled back, showing absolutely nobody there. The taps were too consistent to be the wind, a bird, or an insect; he shook in his bed, eyes glued to the window for five minutes. 

Eventually, he did something foolish. "What do you want with me!?" he yelled at the window. 

"I shall set you free," was the reply, then Jungkook passed out, only to wake up the next morning with no memory of the previous night's events.

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After a week of nightmare-free sleep, Jungkook was once again stirred from sleep by a hand on his back. It felt nothing like the previous hand, which was painfully firm and intended harm. This hand was warm and gentle, smoothing circles into Jungkook's back. An odd sense of comfort and safety radiated from the gesture. 

"Hi, lovely." 

The voice was a man's voice, though a bit high. It was nothing short of melodious and brought the same type of feeling that the hand did. Jungkook snapped his head in the direction of the voice, only to find a figure sitting on the edge of his bed. 

It was indeed a man. Black hair fell into his eyes, which turned into crescents as his full lips stretched into a smile. He was muscular, though seemingly smaller than Jungkook, and -- he wasn't wearing clothes! Why this stranger wasn't wearing clothes, Jungkook had no idea. The hand that was previously touching him belonged to this man, having drawn back when Jungkook moved.