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Hurting, while Jimin felt Eyes stained red, inside scared and dilated. He feels his wrists, behind his back too scraped and rough. During this, a good hour. Everything in feelings isn’t sure, considering he’s still mentally trying to reel in what could’ve happened. Soreness makes him feel like his body is bending over for weeks, with an aftermath to ruin him. Before all of this, he liked Taehyung and Yoongi. How on earth could this be real? Screaming past the rope while the two of them laughed? Between spanking his ass or his face and bruising tight skin until discolored. After a while hunched over to subjective pain, Taehyung tells him not to worry: his brother would come soon.
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Jungkook is finally done yelling to himself, and the road. Jungkook detours a back way since part of the street is barricaded from the main road. Nothing about the neighborhood made him ease up on concerns. “What the fuck,” he whispered to himself seeing so much glass and filth in the street. In God’s name, a ridiculous address to some old school building these men had him pull up to. The first thing Jungkook thinks is he should call the police. They have Jimin and Hoseok inside, yet what would happen prior if he’s already threatening Jimin if he doesn’t go inside?
What could he possibly be thinking instead of panicking? He wonders if being dead would be far worse? He has his fists, besides zero weapons, a gun from his Dad’s safe, or at least a knife. But Jungkook only felt terrible to wake up and find them missing. Trails the same way they did, the only difference is he has no flashlight, but some flicking “exit” signs that still exist.
But even though he's the older one here, such distant and unsettling dripping water broke silence, sounding as he went down the hallway. Jungkook disliked having to search while frantically being scared at the same time. Venturing on while cursing himself, and the creepiest view was opening doors to the empty gymnasium, a dark expanding room alone felt creepy. He creaks over broken debris, and heads to the second floor.
A faint glow of the moon helps, but it’s a detached intent in such a draft and cold building.
“Jimin?” Jungkook calls out. Most of the 2nd floor is nothing but rooms and emptiness. Chairs and desks turned over, but the hollow of most of it being deeply darker, made Jungkook swallow hard. No way he wants to go through it as his heart races. His movements are quick as he lifts his sleeves. Fluid and in silence but suddenly, Jungkook hears a noise. Noises that sound like something cracking or breaking. He eases further through it, past a restroom into another area to get towards the steps.
Suddenly, from the darkness, two figures emerge—Taehyung and Yoongi. Even with silence, they seize Jungkook’s footsteps as his reflexes aren’t quick or noticeable enough to fight them off. Two against one, and they grip him quickly and bind his hands behind his back in the thick rope.
“Get the fuck off me!” Jungkook spits, and a harsh punch to his stomach to make him a little breathless. He muffles at their snickering and little hidden grins. They take him to the third floor where the fun begins.
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“You want to untie him? How pissed off he is?” Yoongi does what he’s told. Jungkook almost felt like his lungs were too tight for air. He came to reality, once they got him in, and saw if he could regain some balance. Taehyung doesn’t give a shit if they untie Jungkook. Because what he has in his hand, pulled from his jacket, is far better than the attempt Jungkook tried to make with a punch to his face. An instant point of the gun to the front of his head, and stops Jungkook in his tracks.
“You think I’m scared about tying him?” Taehyung says, smoothing to the older who’s now nervous. Taehyung, with a cold smile mixed with his gaze, pressed for Jungkook to take him now.
“What the fuck is this? And why are you guys doing this?” He was so genuine, and Taehyung felt like playing around. Considering that was the goal for tonight. He puts it behind his back, into his pants, and hands his hands to Jimin.
“If you want to see him, you can. Go ahead.” Taehyung says. While he turns around and sees Hoseok still knocked out cold.
He cuffs Jimin’s face as he nears how Jimin is bubbling in tears, naked, tired, used, and sore but the rope he bites down on isn’t loose. As soon as Jungkook wants to make out what he says, he puts his hands there without permission, which permits Taehyung to grab Jungkook and toss him to the ground. Hovering him, as he and the shadow impose.
Looming in a whisper, “I am surprised you are so functional after Jimin gave you the drugs.”
Jungkook's head jolted back, as he looked at Jimin with fury. “You fucking drugged me?” He shook his head. He genuinely thought he induced that state, but knowing how badly Jimin wanted to come out tonight, it’s not too far gone now. The unexpected things you realize just from trying to be a good adult.
“Well, don’t blame Jimin for that. It was Yoongi’s idea.” Taehyung said. Yoongi waved his hand with a grin along with the news. “I mean, he’s a rookie, a virgin, and perhaps drugging you wasn’t his best.”
“Fuck you!” Jungkook spits. Another punch lands, this time on Jungkook’s ribs, causing a strangled moan to escape his lips. The cold metal gets pressured to his head, and Taehyung will shoot no one, but it’s nice to see how this ripped, tatted and quite strong brother looks so depleted. Regardless of stature, Jungkook wasn’t a fighter.
“Hmm, well it was good to fuck him.” He gets back and lets Jungkook get up from the ground. Hearing the worst thing imaginable and seeing Jimin helplessly tied up only makes Taehyung in the barely lit room and runs towards Taehyung while Yoongi steps up easily and calmly to kick Jungkook in his back, arching him to the ground again. Blood drips because his head contacted something when he made such a hard thud to the floor.
“Kook…” The soft angelic voice of a trembling Jimin. Somewhere the rope got loose and all he could do was speak. Head down into the couch they have his prompts on, and to the floor looking up Jungkook is trying not to go completely dizzy from the pain he’s in. He still has no clue what these men have done entirely, and what they need him to do so they can get home soon. The time is moving, and so is Jimin’s brain at this point.
“PLEASE! Stop hurting him!! Let us go!!” Jimin cries out.
“Eventually, but there’s a special task for Jungkook here,” Yoongi states in a calmer voice with menace, now being the one who’s looming over Jimin, being tossed the gun and sliding it against Jungkook’s thigh. He’s finding it so funny how relaxed Jungkook is because of how much pain he can’t seem to get scared of the gun. Honestly, if the job wants them dead, they should just do it already according to the older one.
“Just let them go…. please.” Jungkook trails and spits some blood on the floor. Just one more harsh thud of the gun to his head, and it’s enough to make Jungkook fully submit. He sat there, in butterfly position on the ground, and he rocked a little. His head was thrumming and the kicks to his back, and punch to the rib were all soaking in as he was in a lot of pain.
The two of them laugh, and under Jungkook’s arm they get him to the ground in one swift, and Yoongi keeps the gun in hand. The bit of light from the ceiling that comes through helps a little. Seeing more of Jimin begging to be freed. He thinks of all the times he never wanted to be a failure to his little brother, and it seems he ruined Jimin so quickly. Ruined Jimin and Hoseok. The aftermath of god, knows what will go down, and has to regret this forever.
Taehyung footsteps are heard behind Jungkook in a way to cradle the moment of horror that sets in for these siblings. “It was Jimin who asked to make his life a little more interesting, and a little less boring. So, that’s what we’re doing.” Taehyung says. He is faintly under a loss of expression, Jungkook can tell his posture is quite relaxed like the sick fuck he portrays. Dark eyes look down Jungkook’s neck, and to Jimin when he whispers in Jungkook’s ear.
“You have to fuck Jimin to leave,” Taehyung says, watching Jimin's eyes go big, and Jungkook looks so angry, but the settling desperation and hard reality hits him now.
Why else would they keep him tied up, and a little cunt still sloppy for the taking?
“Silent? What’s the matter?” Taehyung asks.
“You both should just kill me, 'cause that’s not happening. Stop with the fucking games and we won’t tell no one this happened.” Jungkook knows it’s a failure of words when it’s two men, a gun, and much more power than the three who are here under subjugation.
“NO—” Jimin struggled, but Taehyung rushed over, and gripped the rope to tighten it back up. Forcing Jimin to panic into his toe pressing hard on the couch. He writhes and wants to be let go, and he hates it. Hated how badly he got them all into such drama and the disgusting factor of a boy he thought he trusted.
“Don’t worry darling, you were still the best fuck out of all of them.” Taehyung slowly caresses his face, and Jimin calmed down because of getting faint, and not because of being touched.
“You’re restricting him, at least take that rope from his mouth,” Jungkook asked, and Taehyung obliged with a roll of his eyes. He just can’t get the entirety of fun he wants. Meanwhile, Jimin gasping for air, and so uncomfortable with the constant pull on his arms tied behind his back. Lingers into tears, as he can’t fathom what they’re asking right now.
“Are you a pussy? Or what, you like men?” Yoongi asks, slightly tapping the gun on Jungkook’s elbow.
“What? I-I—” Jungkook stutters. He had no huge preference, but he doesn’t want to fuck Jimin. That was wrong, incestuous, and fucked up. All of this was extremely fucked up.
“It’s fine if he doesn’t know. But we do know he’ll be a brother fucker by the end of this.” Taehyung laughed and stepped to Jungkook who was beyond furious at a clench of his teeth. So lovely to see Jimin’s much handsome older brother be so fruitless and with a useless cock that he wanted to fetch out of there.
“Strip,” Taehyung instructed.
“Come on. That’s fucking sick. I can’t do that—”
Jungkook stopped with two things as his shaking voice halted. The sound of the gun being pointed again, and Jimin intervening.
“Just do it, Kook.” They all turn their heads to Jimin. Taehyung made the most noise as he was thrilled he could make the little slut come around. “I want to go home.” Jimin cries, yet it’s Jungkook who is in disbelief that they should even submit to this. It’s not anything Jimin should be subjected to. He can’t even get mad at Jimin anymore, because he’s now unfortunately involved.
Jungkook steps closer, he doesn’t want to see Jimin from behind, but just on top above his bottom, the way his wrists are getting so red. He hated everything about this. Bending to Jimin near his face, and they’re both helpless.
“I’m sorry about the pills. I’m sorry I flipped you off. I’m so fucking sorry.” Jimin spills in profuse tears falling as Jungkook catches them with his thumb. The two men were not so thrilled with the sentiments.
“It’s alright. Are you sure? I’d do anything other than subject you to this. You know that.” Jungkook says.
“It’s fine. Please, just do what they want. I can’t handle this rope.” Jimin pleads, stretching it out only made his wrists worse off. The type of pain will be remembered, and Jungkook’s eyes said enough as Jimin returned to him. He had no other choice, and this was merely for Taehyung and Yoongi’s enjoyment to make them sick, and depraved. Or, just to fuck with them, and they ease to the couch where Hoseok is. Because Jungkook looks like he’s letting it set in as Jimin obliges and agrees.
Just get it over with. Is all they have to do.
The two boys, sit Hoseok upward, and he’s still out of it as they make funny faces, and kiss up his neck. They would most likely play along to Hoseok’s body while Jungkook had no choice but to fuck Jimin from behind.
“You two assholes,” Jungkook says looking behind him and cursing the two men out, and Jimin protests yet again for him to just fuck him.
“Strip, Jungkook. Your brother is getting bored. And we’re only helping him.” Taehyung says, smiling against Hoseok’s neck.
If the cure was to not talk to men ever again, Jimin has a new longing to agree to that. He probably wants no one to ever touch him after today. He said a silent prayer when he heard the buckle of Jungkook’s belt becoming undone.
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Although the other two aren’t far across the room, Jimin hears Jungkook take his pants off. Jungkook hated how slightly hard he was, and even if he had no interest in this, it was the only way he survived. The light is so dim, and maybe it helps them with the case of not being able to see each other in all its intensity, but the touch is enough. He’s naked from the waist down, impossible to get himself to not be reactionary, and perhaps the life or death peels into it.
It's like eyes wide open and not blinking. When Ju Kook stood behind Jimin getting in position, he didn't want to look down completely. But their breathing matched well. Jungkook couldn't make out everything, but it seemed they were watching while just kissing Hoseok's body. Cupping his breasts, and nipples to catch on their teeth. One for each boy who wanted to take a picture so they could keep it logged on Taehyung's phone.
He couldn't do anything because the strain of his cock is just abiding by what he knows. And there's a minor force behind it, anger, and pressure beyond imaginable going on with the sensitivity of Jimin's cunt. Jungkook didn't think twice about it, hugging Jimin's hips and diving in with no needed prep. He could feel what was left inside and got his cock completely swallowed in. “I'm sorry—” Jungkook whined once he got in deeper and bottomed out.
And there's nothing to do as he held his moans while inside. It felt hard to accomplish while being stared at and having to realize he couldn’t undo a fantasy or reality. This was Jimin, entering and defiling his brother, and feeling pathetically weak as Jimin has to lie there and take it. Taking it from a brother who can’t do much for him. Some form of powerlessness overtakes Jungkook. Speeding up the pace, and grunts are audible. He can hear Yoongi cheating softly on Taehyung. They’re making fun of him, or calling him a ’brother fucker’ at the scene before their eyes. According to them, they’re even shocked they got Jungkook to do it.
“K-kook…” Jimin said, in Jungkook’s mid-stroke once Jungkook was holding onto Jimin’s hands loosely out the rope. Jungkook ignored him, gripping with all his might as he got in with his cock feeling Jimin’s insane wetness. You count that with how small Jimin is compared to all three of them, but Jungkook had the most muscles and was riddled with tattoos. “Koo—” Jimin tried to belt out as he was getting fucked harder, and due to him being nothing but a fuckable hole he can’t fight back and has to endure the pain shooting through.
Jimin was getting ignored, but he couldn’t make out if it was Jungkook’s anger fucking him, or if it was because Jungkook’s response was a grunt or moan to how unfortunately good he felt. He was squeezing onto his brother and trying not to leak but furiously wet. Fury in his eyes when he sees what they’re doing to Hoseok while breathless to his fortune. Arousal is a tricky thing and on top of feeling Jungkook hovers on top like a dog, and grips to Jimin’s shoulders. He was truly fucking Jimin like his life depended on it.
“I’m sorry Kook. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, ah. Pls.” Jimin clenches down so hard it makes Jungkook slow down while his labored breaths hit the back of Jimin’s neck and head. Deeply grinding inside, he can’t himself. Jimin was his virgin little brother who was getting more than his first-time abandoned under so much in one night. Jungkook only wanted to get into it more so at least it seems he’s taking this seriously. He couldn’t help it, he was fucking Jimin for all the things he wish he could do to these two assholes that are getting him even more hype.
“Yeah, fuck him! Look at you guys, you fucking love it? You fucking freaks.” Taehyung says in a low tone, and Jungkook ignores them while Jimin squeezes his eyes shut. Humiliation wreaks something in both of them, because of the shit Taehyung says, Jungkook can feel how strongly the flutter of Jimin’s cunt makes him fuck at a dark speed.
“Shit looks like that cute bottom likes it,” Yoongi said, tapping Taehyung’s shoulder.
“It’s too much Jungkook. It’s way too much—ah, ah, ow!” Jimin complained, but he was clamping further and sped up. Was he aiming to make Jimin come? Or wanted them to finish at the same time and it would be over. Heating in this dark creepy ass place and Jimin moaned, relentlessly needing Jungkook to slow down.
“I’m sorry Jimin. I didn’t want this for you. None of this.” Jungkook whispered, and his body was on fire. Because he can’t help that sex with anything feels good. Jungkook was a man after all, and it’s the anxiety peaking, and his emotional front taking over. He didn’t want to slow down, because he was fucking Jimin so good. Truly an acceptance to what’s given, and the tears of his wrists.
“I’m sorry. I’m so-so-sorry you have to—ah. I’m sorry, but just slow down. Please!” Jimin begged, and Jungkook couldn't. He was lost in hoping this would soothe them both. Helplessly, Jimin cries and how intense the silence from Jungkook was and the fucking into his cervix was brutal now.
“Should make your brother come on your dick. Isn’t it tight Jungkook?” Taehyung had a limp Hoseok on his lap at this point. Lined up, and head on his shoulders. A hand between them so Yoongi could still get a feel of his nice perky tits, while Taehyung fucked into him. Maybe the thrill of knowing Jungkook would be a rapist just like him.
“It’s okay. I got you. Shh. You don’t need to be sorry. Don’t say that Jimin.” Jungkook relaxed his grind, and although he was starting to intentionally enjoy it, he smoothed Jimin’s hair and didn’t want him to cry through this. They have to get through this together. Because Jimin was sorry, hurt, taken advantage of, and his arms feel like they’re cramping, and the edge of orgasm doesn’t help.
“I’m—you called me a slut Kook. I am. I’m a fucking slut.” Jimin said. The motion of his body moving forward and sweating now only made that look true, but Jungkook didn’t believe it. Not for one second would he take this and make Jimin feel worse than he already does.
“Jimin, you aren’t a slut. This is not your fault.” Jungkook added. His lips are partially touching near his ear. Their noises were in unison as Jungkook was losing it. “What can I do to make this better for you? Is this pace fine now?” Jungkook steadily enters with less force. Just to make Jimin relax, and his juices gush more in return. He whined in response to Jungkook’s question, how much of the heat wasn’t feeling so harsh now.
“Good boy. You like getting fucked like a slut Jimin. Took my cock three times.” Taehyung hissed with his thrusts from Yoongi’s leftover cum mixing on his cock.
“Ignore him, Jimin.” Jungkook’s voice is deep, he’s talking to Jimin so they’re the only two focused on ending this. “Hey, you alright? You never answered me. How can hyung make this better?”
Hyung. Jimin thinks that brief sentence alone made him know he was locked under more care than being drugged up during it. Would Jungkook be able to handle his request, if he tells him could he make his cunt feel a little better? Could he get this going, so he could feel the release exit his body? Jimin was dying to cum because the pressure was overdue, and he just needs a little more touch. Jungkook is asking him to just talk back, and say something in return, and he needs to know Jimin can handle any more of this.
“It’s just..” Jimin paused. “I don’t want to come, but I need to.” Jimin’s mouth dropped in ecstasy hearing Jungkook’s grunt following. It shouldn't get harder to hear it, and he can’t imagine what the two of them did to him, or how badly it must have felt. His heart is dropping in the mix of both of their hearts, and it’s clouding Jungkook to the last degree.
“Tell me, what can I do? Are you scared to come because of me?” He holds Jimin’s hands, that is the only thing he can sort of get the emotion from. The way Jimin can at least squeeze back, and put some of that tension elsewhere. Jungkook sunk in so deep, that it feels impossible to not want Jimin to get what he needs out of it.
“We don’t have all day. Can’t you just cum inside the rapeslut already?” Taehyung said, finishing up. Jungkook needed him to shut the fuck for once.
Taehyung and Yoongi started viewing what the couch looks like in seeping, damn near on its last edge. Every single part of the destruction here makes him intrigued, but he and Yoongi have other plans. Laying Hoseok on the other couch, as they watch the two brothers continue intimacy.
“I need to cum, Jungkook. It's been building for hours and please help me.” Jimin said softly as his lips brushed on the couch. Trying to position his head forward as his chin touches the cushion. The last he wanted was any part of his face bearable to see if these boys saw any other form of lust on his face.
“That’s it. Just like that—” Jimin breathed. He was into a high-pitched moan that almost made Jungkook worried, but the squeeze on his hands only made him understand Jimin was enjoying himself. The wetter sounds appeal to all of them, and it’s not just Jungkook going back to a quicker speed to help, but to how big his cock felt. How wide of the rip Jimin felt, and part of him caving around with fat pretty pink lips that most likely are abused, and past their limits.
“Is this okay, too?” Jungkook added fingers to Jimin’s clit, leaning over again to wrap his hands around Jimin completely. Fingers furiously on his swollen clit.. Who gives a fuck if they’re being watched, dimmed lights or not, he can tell Jimin is far past a headspace of comfort and is only focusing on cumming. His cunt is saying what it needs to say. He’s clamping down so hard it’s forcing Jungkook out of his tight pussy.
“Jimin talked to me. Is this okay?” He whispered. Jimin high-pitched moans only meant one thing.
“That’s it. Get what you need Jimin. I got you. I fucking got you.” Jungkook was filling him up with such a thick and real cock that felt much better. Jungkook couldn’t help but return to pistoning his cock in. While he knows Jimin is trying to fight it, and he doesn’t need to. Sure, he has to be fucked to get out of here for such a sick time out at night, but he couldn’t help himself. This wasn’t a drug, but his brother was going to—better yet, wants him to come and feel good. Jimin needed it, and frankly to Jungkook he deserved to get some pleasure here.
“Harder, please. Please, I’m almost there. Fuck! You’re just so-so fucking big Kook.” Jimin had his way with a few dildos at his age to hide from Mom and Dad, but Jungkook was thicker than Taehyung.
“Yeah. Shit, you’re so wet. Do you like that?” Jungkook kept up speed. Intently needing Jimin to squeeze him back, the spasms are slowly starting.
Underneath it all. Jimin loved it. His arms couldn’t move, but pressure eased up since all of it was focused on his abused slit. Jimin feels his entire body tightening. If he cums he swears he might not breathe through it.
“I—I’m gonna cum. I can’t—but, I need to. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me!!” Jimin was out of his mind. His mind crossed between not wanting it, and he desperately has to do it. Lost in his wetness, lost in as his face buried in Jimin’s neck. Sharing the loudest moans nearing them getting to it, and so much so they didn’t know Taehyung and Yoongi were leaving. Keeping Hoseok there sprawled on the couch like absolutely nothing.
I’ll never do this again, Jimin thought. He was moaning past him, biting his lips. Impaled by the brutal fuck Jungkook is giving now. A growl comes through, and he’s into it.
Jungkook had a rhythm and knew how to fuck better. This was his brother, and if anyone was adding pleasure here it needed to be him. In charge of how much Jimin needs. And he continues flickering his clit while needing to make Taehyung a long-lost memory. He was serious if he could kill these assholes in a heartbeat. He pressures Jimin’s clit and feels a strong gush of his sweet juices drip down. It was the lightest attempt of a squirt, but fuck, it was happening now. Jungkook couldn’t believe he was making his brother cum.
“That’s it Jimin. Just let go. Cum on my cock baby. Do it. I want to feel you cum.” Jungkook pinches in between his rubbing, but saying he wanted Jimin to do so, only made the younger tremble, shaking, muttering noises Jungkook never knew was possible. They were both about to finish, and Jimin let out a semi-scream as he started shaking. He just couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“I'm...cumming—” Jimin could only say as his body convulses violently. His eyes insanely rolled back, and his lower half thrashed back onto Jungkook’s cock. But the squirting from his cunt came out, as Jungkook tried to stay in, but the tightness and all of Jimin’s strength forced a huge squirt onto him, his cock, down Jimin’s legs, and this old couch.
“Yeah…fuck!” Jungkook felt that warm spray and immediately pulled back to jerk his nut all over Jimin’s sloppy little pussy. He grunts and grits his teeth the way his orgasm came out like a fucking struggled gargle only made it more intense. Jimin was in pain but his orgasm fluttered to his eyelashes, if ever a thing was possible, Jungkook made it so. They shared their orgasm and spewed juices, and warm cum for Jungkook to collapse right on top of Jimin. He was indeed a little passed out from the coming down of what they just did.
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Between water, and little sips of electrolytes, it helped Hoseok wake up to bite a little of food. Dirty, feeling messy, and out of shock once Jungkook gave him clean clothes, and the bathroom to decompress anything. The morning is near, with no one hungry, and only want the blinds clothes and try to sleep for the day. He skips past Jimin in the kitchen, and he knows Jimin is fidgeting. He stands at the sink, not wanting to turn around. Impending of their silence, because how does one even talk about what just happened, and all that happened.
A sick joke? Prank? But it destroyed Jimin.
Jungkook could sink to the ground just as much as his stomach did, but he hissed to himself while Jimin looked extremely down, and broken.
“Jimin—”
“I know what you’re going to say to me. Leave it. Last thing I need is a lecture by someone who was just fucking their brother.” Jimin said, cutting Jungkook off. He bent to the counter, to hide under the hoodie, but he has so much shit to get off his soul. He shouldn’t hold it in.
“I will not lecture—”
“It was my fault. My sick idea to get talked into thinking boys liked me, and I’m fucking broken now.” He was hyperventilating, and the shock only can get much worse. “And Hoseok… he’s never going to trust me. I thought Taehyung and Yoongi seriously meant a good time, not for me to get rap—” Jimin’s tears ran, and I felt unsafe at this point.
Jungkook holds Jimin from behind, “It’s okay. It’s alright.” Jungkook added. Anything his voice could do to soothe, but he didn’t feel worthy of trying to help. He felt guilty easily because if anyone is to protect Jimin from shitty boys, and pervy men alike would have to be him.
Jimin at this time, needed to be stopped. So he wouldn’t try to hit himself in the head as he slapped himself with Jungkook quickly grabbing him. He almost bit down on Jungkook’s hand that was clenched around his chest. Nerves were pounding, and he was shaking while the older one hummed a little to get him relaxed.
“Why didn’t he like me?” Jimin paused. “Why the fuck did I even like him. He used me.”
“Look at me.” Jungkook swivels Jimin from the barstool of the island in the kitchen, and Jungkook sees a spirit he needs to never feel broken. Because he knows what the dazed view from Jimin means—confusing, hurt, and let down. “You aren’t at fault here. They were playing a sick game, and…” He couldn’t proceed with a tear he’s trying to hold back himself. Jimin can tell Jungkook’s voice is cracking and how baggy his eyes are. Dark and heavy. “We keep this between us. Only us.” Jungkook stated.
Jimin nods in his hands. His clothed hand’s grip on Jungkook’s wrist, and they share a sorrow gnawing with a thick lump in both their throats. Who moves on from this exactly? And a sworn protective stand, how could Jungkook feel it’s worth thinking he’s someone Jimin could ever look up to.
“But Jungkook, what happens if I get pregnant? Or even Hobi? They didn’t even use protection.” And Jimin’s shock doubles and so does Jungkook. A reality of only mere options knowing Taehyung never said Jungkook had to fuck his own brother raw. “You didn’t use protection either.” Jimin notes.
Jimin gets sick, it boils up that not only he got fucked by Jungkook, but there was no protection. He tries to talk through it, hurling up quite a bit as he runs to the kitchen sink. While Jungkook searched for his keys, he was gonna have to get some emergency contraceptives for them both.
“Kook, wait—”
“There are pills to block this out. I can’t let that happen to you. You’re both so young. Shit, I didn’t even think about it.” Jungkook panicked, and Jimin grabbed some paper towels to wipe his mouth.
“Just, forget it. Don’t leave us here alone. I’m fucking scared.” Jimin is also now in a place being there alone, although Taehyung and Yoongi have no way to find them, nor are they interested. They’re probably back in their actual city plotting on who else they can fuck up. But Jimin lacks peace to think otherwise.
“Jimin, I’ll be back in just a few minutes.” The store wasn’t too far, but Jungkook sweats when he opens the door and their parents are there. And they see how dirty Jimin is, and how Jungkook looks like he's gonna shit his pants. He curses, and didn’t mean for that to spill.
“An issue at the hotel, and we have to end our outing early.” Mom stares at them up and down, while Dad gives a distinct look of confusion. Jimin rushed behind to hold Jungkook from behind, because he didn't want their parents to see everything. Nor some of the redness on his thighs, and covering his hands in the sweater so his wrists don’t show.
“Jimin, baby. Looks like you haven’t been sleeping? You look rough. My God, Jungkook, what happened to your lip?” She questioned her kids, and they nervously laughed it off. “I’m gone for one whole day and what have the two of you gotten into.” She gasped as Jimin was fighting her hands away.
“We are just going to the store. And it’s nothing Mom.” He hated feeling her thumb on the sore lip. He was worried about Hoseok, that he neglected looking for creams, and other much needed things he’ll have to get now.
“Fine.” She eyed them up and down, looking and acting strange. Weirdly odd, that’s all. Dad was already in the bedroom, and ready to decompress since he was most annoyed about the hotel situation.
She offered for them to get a snack, but looked around and Jungkook and Jimin weren’t there. Already eased out of the door, as she walks over. Looked down the hallway to see Hoseok come out of the bathroom dressed in Jimin’s clothes, and didn’t even speak. He goes to Jimin’s room and shuts the door, knees to his chest and in pain.
Dressed more relaxed, their Dad comes into the kitchen and questions nothing. It’s early, although he craves a beer, he settles for some juice and scans the fridge for something quick.
“You shouldn’t bother the kids, honey. They probably had a fun time out.”
“Well, that’s not okay is it? Totally against the rules we set for Jimin—”
He held his hand up, stopping her. Toaster on, and a quick sip of juice. “That’s what you like to believe, but they’re kids. Jimin is only getting older. Jungkook is here for a little while, let them have fun.”
In short words, he was aiming for her to relax and not tighten up about trouble. Leaning on the breakfast island, she grabs a towel to the weird substance on the floor. Powder, unbeknown to her crushed up pill Jimin tried giving to Jungkook where most of it was spilled on the floor from last night. Still sees a big particle close by that she picks up and sees the old pill bottle in the trash.
Sometimes a Mother knows when things feel off. These old pills Jimin had expired when she scans the bottle, and only a trail of both this and crushed pills made her question things. But her husband is cooing behind with a grab on her waist. For now, she won’t investigate, and they decide to relax for the rest of the weekend, even if there’s an unsettling feeling that makes her apprehensive.