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[wonderfullyinaccurate]

Someone Like Me || Part 1/2

Warnings:

- Abusive Relationship(past mentioned and present actively described)

- Physical Abuse(past mentioned and present actively described)

You have been warned.

- Minjun is an OC made up completely by me.

This does not portray what I think of anyone involved and is simply made up of my imagination. Thank you. 

- Happy Ending(both parts)

Short Description: Jeongguk is in an abusive relationship and Taehyung comes to his rescue after a bad night.

Jeongguk’s POV

I flinch as a glass is thrown across the kitchen, just barely missing me, and shattering against the wall. Tears were already streaming down my face and I was shaking uncontrollably. I thought that I would have grown used to this now, but each time he became more and more terrifying. He became much more violent as the months progressed, I don’t know where it all went wrong. Everything was perfect. Where did I go wrong?

Ugly sobs were pouring out of me and all he did was continue to yell and berate me. He reached for more and more solid objects to launch in my direction. I try to dodge and avoid them but one of our particularly denser glass hit me in the head, shattering on my skull. I let out a choked scream as it struck me and almost instantly fell to the ground . He took this as an opportunity to dash over and grab me by my neck and yank me upwards. I gasp from the the sudden move and lack of inflowing air.

“You fucking bitch!”, Minjun yells while tightening his grip on my neck, “I asked you to do one simple fucking thing and you can’t even do that?! You’re home all fucking day doing absolutely nothing, you useless piece of shit!”

“Mi-Minjun. I-I’m s-sorry. I-I wa-was s-sick th-this mo-morning”, I say while gasping for air.

“Fucking useless!”, he says while throwing me back down to the ground.

I inhale sharply, trying to regain my breath. I reach a hand up to my neck, touching it lightly, it was sure to bruise from his force. I had barely gotten my breathing under control when I received a sharp kick right to my ribs, instantly knocking the air out of me again. He kicked me again in the stomach and once in the chest, though he was aiming for my face. I let out scream with every kick, hoping it would just end.

I curl up in to a small ball on the floor once the kicking ceased. Silent cries wracking through me. I hear him scoff and leave the room, mumbling something incoherent under his breath. Minutes later the front door to our shared apartment swings open and slams shut, signifying that he left, most likely to go drink. I stayed in my position, unable to move elsewhere at this point. I could feel a warm liquid trickling down my face, it had to be blood from the glass that hit me prior.

I was struggling to breathe still, he must have cracked a rib or something, I couldn’t tell though everything hurt. He had only been gone for a few minutes when I suddenly hear someone knocking loudly on the door. There is nothing I can think of at the moment to get their attention as I surely couldn’t yell either. The knocking continues. I could hear their voice now.

“Hello! I heard yelling! What’s going on? Is everything okay?”, a deep voice booms from outside, it almost sounds like the door was partially open.

Maybe Minjun slamming the door didn’t allow it to shut all the way.

I try making some noise, but anything that came out of my mouth was raspy and quiet. I slowly move my arm out and reach for a piece of broken glass before throwing it as best I as could to hit the other pieces. It seems to have worked, as the stranger from outside announces that they are coming in. I can hear the floor creak lightly as they slowly made their way further into the apartment. They made it to the kitchen area and instantly let out a loud gasp. The stranger rushes over too me and drops down to the floor, narrowly avoiding the glass.

“Oh my god! I-I...fuck!”, the man says panicked while he looks me over.

He quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, dialing for the police. The phone call was quick and barely audible to me. The man brings his attention back to me and stands up. He starts moving any glass away from the area surrounding me.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest before I begin to cough, blood finding its way out of my mouth. The man instantly panics more. He runs back over to me and slowly gets me to come out of my fetal-like position and saw a shard of glass stuck into my side. I must have landed on it when Minjun threw me back down.

“Shit, shit, shit. Okay, alright. The police and ambulance will be here soon alright, just stay focused on me. Just try to answer my questions, okay?”, the man asks me, trying his best to keep me awake.

I glance over to him and try to give a nod.

“Alright, alright, so what’s your name?”, he asked.

“J-Jeongguk. Je-Jeon Jeong-gguk”, I answer with a very raspy voice.

“Alright, good, good. Stay with me Jeongguk. I’m Taehyung. Do you know who did this?”, he asks another question while finding my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

I pause for a moment.

“M-my bo-boyfriend, Mi-Minjun”, I answer shakily.

The faint sound of sirens can be heard in the distance as I am struggling more and more to breathe. Taehyung seems to take notice and tries his best to get me to take slower, deeper breaths. The sirens were outside now and I could hear the people rushing in. Everything began to get really dark. I can hardly understand what is going on. I could faintly hear the EMTs voices and the last thing I saw before everything went dark was Taehyung.

———————2 Weeks Later———————

I open my eyes to see nothing but bright lights, immediately squinting to adjust. A faint beeping sound slowly making its way through my ears and getting louder as I began to fully take in my surroundings.

I look around to see machines with different numbers and information on them, along with a heart rate monitor and I could feel the tubes and wires leading to my arms. I could finally recognize that I am in the hospital in what appears to be an ICU room. I am the only one in the room, at least until one of the nurses came in. She looks slightly surprised to see me awake.

“Mr. Jeon, nice to have you join us today. Do you know why you’re here?”, she asks me, getting straight to work.

“I...uh”, my voice comes out extremely hoarse and dry.

“Ah, hold that thought. I’ll get you some water and the doctor, okay?”, she said sweetly.

I nod.

She swiftly exits. I shift slightly in the bed and a quick spurt of pain shoots through my side causing me to hiss.

“Careful there. Don’t want to make it worse”, a deep voice cuts through the room.

I look over to see a slightly familiar face.

“I brought some water with me if you want it. It’s in a bottle.”, Taehyung says while holding the water up, “I’m assuming the nurse has already seen you?”

I nod as he walks closer. He uncaps the bottle and passes it to me. I reach up and take it from him slowly and begin to drink as he continues talking.

“I’m sure the nurse told you that she was gonna bring water?”, he questions.

“Y-yeah”, I say while moving the water bottle away.

“Have you seen the doctor yet? I’ve been gone for like two hours or so”, he asks.

“N-no. I j-just woke up”, I answer.

“Oh. I see. Well, I guess we’ll wait for them then”, he says while moving over to the chair near the bed, “Question. What’s today?”

“Huh?”, I look over at him.

“Mm, you know. Monday? Tuesday? What’s today?”, he asks again.

“Umm.”, I pause to think.

If it was Thursday when Minjun did this, I can’t imagine that it’s been more than a day or two. I thought I would feel more pain, but it must be the morphine or something.

“It’s either Friday or Saturday, right?”, I finally answer.

“Mm, not quite. It’s Thursday”, he says while watching my expression change.

Thursday? But...what?

“Thursday? It’s been a week?”, I ask clearly confused.

“Two actually. But it’s nothing to be alarmed of”, he says still watching me.

“T-two weeks?”, I repeat somewhat emotional.

“Hey, it’s—“, Taehyung starts.

A knock sounds through the room and the nurse returns with water and the doctor.

“Ah, Mr. Kim, nice to see you again. I see you brought him water already. I’ll just set this down over here for later.”, she says while setting the styrofoam cup down on a rolling table near the bed, “Dr. Sonu is here to check you over and answer any questions, okay? I’ll be back later, sweetheart.”

The nurse leaves the room and the doctor comes closer to me and checks the information on the monitors while writing some stuff down.

“Alright, hi Jeongguk, I’m Dr. Sonu Chihun. I’ve been looking after you while you’ve been here and helped preform the surgery you had. How are you feeling?”, Dr. Sonu asks me.

“I-I...what? I had surgery? I don’t know what’s going on”, I say, starting to tear up.

Taehyung stands up and quickly walks over to the side opposite of the doctor and takes my hand. He gently rubs his thumb on the back of my hand.

“Hey, it’s okay. I know all this information is coming at you really quickly right now, but I just need you to breath and relax, okay? We’re gonna fill you in, I promise”, Taehyung says, giving my hand a light little squeeze.

I nod slowly, taking in a few deep breaths before looking back towards Dr. Sonu.

“Right yes, I’m sorry. That was partially my fault. Let’s talk. I’m sure you know the reason you were brought in, yes”, Dr. Sonu asks while I nod, “Right, well, we had to take you into surgery upon arrival for the glass shard that had entered into your side, as it had punctured your lung.”

My mouth formed and “o” shaped as the doctor was explaining.

“Are you feeling much pain from that side right now just laying there?”, he asks.

“Uh, not really. Maybe a slight pinch, but that may be because I shifted a bit earlier”, I answer him.

“Mm, well, that’s about normal for where you are now. What about any other discomforts? Like your head?”, he says while taking more notes.

“Uh, not really?”, I say.

“That’s good. I don’t think you’ll have to stay here much longer Mr. Jeon. Maybe two or three more days max, just to clear some things. Once you are able to leave though, you’ll have to make sure you keep your movement and lifting limited for the time being. I’ll remind you of all this once we start filling out the discharge papers, alright?”, Dr. Sonu says while giving me a smile.

“Al-alright”, I nod.

“Nice seeing you boys. And, I’ll be back to check on you again later Jeongguk”, the doctor says while leaving the room.

I let out a shuttering sigh as I dove into my thoughts, completely missing the fact that Taehyung had never let go of my hand. He continues to rub small circles into the back of my hand before speaking up.

“What are you thinking about?”, he asks.

I shake my head coming back into reality.

“I...I have no where to go once I’m out of here. I can’t go back there to that apartment, Minjun had me delete all my friends from my phone and change my number months ago, I have no clue where my family is, and what if he comes back for me. I ju-just”, I begin to cry.

“Shh, it’s okay. I promise Minjun won’t ever see you again, the police found him two days after what he did to you. You two won’t see each other for a long time, you don’t have to worry about him anymore. As for your friends and family, I’m sure we can find them together while you stay with me”, he says reassuringly.

“What? Really? No...no that’s not right. You’ve already wasted two weeks here with me, I can’t—“, I start.

“No, it’s not a waste coming here to check on you. Let me tell you a quick story, okay?”, he asks while I nod, “A few years ago, I was in a situation just like yours. I was in a toxic and abusive relationship with no escape. He made me do all the same things Minjun did to you, I lost everything I had because of him. Well, one night we were out having dinner, a night I thought was going to be different for a change. At one point I had excused myself and when I returned my leg hit the table causing his drink to spill down on to him, completely on accident. He blew up right then and there, the restaurant full of people. I kept on apologizing and then, as a waiter was passing by, he grabbed the bottle they were carrying and smashed it over my head. I fell to the ground instantly and people screamed. He went to kick me and was able to get one good one in before other patrons of the restaurant, whether they were workers or customers, came in to restrain him and check me. I was barely coherent at this point. The next thing I remember was waking up here, in the hospital. There was one other person in the room and she was looking down at her phone. She saw me out of the corner of her eye and looked up and smiled at me. She did for me, what I’m doing for you, because she told me her story, but no one was there for her. It sucked. She made me promise to do the same, if I had ever found myself in the same situation. So, here I am. I am a man of my word”, he tells me with a few tears prickling at his eyes.

I look at him with pure sympathy in my eyes.

“Wow. I’m so sorry, Taehyung”, I say.

“No need. It’s in the past now. For now, we’ll focus on you”, he says while booping my nose.

“...okay”, I finally agree.

————————1 Week Later———————-

I was discharged from the hospital two days after I had woken up and I’ve been living in Taehyung’s spare room since. He went and collected my clothes from my old apartment beforehand. I couldn’t bear the thought of going back there at the moment. Just the thought alone of returning there made me tear up.

Currently I am laying in bed, as the doctor— and Taehyung—have me on strict bed rest. I was told that I could move around for maybe 15 to 30 minutes at a time, but to take long periods of rest in between. For my safety, the doctor also said not to move around without Taehyung being present, just in case I wasn’t able to handle it. I only really moved back and forth from the bedroom to the living room or dining table. I wasn’t allowed to sit up right for long periods of time either, Dr. Sonu said 30 minutes was my limit for most things.

I heard a knock on my door before Taehyung opens it completely and steps into the room. He walks over to the bed and sits on the edge.

“How are you feeling today? Have I brought your medicine in yet?”, he asks.

“Better, I think. And you have, earlier this morning. Did you forget?”, I ask with a light chuckle, anything more would’ve hurt still.

“Ah, right.”, he laughs, “That’s good that you’re feeling better as well because I have some news!”

“News? Is it the good kind?”, I ask while looking directly at him.

“Of course! When would I ever deliver bad news?”, he acts shocked, “Anyways, I believe I have found some friends of yours!”

“Wait!? Really?!”, I ask shocked.

“Mhm! Do the names Park Jimin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, and Kim Seokjin sound familiar to you?”, he asks, showing some excitement.

“Oh my god! How?”, I ask as tears start pouring out, “I never thought that I would see them again.”

Taehyung moves closer to my face and wipes away the tears.

“I’m assuming these are happy tears?”, he chuckles.

I nod while smiling like an idiot.

“I haven’t seen them in soo long. I miss them all so much. How did you find them?”, I ask, a few tears still escaping.

“The internet is a wonderful place when you’re looking for people. I’m part of a page that helps reunite lost family and friends. I put a notice out the day you had told me about them and I’ve just heard back today. I’ve messaged back and forth with a few of them and the all want to come see you!”, he answers enthusiastically, “I told them that when you’re more mobile would be the best time, so you guys can properly hang out. So, you better get to healing up faster!”

“Doctor says three more weeks, so I better be. I can’t stand not being able to move freely right now”, I joke.

“I’m sure, you seem like your more of a free spirited kinda guy”, he says.

“My friends used to call me that a lot when I was younger, so I guess I am. I was just...held back”, I say the last part quietly.

Taehyung rubs my shoulder.

“Well, no more of that. If the doctor clears you for it, we’re going to one of the funnest places I can think of when your friends get here”, he announces.

“Sounds amazing!”, I say while smiling.

“Great, now let’s watch a movie! You pick one out and I’ll go get snacks!”, he says giddily.

“Alright, sounds like a plan to me!”

(1/2)

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