#request 20

You don’t remember the first hit or the second…or third, but the last hit – a kick to your stomach did you in. You threw up your snack from earlier and cried as Dario sneered down at you before he pushed his hair out of his face. You tried to move away from your mess as your vision got spotty, but it was no use, your limbs felt like led and refused to move. You woke up a few hours later to the sound of Dario’s voice and you winced when the heavy stench of vomit flooded your senses…he left you in your own filth.

“I said she’s busy. She’ll call you another time!”

The sound of something slamming against the glass table in the dining room made you jump, and you quickly closed your eyes, forcing yourself to ignore your vomit as you pretended to still be passed out. You could hear Dario grumbling to himself before he walked your way. You kept your breathing steady and let your body remain limp as Dario grabbed your wrists and pulled you away from your mess.

“Baby…babe?” You could feel how Dario’s hand shook as he patted your cheek, trying to wake you up. “Baby…wake up. You need to clean yourself up.” Dario shook you and you blinked opened your eyes, wincing once again as his face came into view. He sighed with a frown and helped you stand on your own two feet. “I don’t understand why you like to make me so mad. Can’t you just listen to what I say?” Dario helps you into your shared bathroom and pats your shoulder, “I’m going out with some friends. Don’t expect me home tonight.” Dario leaves the bathroom, and you strain your ears to listen to the sound of the front door opening and closing.

The moment the door slams shut, tears stream down your face and your legs crumble underneath you as you cry. Your ribs are on fire, your left arm is stinging with pins and needles and your right cheek feels sticky. Wrapping your arms around yourself as best you can, you cry harder, disgusted with yourself. You hate yourself for staying but you know what everyone will say if you leave. It’s your fault, you weren’t good enough…maybe you deserved it for being such a weak woman. The first time he hit you, you truly believed that you deserved it…and with every repeating instance; you’re convinced you still do. 

The two of you had an argument shortly after your engagement and when you walked away from him, Dario grabbed your shoulder and pushed you against the wall. His hands wrapped around your throat, and he screamed at you, told you that you weren’t allowed to walk away from him. He said you had to be punished for being so rude and he beat you, marking your skin where no one else could see.

The sound of the front door opening, and slamming shut made you jump up. You quickly wiped the tears from your face and scrambled towards the shower, ripping off your clothing, desperate to hide your tears from Dario, he always hated when you cried after a beating.

“Y/N? Y/N?”

You froze mid step into the shower and your eyes widened in horror. No. No, h-he couldn’t be here. Jaebeom couldn’t be in your apartment right now. Turning on your heel, you curse as your foot tangles in your jeans and sends you crashing to the bathroom floor. Footsteps rush towards the bathroom and before you can shout, Jaebeom runs in.

“Y/N?!”

“Get out!” You shout, trying to keep the tears from your voice as you try to cover your naked body.

“S-sorry!” Jaebeom slaps his hands over his eyes.

“G-get out…p-please!” You beg as your lower lips start to tremble, your vision blurring as tears burn the corner of your eyes.

Hearing the pain in your voice, Jaebeom turns his back to you and grabs your robe off the back of the door, “Put this on.” He orders softly and tosses your robe behind his back.

Catching the robe, you force yourself to sit up and slip your arms into the holes before you tie it loosely around your hips. “I-I’m covered.”

Jaebeom turns around and his eyes widen when he looks at your face. “What…Y/N…?” Jaebeom’s voice is breathless as he walks forward and lowers himself into a squatting position. Reaching his hand out, you flinch and Jaebeom frowns. “What did he do to you?” He moves slow, making sure you see his every movement as he cups your cheek in his hand and wipes at what you now know is blood from the busted skin. Jaebeom’s eyes get misty around his waterline, and he presses his lip together in a tight line. “Come on…let’s clean you up and get you into bed.” Jaebeom treats you like a fine China doll as he helps you to your feet and moves you in front of the shower. He checks the water and tisks his tongue, “No hell water tonight, Y/N.”

Jaebeom turns down the temperature of the water and steps back before he starts to undress. “W-what are you doing?” You question, keeping your eyes directed to the floor.

“You can hardly stand on your own and hot water will make the color in my pants run.” Standing in just his boxer briefs, Jaebeom steps into the shower and offers you, his hands. “I promise not to look, and I won’t touch unless you ask for help.” Seeing as Jaebeom is already in the shower, soaking wet, you sigh and turn your back to him. You remove the robe and reach back for his hand. You grab onto his hand tightly and allow for Jaebeom to lead you into the shower. The warm water burns as it hits a few open cuts and you cry out, jumping back into Jaebeom’s arms.

“It’s okay. It’s okay…” Jaebeom hugs you and the warmth from his skin makes tears well in your eyes. If Dario saw you in this situation he would kill you, but right now you don’t care…in Jaebeom’s arms you feel the safest you have ever felt. Your tears fall and Jaebeom’s hold on you tightens as he holds you around your waist being extra careful of a nasty looking bruise that’s starting to form just under your ribcage. Slowly, Jaebeom moves about the shower with small steps and reaches, voicing his every action before he makes it. When he starts to wash your body, you tense up and Jaebeom halts his movements, “Am I hurting you?”

“…No.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

You suck your bottom lip into your mouth and wince as you lick over a cut. “N-no…”

 Cleaned up with a fresh set of bandages and pjs, you sit on the opposite side of the couch facing Jaebeom who doesn’t look happy at all. His eyes have lost their shine and they look black. Your passion twists at knotted on top of your head, wrapped up with a large silk scarf to keep your hair from irritation the cuts on your face. Jaebeom clears his throat, and you wince, knowing that he has questions and expects answers.

“Where is he?”

You chew on the inside of your bottom lip and shrug your shoulders. Jaebeom narrows his eyes, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

A few puffs of air leave your nose and as you huff out a pitiful laugh, “Say anything?” You clench your hands into fist and stare at the silver chain hanging from around Jaebeom’s neck. “What could I say, Beomie? He’s my fiancé…it’s my burden to deal with.”

“Bullshit!” Jaebeom sits up a little straighter and grabs your ankle, pulling your feet into his lap. “That fucker needs to go, and I’ll get rid of him myself if I have too.” As harsh as his words are, Jaebeom’s fingers are soft and warm as he digs into the soles of your feet. You body melts into the couch as Jaebeom continues to speak while massaging your feet. “I don’t ever want to see you hurt; do you understand that? No, real man puts their hands on a woman, yet alone his soon to be wife.” Jaebeom shakes his head as he speaks.

“I dese-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” Jaebeom shoots you a hard look and you swallow with a small nod of your head. “No one and I mean no one, especially you deserve to be hurt. He doesn’t love you if he’s hurting you…”

Tears blur your vison once again and you tilt your head back against the arm of the couch, trying to stop the tears from falling. What does he know? How can Jaebeom say that so easily and mean every word?

You feel Jaebeom tug lightly at your calf, and you allow for him to pull you into his lap. Your legs are on either side of his waist, folded at the knees and he holds you close, running his hands up and down your back slowly. His skin is warm and inviting, the scent of your shea butter and honey body wash clings to his skin and sooths your aching heart. You fall limp, a solid puddle of tears and sorrow in Jaebeom’s arms as you cry. How long you cried, you don’t know. You just know that Jaebeom held you the whole time until you fell asleep.

Hearing your breathing even out, Jaebeom readjusted his hold on your body and stood up from the couch, making sure he doesn’t bump into anything as he walks down the hall to your bedroom. Carefully he tucks you into bed and lays beside you on top of the covers. He stares at your battered face and his jaw locks up in anger. Slowly he reaches out and lets his fingertips ghost over the band aid on your cheek…you didn’t deserve any of this and tonight he was going to make sure this never happened to you again. He watched you sleep for a little while longer, enjoying the peacefulness that embraced you while sleeping.

Sighing, he sat up and stretched his arms over his head before he got off the bed and grabbed his clothing from the bathroom floor. Once redressed, Jaebeom had murder on his mind as he left your apartment in search of your scumbag fiancé.

It wasn’t hard to find Dario, he was posted up outside of a club with a few of his friends and some random women that weren’t Y/N. Jaebeom was seeing red as he watched Dario flirt with a little blonde woman, his hand squeezing her ass as he whispered into her ear. Getting out of his car, Jaebeom strode right up to Dario’s little group and grabbed him by the back of his collar. Dario screamed in protest and before anyone could act Jaebeom sent the smaller man crashing to the ground with a fist to his face. Jaebeom jumps on top of Dario and Dario’s friends watch as the fight plays out.

“You sick fuck! I told you not to hurt her!” Jaebeom yells in Dario’s face as he holds him up by the collar of his shirt. “You never deserved her!” Jaebeom seethes punching Dario in the face. Glaring Dario clips Jaebeom in his jaw with a right hook. The two start to throw punches and they are no longer in one spot, the two of them are rolling around on the floor trying to pin the other while still inflicting pain. Jaebeom gets the upper hand and let’s punch after punch rain down on Dario before he pulls him close to his face. “Touch another woman again and I’ll treat you like the bitch that you are. Break up with Y/N and delete everything you have of her. I don’t want to even remember you fucking face by the time it’s all said and done.” Jaebeom narrows his eyes and Dario nods his head unable to speak from the amount of blood that’s spilling into his mouth from his broken nose and busted lip.

Pushing Dario away from him, Jaebeom gets off the ground and glares at Dario’s friends, “Real cute to hang around with a woman beater.” The men’s eyes widen and they all stare down at Dario is disgust making Jaebeom roll his eyes. Yeah, just pretend that you didn’t know your friend abused his fiancé…cowards. Heading back to his car, Jaebeom cruses as he shakes out his hand. He knows that you will question him about it when you see him later, so he decides to head to his own home for the rest of the night. In the morning he gets a phone call from you, crying on the other end that Dario broke up with you and kicked you out of the apartment. Jaebeom tisks his teeth, but smiles none the less.