#jakehoonxreader

summary: the verbal altercation shouldn’t have ended in assault, but y.n was on edge. the girl threw a vase at the wall behind sunghoon’s back. she wasn’t aiming at him, but she also couldn’t have guessed that a shard would graze his cheek. park didn’t even ask if she had lost her mind: he knew — she had. y.n loves sunghoon madly, with the same force she hits him, and then receives punishment from him, but fortunately, they have officer sim, who will hide their unhealthy love from the police.

pairing: sunghoon x reader (feat. jake, sunghoon’s sister) word count: 2.1k

warnings: abuse mention (from the girl's side), injuries, unhealthy relationship, y.n gets accused, policeman jake, victim sunghoon (let me know if there are anything else)

from me: English isn’t my first language sry for any mistakes, mostly i translate my works through apps :((( I’m a writer on my native language who want to share my stories with the world

this was not supposed to happen. y.n shouldn’t have gotten so angry, flared up with rage so suddenly, done what seemed unthinkable.

“do you admit that you left those injuries on mr. park?” the officer addressed her, giving a piercing, testing look. the girl, on the contrary, didn’t look so confident: her eyes were wet, she could barely see in front of her because of the tears, her bottom lip already cherry-colored from how often she had bitten it in an attempt to calm down. futile attempts. her hands were shaking, she was scared, and what was she supposed to say? “sunghoon is three times wider than me, how could you even assume that?” y.n chose to defend herself, even if all of it was a lie. the officer sighed heavily. he could have fallen for her words. y.n’s boyfriend — sunghoon — was a head taller than her, not to mention his big, pumped-up arms, broad shoulders and seemingly unshakable figure. as soon as they both appeared in the station, the man smirked. it was hard to believe that the girl was capable of that purely physically. but the statement was drawn up by park’s sister; a relative’s report couldn’t be ignored — what if the guy really was in danger. though it only provoked laughter. “our experts have recorded an abrasion on mr. park’s cheekbone and hematomas on the back left part of his forearm, his back and his thigh. are you involved in these injuries?” the officer kept pressing, deliberately describing everything he knew to the girl, thinking he’d crack her that way. and y.n started worrying. “no.”

“do you know how he got these bruises? he’s your boyfriend, he probably should have shared.” the girl took her time answering again. the room suddenly became impossible to breathe in, the walls pressing down. what if sunghoon had told them a different version from the one y.n was about to give now? the policeman would understand she was lying. it was hard to explain to outsiders what kind of relationship the couple was in. they were like two fires, y.n even brighter than sunghoon. but every time after another quarrel she sincerely repented for her outbursts of anger. that evening y.n didn’t want it to end that way. she and park had a spat.

the verbal altercation shouldn’t have ended in assault, but y.n was on edge. the girl threw a vase at the wall behind sunghoon’s back. she wasn’t aiming at him, but she also couldn’t have guessed that a shard would graze his cheek. park didn’t even ask if she had lost her mind: he knew — she had. y.n, like poison, seeped into his veins, poisoning him more with every passing day, but, as is known, taking poison in small doses can build immunity. probably, the guy was the only person on earth who had it. y.n would never find someone as tolerant of her as park, but sunghoon had also grown so used to it that he wouldn’t give up on the girl, even if she almost killed him — now the guy even liked it. sunghoon wasn’t some emotionless punching doll. he answered with a fervent, spiteful comment, making y.n gasp loudly. “is that how you talk to me?!” she flared up, moving towards park. out of surprise, he lost his footing when y.n pushed him. the guy slammed the left side of his body into the shelves. books, figurines and decorative dishes rained down, some of it hitting sunghoon even harder. he froze, arms spread out to keep the shelf itself from falling. y.n finally froze too, feeling the atmosphere between them suddenly shift. the air became heavier, the light seemed darker, but sunghoon remained silent. a shadow from his hair fell over his face. he leaned back, setting the shelf upright with his back, straightening up. finally, his eyes shot towards y.n, sending a chill down the girl’s spine. blood was trickling down his cheek, his gaze was heavy, and his broad, muscular chest heaved with deep, heavy breaths. sunghoon was very angry. having dated for so long, y.n knew that for sure. slowly stepping over the mess littering the floor under him, he walked up to the girl, towering over her. now y.n could clearly see how the vein on his temple bulged, how his neck reddened from anger. this time the girl didn’t know if she could avoid a reciprocal reaction, if park would hit her. he abruptly placed his palms on her forearms, taking the girl’s fragile figure into his hands, not tearing his gaze away from her. a second. sunghoon leaned down to her and kissed her with pressure and force. y.n felt his blood imprint on her cheek and closed her eyes in bliss. the sensations mixed, her lips stung, park tormented them, biting and pulling. the guy easily lifted y.n upwards, she grabbed his neck and ringed his waist with her legs. sunghoon didn’t pull away even to look under his feet. there were shards on the floor, fallen objects, but the guy worried more about y.n not getting hurt than about himself. he stopped at the kitchen island, laying her down on it — there simply wasn’t the restraint to make it to the bedroom. sunghoon was angry. so angry that the only release that would save him from a retaliatory reaction towards y.n was to take her here and now.

“he works out in the gym, that’s where he gets injured. sunghoon never leaves that place, he’s always covered in bruises,” y.n swallowed hard, giving her answer to the policeman’s question. what else was there to say? the truth? pointless. he’d decide she was a tyrant, and he’d be right. and how could she explain to him that the couple was addicted to these quarrels? it was unlikely he was interested in the details of their insane sex life. “we have testimony from mr. park’s younger sister and a video in which he admits that it was you who hit him.” y.n immediately realized sunghoon’s sister had reported her — that was obvious. she was the only one who so fiercely meddled in their relationship from time to time. well, besides sim jaeyun. “when will they let her go?” sunghoon tried not to show emotion and spoke calmly. “i’m not pressing any charges against her.” “i’d hope not, or i’d kill you,” jaeyun hissed, filling out a form on his computer. park was on the other side of the desk, writing a written waiver of claims against y.n. the two locked eyes, sunghoon only raising a brow at his former best friend’s words. “y.n is going to have huge problems if you don’t deal with your sister. but do it quietly, calm her down. she came to file the report all on edge, almost crying for you.” sunghoon smirked. “i’ll handle how i talk to my sister myself. when are they bringing y.n out? i need to take her home.” jaeyun exhaled tiredly. now that he and his friend had fallen out, bile kept creeping into their conversations. sim leaned back in his chair. “i don’t know. the shift supervisor latched onto this case, no idea what’s gotten into him.” everything in his chest turned upside down. sunghoon feared something unpleasant would happen to y.n. they were interrogating her like a criminal, and he couldn’t do anything. jaeyun’s phone vibrated. “i’ll go check what that is.” park didn’t even look at him. they had both ended up in the same girl’s net. best friends who had been through thick and thin together — now couldn’t stand being in each other’s presence. y.n had always been a bad girl: at school, in the first year of university — that’s when they met. sunghoon and jaeyun didn’t know whether that trip to the club on a saturday evening was a blessing or their eternal curse. y.n was with a friend, the four of them talked, but the guys didn’t admit to each other that they secretly took her number. both of them. they talked, called each other, meetings ended in hotels and there was only one condition — don’t talk about us. y.n kept quiet about jaeyun when she was with sunghoon, she didn’t talk about park when she was with sim. she was choosing, tasting them both. and the guys kept quiet: because jaeyun had spoken to her first, and sunghoon had been left with the friend. y.n was alluring, park couldn’t resist. at twenty, jaeyun felt like freedom, like a boyish playful smile, like jokes that made you forget your worries. sunghoon was, as always, composed and focused, silent and smelling of responsibility, but there was something dark in him that perfectly matched the darkness in y.n’s soul. probably that’s why she chose park, leaving sim with a broken heart.

“i was the first” — jaeyun’s words still echoed in both their heads.

“i will be her last” — sunghoon had said, final as a guillotine. he knew sim could never handle y.n’s temperament, but he hadn’t even given him a chance to try, latching onto the girl like a predator to prey. but… there was no prey in their relationship, both deserved each other.

“park sunghoon has dropped the charges,” jaeyun said from the doorway, opening the interrogation room door. his gaze immediately went to his boss, but he felt y.n’s eyes on him — it made the air leave his lungs. “after all we’ve dug up?!” the policeman flared up, slamming the table. “yes, he’s already filled out all the paperwork,” sim tried to answer calmly. only for a moment did he look at the girl. she was on the brink of tears. “can i go to him? please…” she voiced, her tone fractured by fear. “i need to see my beloved.” jaeyun clenched his jaw hard, crossing his arms over his chest. he was still standing in the doorway, waiting for when he could get the girl out of there. she had deliberately called sunghoon that, sim just knew it. y.n would never drop these jealousy games, even now, when the three of them were forced into the same room. they hadn’t spoken for years and met here — in a police station. “hold her, god forbid she attacks the guy right in the waiting hall out of anger,” whispered the boss, annoyed that he couldn’t see the case through. the man left first, leaving jaeyun one on one with y.n. “let’s go, y.n,” despite the order, he called her gently. “sunghoon is waiting for you, you’re going home.” “really?” she said with hope in her voice. the guy nodded with a sigh. when she approached the door and drew even with sim, she said:

“i always knew you’d cover for us, officer sim.”

the usually playful voice of the girl had turned tired, a slight smile appearing on her face. she had always called jaeyun that, even when jaeyun’s police badge was still four university courses away. old memories flared up. for years sim had tormented himself with memories of what had been between him and y.n. now, when she was so close, when sunghoon was in the waiting hall not knowing what was happening in the interrogation room, jaeyun snapped. he abruptly put his hand on the doorframe, blocking the girl’s path. she lifted her eyes to him. “i’m waiting for thanks.” “what?” y.n snorted with a smirk. “thanks for the rescue.” jaeyun’s eyes darkened. the girl looked at him, at his hand, and back at him. “didn’t you hear what they’re accusing me of, or aren’t you scared?” “even if you hit me — it would still be a touch. i dream of feeling your hands on me again.” at the sudden confession, y.n froze. the guy clearly wasn’t joking, but…

“i’m crazy, but not that crazy. i don’t even know what would be worse: hitting a policeman myself or letting sunghoon do it?”

“he won’t find out, y.n, please.” in his memories she was like a ghost, following him every day. loneliness tormented jaeyun, but with no one else did he feel the way he had with y.n — it was a vicious circle. but instead of giving in, the girl bent down, passing under sim’s arm.

“i chose him and i won’t change my mind. i love sunghoon, so unhealthily, so strongly, in a way you can’t even imagine.” she paused, seeing how jaeyun’s face gradually fell. “which way?” she looked around the corridor. “to the right,” gathering himself, sim pronounced clearly. it was foolish to hope that y.n would give him even a sliver of her attention.