#but I'm here going I MADE THIS TAB WITH MY GUITAR ON MY LAP WHY CAN'T I PLAY THIS

[practically-an-x-man]

love when I'm practicing guitar to a tab I MADE (and haven't played in a while) and am still like "damn this bitch is tricky"

[lunar-jimin]

no one knows who you are just another girl alone at the bar

Day 3: A Song that Needs to Be Played Loud (DONTTRUSTME by 3OH!3)

Pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader

Rating: PG-13

Genre: angst, fluff

Length: 1.7k

Warnings: mentions of past physical and mental abuse in a relationship, marks from abuse

Summary: When you thought you had nowhere left to turn, somehow he was there, and he was everything you needed. 

a/n: Another entry into my 30 Days of Sound series. 

series m.list | m.list

The pub was a bit dingy for your taste, but you wanted alcohol and this seemed to be the only place in town that provided it. Town was a bit of stretch: it consisted of about five buildings (one of which was this pub) and a single road down the middle. But you were tired and there was a motel so it had to count for something. Tomorrow you would be on the road again anyways , searching for somewhere to call home.

The bartender was an old woman with tattoos up and down her arms. Her silver hair hung in a braid down her neck. Despite her rough exterior, she offered you a warm smile, something you hadn't seen in a while.

"What can I get for ya, darlin'?"

"Vodka soda. Keep them coming."

You looked around as she fixed your drink, eyeing the patronage. It was mostly men in their early fifties to late seventies, all sitting around, drinking beers and having a laugh. They didn't so much as give you a second glance. It felt comforting to be invisible.

At the back of the room, a small band consisting of a drummer and a guitarist were playing an acoustic version of some vaguely familiar indie song. You were surprised at how young and attractive the guitarist was. Curly, long, black hair shadowed his eyes while his graciously long fingers pried sweet sounds from his guitar. His voice was gorgeous and you briefly wondered what someone with so much talent was doing here.

You didn't get the chance to finish your thought as the bartender placed your drink down in front of you. As you went to grab, your sweater sleeve dragged up, revealing the green and purple splotches on your arm. You prayed that she wouldn't notice them, but the compassionate look staring back at you told you that she had. You were grateful she didn't mention it.

You didn't notice his presence beside you until it was too late. You nearly jumped out of your seat when you noticed the handsome singer had taken up a stool next to you. The bartender handed him a whiskey on the rocks as he turned to face you.

"Hi."

You felt faint. Sure he was attractive from far away, but up close, his beauty was deadly. You gave him a small smile in acknowledgment.

"I'm Jungkook, and you are?"

You whispered your name softly, fighting to slow down your runaway heartbeat.

"Nice to meet you."

His smile was blinding. You thought that was the end of the conversation and turned back to your drink, trying to ignore the lingering disappointment.

"So, what brings you to this small town?"

You perked up.

"I'm on a road trip."

"Oh. By yourself?"

A trace of concern flashed across his face and you wanted to laugh. Your own parents could care less about what happened to you, and here was this stranger you had barely met who was worried about your lack of travel companion. What were the odds?

"Yeah. I don't exactly have a lot of friends."

"Why not?"

"Umm, I never had time for them I guess. I was too busy preparing to take over my parent's empire."

"Empire?"

"Yeah, it's what I call their business conglomerate."

"Oh, so you're rich."

"I was."

He looked confused, one eyebrow cocking up. It wasn't fair how cute he was.

"I wasn't fond of who they wanted me to marry," you explained, "so they cut me off."

"And now your going on a road trip. By yourself."

"I guess I'm trying to find somewhere new to start. Somewhere that feels like home."

"I can get that. I've been wanting to leave this town forever."

"Why don't you?"

"Too scared I guess," he frowns, "It's kind of pathetic now that I think about it."

"It's not. Things had to get really bad before I found the courage to leave."

The concern returns to his face.

"What do you mean really bad?"

You weren't one to be vulnerable, especially with a stranger, but there was something about Jungkook that made you trust him. His presence felt like a warm blanket on a rainy day.

"Well, I was actually in love with the guy they wanted me to marry. How could I not be? He was the perfect gentleman, everything a girl could dream of. But then I moved in with him and things changed. He would come home drunk and angry. At first, he would just yell at me: blame me for all the things that were wrong with his life. I didn't think much of it at first, but then it started to escalate. He would grab me, push me around..." tears filled your eyes at painful memories, bruises aching in remembrance, "and then..." your voice cracked, "and then he started to hit me."

You looked down at your drink morosely.

"And I still stayed for months after."

"And your parents didn't care?"

You shook your head.

"All they care about is the wellbeing of their precious business. The marriage was going to boost sales exponentially. When I took that away from them, they didn't care that my arms were covered in bruises, they just never wanted to see me again."

Jungkook looked nauseous, and you couldn't blame him. He was just some guy, probably looking for a hookup and getting your sob story instead. He looked at his drink, and then back at you. Tears were still falling down your face, and you weren't sure you could stop them if you tried. Despite everything you had gone through, it had been a long time since you had cried.

"Can I hug you?" His voice was barely audible.

You nod, and then his arms are wrapped around you, and you’d never felt so safe in your life. His body felt huge compared to yours as his arms trapped you against his chest. His heavy cologne overwhelmed your senses and you allowed yourself to bury your face into his chest. Even when you were still in love with your ex, he never made you feel like this. Jungkook made you feel like you were home. And you had only known him for all of thirty minutes.

Eventually he pulls away to look into your eyes. You notice that despite how dark his are, they are are still filled with depth.

"Where are you staying?"

"At the motel."

"Oh hell no, I'm not letting you stay there. It's riddled with drug addicts. Stay with me. I'll sleep on the couch."

"I could never."

"Really, I insist. I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, knowing you were at that god awful place."

You knew you probably shouldn't trust a stranger, but there was something about Jungkook that screamed safety and refuge. Maybe it was the shy smile he was giving you or the way his eyes glittered with hope.

"Okay."

"Really?"

You giggled at his excitement.

"Yeah."

"Alright, come on."

"Wait, what about the tab?"

You reached for your wallet.

"Don't worry about it darlin'" the bartender smiled, "it's on the house."

"Oh okay. Thank you so much."

She nodded as you turned around to follow Jungkook out the door. You went to head towards your car when he stopped you.

"No need."

"What?"

"I live right across the street and your car will be safe there."

"Oh okay."

His house was small, consisting only of a bedroom, a bathroom and a living area, nothing like the opulence you had grown up in. But unlike the mansions of your childhood, his house was filled with warmth and love; the difference between a house and a home.

"Sorry it's a bit messy, I wasn't expecting company," he looks at you sheepishly, arm coming up to rub the back of his neck.

"It's just fine. Lovely, actually."

He smiles.

"There's a spare toothbrush in the bathroom."

You nodded, too lazy to go and fetch your stuff from the car. When you exited the bathroom, he was standing in his bedroom with a t-shirt in hand.

"You can wear this for pajamas if you like?"

"Oh, thanks."

"Yeah."

There was that shy smile again.

"See you in the morning."

"See ya."

He closes the door behind him. You fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. The next thing you know, your eyes are blinking up to the sleepy morning light. You crawl out of bed and slip on a pair of Jungkook's sweats you find on the floor. Jungkook, himself, is out on the front porch with a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in another. You take a seat beside him.

"Morning sleepy head."

"Morning."

Even with messy bed hair, he still looks like a god and you resent him for it.

"Listen, I was thinking..."

He turns to look at you.

"Yeah?"

"You should come with me."

"Hmm?" his eyes go wide with surprise.

"You should come with me. To wherever I go. You said you wanted to leave, so you should leave with me."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely. Look, I know we've only known each other for about twelve hours, but I really like you and I think you should come with me."

"Okay."

You look at him shocked.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I like you too, and I think you must be what I'm waiting for. You just have to give me some time to get my affairs in order, but I would love to join you."

You could jump with joy but you refrain yourself. You look at your lap, trying to regain control of your breath, excitement coursing through you. When you look at Jungkook again, he's staring at you with a face you can't read.

"Can I kiss you?"

The question takes you by surprise. You had wanted nothing more than to kiss him since the first time you had laid eyes on him, but you hadn't thought he had felt the same about you. You nod.

His lips are soft against yours. His warm hand reaches up to cup your cheek as he slides across the bench to be closer to you. Heat floods through your body as sparks flood your mind. Your lips move together in perfect syncopation. You felt like you had just clicked with your matching jigsaw piece. Eventually you pull away to regain your breath.

"I'm so glad I met you."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

"I'm glad I met you."

You kiss him again.