Chapter 17

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tw: rape, past sexual abuse

Jimin's POV

When I get home home, I saw the door open.





"Hyung! Why did you run?" I hear Taehyung said.






I saw the others too.








"(Y/-(Y/N)'s missing."







"Did she had a tracker in her phone?" Namjoon hyung asked.








"She had but i'm not sure she brought her phone or n-"








"Give me," Jin said. He snatched my phone from my hand.







"She did. I guess her phone is in her pocket," Jin said.







"Let's go now."







We get into my car.







"She's heading to Busan," I said.







Jin drives speedily.








"They're on a stoplight. Left. Right. Right. Left. Left. Straight. Straight. U turn. Le- wait."






"Jimin, what's wrong?" Hoseok asked.






"Do you know my family villa in Busan? I think they're heading there."








"Really?" Jin hyung said.








Jin knew exactly where that is.







(Y/N)'s POV






The rope is not too tight and my phone is in my back pocket. I grabbed it and tried to hide it. If he knows then i'm doomed.










"We're here."








He open the car door and grab me. We entered some kind of villa.









He put me in a bedroom and locked the door.









Oh no. I'm stuck with him.








"Do you have anything? Like phone or..?"








"No."








He check my back pocket and I let him be cause I really have nothing anyway.







But then he squeezed my ass.








"Eww, get off me!" I said and pushed him with my head.








"Do you hide it in your panties?"








He grabbed my head so I can't move it and put his long, slender, disgusting fingers in my hole.








I felt disgusted.






This is disgusting.







My ex then pushed me to the bed.








He tied my hands, legs and head to the bed.









This feeling...








It's all coming back.







The same thing happened years ago.








The suffering.









The abuse.








Sexual abuse.









The exact same thing felt like it happened yesterday.








I felt hurt again. I'm not myself.










I don't love myself.








Until Jimin came.


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