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-Jungkook x Reader- Safe Haven Pt. 2

"I remember telling you multiple times when he started showing his colors that he was a douchebag and that you should drop his ass before things got serious. But no! You thought he was 'sweet' and 'such a gentleman.'"

This is what I woke up to, and let me tell you that it wasn't the first time I woke up to Jungkook pacing the floor of his guest bedroom.

I rolled onto my side, which I regretted almost instantly as a sharp pain flared up and caused me to gasp. Jungkook stopped his angry ranting and rushed to the bed, propping me up as gently as he could. With a quiet, mumbled 'thank you,' I grabbed the glass of water that was set on the wooden beside the bed and took a long drink. He must've brought it in recently because it was very cold. "How long was I out?" I asked, my voice raspy with sleep.

"Just a few hours. After you passed out at Park Jimin's house I had to carry you out to the car, grab some stuff out of your house, and turn that dickhead of an ex in to the police station," Jungkook replied, holding out two painkiller pills to me with a small smile. "I think you might've bruised a rib or two."

The pills dropped into the palm of my hand as I held it out, and with a single swig of the water they disappeared. "You turned him in?" I questioned, eyeing the boyish man in front of me.

Jungkook used to be best friends with Leejin when they were in highschool, but they slowly drifted apart when him and I started dating. I never really knew why because Leejin wasn't abusive in those earlier years, so in my mind they didn't have a reason to end their friendship.

And then when things started going bad, Jungkook came back into my life ready to help me back onto my feet. To me, he became my only remaining safe haven.

He looked at me with a warm smile and nodded slowly. "He was arrested for domestic violence and is being put on trial in a few months. And until then, you'll be staying with me," he explained, reaching out and grabbing my free hand. As our fingers were linking together, I felt tears gather up in my eyes.

Without even giving a single thought to my injuries, I flung myself onto him and squeezed him tightly. "Oh my god, I love you so much, Jungkook. Thank you," I said softly, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Tears of joy and relief flowed down my face and onto Jungkook's neck as he held me gingerly.

"(Y/N), your injuries. Please get back in bed," he mumbled, and gently pried my arms off of him. His face was a subtle shade of pink, and his smile turned into that cute little grin he got whenever he heard something that made him happy.

It was in that moment that I regretted dating Leejin the most. I flinched at both the pain wracking my body, and at the final blow of guilt that hit me. Before I could even think, I had already blurted out the big question. "Why did you and Leejin stop talking all those years ago?"

The smile instantly melted off of his face and was replaced with a frown. He looked taken aback by my sudden question, and shook his head. "I don't want to answer that (Y/N)," he stated, turning away from me and moving to the opened door.

"I have the right to know, Jeon Jungkook. If you walk out of that door I will get out of this damn bed and chase you until I get an answer, injuries or not," I threatened, my eyes narrowing to slits as I watched him freeze in his spot and turn back around, a look of frustration on his face.

He took a deep breath and met my gaze. "Since you seem eager to know, I guess I have to tell you," he grumbled. He crossed the floor in large strides and sat down on the edge of the bed, picking at his cuticles. "I cut ties because I had feelings for you and it pissed off your boyfriend."

His last sentences processed in my mind and I fell silent for a short period of time. I always had a hunch that he had feelings for me, but when he disappeared I thought I was wrong. So this confession came as a big surprise to me. I wiped away the remaining tears that rested on my cheeks and looked over at the mirror on the wall. Ew. "So let me run through that again just so I know I heard it right. You liked me, but you backed off because Leejin started turning imto a jealous boyfriend?" I questioned.

"Pretty much, yeah," he confirmed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"And do you still have those feelings for me?" I asked slowly, my arms crossed over my chest. I couldn't really believe that this was really the conversation we were having only hours after I escaped from a domestic abuse relationship, but I also wanted to get this cleared up before it created a barrier between us.

Jungkook's brows furrowed and he stared at me as if he were expecting me to say I was joking. When he didn't get anything else out of me, he let out yet another sigh. "Yes. But I won't try anything. It would be horrid of me to force you into something right after you were just abused by your previous boyfriend," he said in a neutral tone of voice.

I let out a small laugh and rolled my eyes. "What a gentleman you are, Jungkook. Thank you for not doing anything that might make me uncomfortable. Now cuddle with me before I get pissy."

"What?" He questioned with a puzzled look upon his faced. But after a moment's hesitation, he crawled up beside me and settled himself down before opening his arms to me.

With a small smile I gingerly moved into his grip and rested my head against the crook of his arm. In a small whisper I said to him, "I'm willing to work slowly into a relationship if you are."

He hummed softly in response and pushed a stray strand of hair out of my face. "Of course, (Y/N). Anything for you," he whispered back.

Filled with a new sense of freedom, I closed my weary eyes and took comfort in Jungkook's warm grip.

So there it is. Part 3? Also, I'm taking requests now, so feel free to ask for something in the comments. -Alex