Chapter Two

WARNING this story has some mentions of eating disorders and then has a part with self-harm in it.

I do not agree with or support self-harm, eating disorders, or anything that damages yourself or others. This is just a part of the plot. If you or someone you know is considering or thinking about committing suicide please contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline(1-800-273-8255). If you or someone you know is hurting themselves/yourself, please contact someone who can help (https://www.selfinjurysupport.org.uk/). If you are being abused or threatened by your guardians call your emergency service number.

If you are an introvert(like me) or if you don't feel comfortable contacting the people above, I recommend talking to a friend, guardian, trusted adult, and if worst comes to worst you can always message me. My Snapchat is merbear011 or if you want to you can message me on Wattpad(username is BottomJungkookie0-0).

Now back to the story.

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//Hoseok's POV//

I was very frustrated when I got into the limo. He had been torturing our mate for so long. How could we have not noticed? I looked over at Tae and saw him holding Jungkook. They were both smiling. It was so cute. I smiled while looking at them. I'll be honest it was pretty jealous of Tae though. Why did he get to be holding Jungkook? I felt anger and jealousy run through my veins. I was about to protest until I heard a quiet beautiful voice say "W-what is h-happening?"

I looked down into Jungkook's confused, fearful, and overwhelmed eyes. He breathed in through his nose and then went completely limp. I began to panic. What was wrong? Was he okay? Did his father drug him?

// Jin's POV//

"Everybody calm down," I said calmly although I was freaking out on the inside. I was desperately trying to think of a logical explanation to explain why he had passed out.

"He is probably just overwhelmed by all of our scents. He might not even know what a mate is" Namjoon said.

"WHAT?" Everyone said in unison.

"His father probably didn't tell him. When we were tying him up he said that Jungkook was going to be his and only his. He also said that Jungkook was never going to understand who we are." Namjoon said.

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Once we arrived home, Tae carried Jungkook into the house and laid him on the couch. We all cooed at him as he grabbed onto a pillow and cuddled it. We all talked while we were waiting for Jungkook to wake up.

After about ten minutes Jungkook started to sit up. He looked around with a very confused look on his face. His small doe eyes filled with tears and he looked down, avoiding eye contact with us. I was about to go over and comfort him, but Jimin beat me to it.

"Hey, it's okay," Jimin said as he calmly and cautiously approached Jungkook, "Remember me?"

Jungkook hesitantly looked up and nodded. He looked at each of our faces and stopped when he saw Taehyung and Yoongi.

"W-w-where am I?" He whispered.

This time I spoke up and said, "You are at our house. You are safe here and we would never hurt you."

"M-my f-father is g-going to be m-mad at me f-for being h-here." He said tearing up again.

//Jungkook's POV//

He is going to kill me. I'm not even allowed to leave the basement and now with a bunch of strangers, who are all incredibly hot, at their house. Jimin hugged me. I flinched and didn't know how to react.

"He isn't going to get you ever again," Jimin said, "We are here to protect you now."

I don't know why but I feel like I can trust him. He sounded so honest. I hugged him back and smiled. Is this what it is like to feel safe? I feel so secure and happy when I am with them. I never want to leave. Jimin pulled back and smiled at me. I instantly smiled back. Our moment was interrupted when I heard the others coo at me. I felt my face flush a bright red color.

"Well I think it would be best if we each introduced ourselves," said a tall man as he approached me. He had long legs, cute dimples, and large lips. "I am Kim Namjoon, but you can call me RM, Joonie, or whatever you want. I am the leader of our gang." He stuck a hand out and I hesitantly shook it. He seemed like a very professional person and his sent was nice. It reminded me of cinnamon rolls.

Next to come over to me was another tall man. I was now realizing how small I am in comparison to them. They were all masculine strong alphas while I am a frail small omega. He had very wide shoulders, a round face, and large round lips.

"Hi, I am Kim Seokjin, but you can call me Jin. I am the oldest member of the gang and I am like the mother of the group." He said. He had a salted caramel scent.

"I already introduced myself, but I am Min Yoongi. You can call me Yoongi, Suga, or whatever you want." He said before flashing his adorable gummy smile. I remembered meeting him earlier he was the guy who stayed in the doorway the whole time. He had a milk chocolate scent.

"I am Jung Hoseok, but you can call me J-Hope or whatever you want!" The next man said. He had a very infectious smile and seemed to be very positive. He had a sweet cotton candy scent.

"You already know me, but my name is Park Jimin. You can call me anything you want!" Jimin said. He had a nice vanilla scent.

"Hey baby boy, my name is Kim Taehyung. You can call me Tae, Daddy, or whatever you want." He said while winking. I blushed at the nicknames. He had a lavender scent.

"Are you hungry? I can go and make you some food if you are." Jin said completely ignoring Tae's flirtatious comments.

I don't think that I would be able to choke down too much food otherwise I would get fat. I don't want them to hate me or kick me out because I don't look good, but at the same time, I am so hungry. Even at the mention of food, I feel my stomach grumbling.

After a couple more seconds of debating in my head, I slowly nod my head. Jin smiles before leaving the room and goes to a kitchen. Then the voice in my head comes back.

What if they poison me? I don't think they will. They all seem like really nice people. Even if they do I'll finally be out of this cruel world. Maybe I'll see my mother, if she died that is. I haven't seen her in years.

They are probably going to hurt me just like my father did. He was nice, but then once mom left he changed. Maybe it would be better if I end it all.

"Where is the bathroom?" I ask.

"Right down that hallway. The second door on the right." Hobi says.

I thank him and then walk to the bathroom. Their house is so big! How rich are they?

Once I arrive at the bathroom, I panic. I start hyperventilating, sweating, and I can feel tears burning in my eyes. My chest tightened as my panic increased. My mind was repeating "I am a burden to everyone who knows me" and "They will hurt me as my father did. Everyone eventually hurts you." My thoughts were spiraling out of control.

Is this a panic attack? What do I do? I can't breathe at all! I'm going to die

They are going to hurt me. This is my only chance.

I try to stand up, but because of the lack of oxygen, I immediately fall back down. Deciding crawling is the best strategy I crawl over to the sink. I throw open the cupboard and hastily search for anything that can help me end this miserable life. With my terrible luck, I find nothing so I crawl to the shower. I push the glass door open and crawl over the edge of the shower. I looked up at the shelves and find a razor. I use the wall to help me stand up, before snatching the razor.

My legs shake like jello before I fall right back down onto the ground. During my fall, the razor slipped out of my hand before breaking. One of the blades detaches itself from the handle. I crawl over to it and sit against the wall.

"Sorry for everything" I whisper before I make two deep cuts. One on each of my wrists. Then continue to make smaller cuts until my vision starts becoming blurry. I hear a loud banging as well as some yelling before I hear a loud crash. My vision goes completely black before I can see who/what it is.

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Hi everyone! I hope you are having an amazing morning/day/night! If no one has told you this yet today just know that you are beautiful and loved! If you ever need/want to talk I'm always here ♡♥.

I wanted to repeat the fact that although this story has some graphic messages/scenes in it do I in no way encourage any eating disorders, self-harm, child abuse, or suicide. I am just using this as a part of the plot.

If you have any questions about the story feel free to comment!