Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/11344452. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS Relationship: Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Park_Jimin, Kim_Seokjin |_Jin/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, lots_of taekook_sorry, love_triangle_to_be_had, Jeon_Jungkook/Jung_Hoseok_|_J- Hope, Jeon_Jungkook_&_Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope_&_Park_Jimin Character: Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Kim Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope Additional Tags: Smut, Court_AU, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Drugs Stats: Published: 2017-06-29 Chapters: 1/? Words: 4213 ****** Court of Blood and Sweat ****** by orphan_account Summary Based off the Blood, Sweat and Tears MV; basically I took the characters they portrayed in that MV and made a fanfiction based off it~   Jungkook doesn't know what he's in for, especially when both the prince Jimin and mysterious lost boy Taehyung take an unusual interest in him.. Notes this isnt supposed to represent any of the members actual personalities but rather the characters that they show in that MV~ Mostly just smut but theres a bit of plot I guess.. *Note* the first smut scene is short but theres a long one towards the end!! *>* Enjoy! See the end of the work for more notes Jeon Jungkook was a young man of a decent social standing, his family sitting in the middle of the chain, it came as a huge surprise when one day a letter arrived inviting him to join the King's court.  The King was a mysterious man, he was known to have two sons... Two bastards technically, it was unknown if the two brothers shared a mother but the rumours were that it was unlikely. He had legitmentized both sons as princes of the nation. The King had never wed and a couple years after his last son was born he turned his court into a mens only court. Rumours flew about that he had fallen in love, but the women he loved had died in childbirth. Nethertheless, Jungkook was invited to live with the King, in the Capital, his family would be unable to decline in their middle standing position. Jungkook knew his mother would be disappointed, since the women-ban meant she would be unable to visit him or find him a wife properly.   The next day he packed his bags, when the King gave an order it was best to simply show up at his request rather than send a lengthy reply. The trip took him two days by carriage and when he finally stepped into the large castle he could feel his exhaustion.    The castle courtyard was beautiful, filled with plush gardens, fountains and statues. The town his family ruled had nothing that held a candle to this beauty. "A newcomer?" Jungkook turned to see a brightly lit young man in a military uniform approaching him. He was dressed in a dark black uniform with cropped orange hair, he had a sword like most officers of the King but oddly had a bow snuggly sitting over his chest, arrows hanging from his back. Jungkook could see they had caps ontop of the points, he wondered if the arrows were poisoned. He suddenly felt stupidly shy at how stupid he looked, he had wandered away from his carriage and bags to get a better look at his new home, simply only wearing his travel clothes without any sort of noble sense to him.   "Y-yes," He managed to say. "I'm Jeon Jungkook, I was invited to court recently." "Oh! Nice to meet you, I'm Hoseok!" the man smiled down brightly but there was something predatory in his gaze Jungkook could feel. Hoseok continued to study him until Jungkook cleared his throat. "I left my backs back at the entrance, I'd better-" He was cut off looking into the gardens, a young boy wandered through. He was wearing only pajamas, walking through the gardens with no shoes, his feet not seeming to mind the rocks he was stepping on. Jungkook met his eyes and couldn't help but gasp, he was young with beautiful golden hair, he had a very strong serious energy despite his attire.   The boy saw Hoseok beside him and he saw both of them stiffen. The golden boys face grew darker and he spit on the ground and walked back into the castle. "W-who was that?" Jungkook felt obligated to know something about this strange boy if he was to share court with him. "He's not apart of court, he's simply one of the King's pets who wanders around." Hoseok growled.  Jungkook could see that Hoseok's face had grown very dark. "Don't let him convince you to help him sneak out of the castle," Hoseok continued warningly. He tapped his bow; "I've had to shoot him down before with one of these, I don't think he'll ever forgive me."  Jungkook nodded, noting that it was probably not poison on the arrows but a tranquilizer. He wanted to ask why the boy was not allowed to leave but he felt very threatened by Hoseok's energy since the boy entered. He nodded his goodbyes and headed to explore the castle further.  When he walked through the door connecting the gardens to the castle before his eyes could adjust to the castles dark interior he felt his shoulders being grabbed and pushed up again the wall. "Shhh." His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and he saw bright blue eyes and a soft golden hair over them.  His heart stopped, he could tell the boy was beautiful from afar but up close he could see how doll-like his features were, it was like he was sculpted.  "You're new to court, right?" He said. "I'm Tae.."  He brushed up against Jungkook's ear with his lips, his hair tickling Jungkook's neck, he was suddenly aware of how closely pressed up together they were, with Tae's hands pressing his shoulders back and his legs entangled with Jungkooks. Face turning red Jungkook pushed him away effortlessly and tried to catch his breath. Tae stood smiling down at him, his energy completely different from when Jungkook had been with Hoseok. "I'm Jungkook.." He managed. "And yes today is my first day, I was hoping to greet the King." "Ahhh," He looked downturn. "He isn't in today, so how about you play with me instead?" Without waiting for a response he grabbed Jungkook by the sleeve and pullled him down the hallways. Jungkook followed, taken aback by his energy and unable to refuse his requests. “What do you think of them?” Tae asked, studying his reactions. Jungkook took a closer look to the paintings, most of them were of men, broken angels, men reaching up to the angels. In the middle of the room was a giant statue of a man with two large black wings extending out, the man looked grotesque... Jungkook suddenly felt ill looking at the room. “It’s disgusting.” He said flatly.   He turned to Taehyung expecting him taken aback by such a response but instead he smiled;   “Same here,” He grinned. “I hate this room and I hate this whole castle. Soon you’ll understand it’s a prison.” His face suddenly got dark and he leaned in way too close again, brushing his hair against Jungkook’s neck, he shivered against it.   “Most of the men here are animals, I’m glad we have eachother.” His lips rubbing at Jungkook’s ear. “I’ll introduce you to some of my friends here, I don’t want you to get taken in by the... wrong crowd.” He moved away from Jungkook’s ear, Jungkook nodded, knowing his face was probably an extremely dark shade of red. He followed Tae through a winding number of passage ways.   “Where are we going?” He finally asked after they turned what seemed to be the 20th long hallway. “I wanted to introduce you to Yoongi...” He frowned. “But it seems he’s gone missing again.” “What does Yoongi do here?” Jungkook wondered. “He’s just a pianist.” Jungkook gasped, he was sure the King’s pianist was no commoner, but he had gone to court to make powerful friends, that was the whole point of him coming here, to make connections for his family, to greater their name. Here he was looking for a pianist... with a strange boy who wandered in his pajamas.   He briefly wondered what Taehyung’s role in the court was, he remembered Jungkook saying he was not apart of the court yet he lived here despite not partaking in any court activities? He looked at Tae out of the corner of his eye and wondered if he should dare to ask. “Ahh!” Tae interrupted his thoughts. “Jimin-ah!!” A young grey-haired boy stopped down from the crossing hallway away from them, he nodded looking as if he was going to continue walking but his eyes fell onto Jungkook and he suddenly started walking over to them.   He was dressed in a similarly coloured grey suit, he must be a noble, Jungkook thought.   “Hello, I am Jimin.” The young boy immediately bowed upon meeting them. Looking closer Jungkook could see he was also wearing stunning grey makeup, matching his grey eyes, he looked almost inhuman he was so beautiful. He reached out to grab Jungkook’s hand, looking unsure if he should kiss or shake it. Before Jungkook could reply to his words or his gesture, Tae wrapped his arms around his shoulders pulling him backwards away from Jimin.   “He’s already mine, Jimin-ah!” Tae whined. “Go play with Hoseok or Yoongi, since you clearly only want me when I have new things to play with!!” Jungkook was so startled he didn’t know what to say, Taehyung had become more playful after leaving Hoseok’s presence, but he was acting downright childish infront of Jimin.   “If you’ll excuse me,” Jimin smiled quietly and bowed before he left them again, disappearing into the many hallways.   “Oh man,” Taehyung said excitedly. “If you weren’t between us he wouldve hit me, I would’ve won though, I always do.” Jungkook could’ve sworn his eyes glittered with a new excitement, his face had a new light to it.   “Who is he?” Jungkook asked. “Jimin?” Taehyung looked at him like he was stupid. “He’s the prince, of course.” Jungkook sighed, already exhausted with Taehyung’s antics, dragging him around the castle, embarassing him infront of the prince. He couldn’t believe Taehyung had gotten off referring to the crowned Prince informally, who exactly was he? “You’re not mad?” Taehyung was still glittering infront of him, drinking in Jungkook’s defeated expression.   “Not much I can do now that it’s done.” Jungkook sighed. That sparkle again. “I really like you,” Taehyung said. “I think you’ll be my new pet. A cute little bunny to play with.” He reached out to ruffle Jungkook’s hair, who didn’t even bother trying to fight against it. How did he manage to met the strangest person in his first hour of court.   Taehyung was suddenly dragging him again, but this time he hooked his hand around Jungkook’s waist, pulling him side by side. “W-wait.” Jungkook flushed at the contact. “This way!!” Tae pulled him down a few more hallways, and then stairs, lots of stairs.   ----   “Where are we?” Jungkook asked, feeling uneasy.   “This is Namjoon’s room! He’s apart of the staff, their accommodations are down here with the rats, terrible right?” Taehyung said, his eyes drinking into Jungkook’s reactions again.   “The staff? What does he do? Play guitar?” Jungkook sighed.   “Nah, the music staff is considered noble. He’s one of the many many bartenders upstairs.” Taehyung knocked on the door loudly again. “I know youre in there!” He yelled.   The door suddenly swung open, a tall lean man with grey-green hair opened it. “What do you want now?”   “The usual, for two.” Taehyung grinned.   Namjoon’s eyes flickered to Jungkook, he nodded his head “m’Namjoon.” “Jungkook,” He nodded back.   “I don’t really think that this brat can handle what you have Taehyung.” Namjoon shrugged. “It’s pretty strong stuff.” “I’ll be fine, I’ve had plenty worse before.” Jungkook scoffed, annoyed that a member of the castle staff was referring to him as a brat. He could be beheaded for such behaviour.   “Do you even know what it is?” Namjoon laughed, clearly amused. “Drinks right??” Jungkook was suddenly confused, “Tae said you were a bartender...”   Taehyung who had made his way behind Namjoon came up behind him and blew a small puff of green smoke at Jungkook’s face. Jungkook coughed, and suddenly realized.   “Drugs?” He asked in horror. “Is that allowed?” Namjoon laughed loudly, clapping Jungkook on his back and letting him into the small damp room. “Taehyung can get away with anything, don’t worry about that.” Jungkook found an uneasy seat on the bed, Taehyung sat down next to him. “I’m more worried about you, these drugs are strong... Although you said you’ve done worse?” Namjoon grinned expectantly. Jungkook groaned, he couldnt deny that challenge, his first day at court... Doing drugs with commoners, meeting the prince, meeting probably the strangest boy in the castle. Taehyung who had been smoking quietly from the small pipe, seemed satisfied enough to rejoin the conversation. “Don’t worry Kookie,” He drawled. “I’ll give it to you so you dont have to take it from the pipe. That way it won’t hit you as hard.” Namjoon snorted, he went towards the other side of the small room where an array of different potions sat on a desk and started to arrange them noisily.   “Ready?” Taehyung asked. “Open your mouth and get ready to breathe in deeply.” Jungkook nodded, closing his eyes. Suddenly he felt something warm lock around his lips and realized Taehyung and moved closer to him and was breathing the smoke from his own mouth into Jungkooks. Startled, Jungkook breathed in sharply, causing him to cough, making the drugs hit him harder.   “Shhhh” Taehyung moved onto his lap, winding one hand underneath Jungkooks head, resting on his neck, holding his jaw and his head in place. With the older hand he brought the pipe up to his own mouth, taking a larger breathe of the smoke this time before bringing his lips down on Jungkooks again. Jungkook felt himself cough again, more violently this time, falling onto the floor, trying not to throw up.   “Shhh,” in his drugged coma he heard Taehyung again. “You’re my good little bunny right?” He felt warm lips moving against his own, he feverishly pushed back, messy and inexperienced.   “Please,” Jungkook whispered. “Please what?” Tae’s voice again, he saw Taehyung move towards the zipper on his pants, his beautiful blonde hair going between Jungkook’s legs. “Such a good little bunny,” Jungkook felt himself blush at the praise.   Jungkook felt his mouth latch onto the head of his cock, his hips buckled against Taehyung’s mouth. “Ahh TAE, TAE.” He wailed loudly, finally breaking his silence. Taehyun-   ----   He suddenly woke up, sweating, looking around. He was in an unfamiliar room, his bags had been placed within the room and he had been changed into his pajamas. Sunshine creaked through the open balcony. He buried his face into the pillow, feeling his hardness when he turned over. What a shameful dream to have, shameful feelings, shameful, shameful, shameful. He refused to touch himself, instead attempting to will it away. It must have been the drugs, he thought.   How much of it was real?He wondered in horror. He hadn’t remembered getting up to his room, or leaving Namjoon and Taehyung. He left to go wash up, making sure to instruct the servants to bring the coldest water that wasn’t ice. This will be my start at court, he thought. He looked at himself in the mirror, his hair done upwards, uncovering his forehead, making him look more mature. His black shirt with a small red necktie, tied into the back. He smiled at himself, ready to face the court.   The servants lead him to the main room, where everyone in court ate together each morning. True to the rumours, when he entered, it was only men. Only male servants, he wondered what had happened to the King to choose such a life. Clearly he had sons, so he was not uninterested in women.   Jungkook bowed upon entering. The King was at the head of the table, announced to the room; “This is Jungkook everyone! He shall be joining us in court as apart of the agricultural consult.” Jungkook quietly bowed his head again, the King continued; “We have each consult after breakfest, agriculture meets on Wednesdays, you simply need to stay after breakfast, until the meeting is ajourned. Otherwise the castle is yours to roam and use.” The King continued, introducing each of the many people at the table, Jungkook bowed to each one, trying to remember their faces. Directly to his left and his right were his two rumoured bastards. Jimin, dressed more suitable for the humidity was wearing a sleeveless black top, he smiled again, his darkened grey eyes scanning Jungkook. The King introduced him as “Jimin,” nothing else.   To his left he introduced; “Jin” a quiet young man with pink gold hair, he nodded looking off into the distance again, he had a very far away look.   “This is Hoseok, the captain of the guards, he is apart of the miltary consult and the best shot in the entire country.” He pointed to the formally dressed orange man, who nodded and smiled at Jungkook, making a joking salute gesture. The rest of the faces blended together to him, he wasnt shocked to not see Taehyung, Namjoon or the mysterious Yoongi introduced. They had been clear they were not nobles.   The King made room for Jungkook up beside Jimin, Jungkook thanked him for his kindness and attempted to make awkward small talk before eventually saying;   “I’m sorry about yesterday by the way, I wish we could’ve met better.” Jimin apologized. He lowered his voice, “Taehyung is just trying to use you, I wouldn’t get involved with a person like him.” “Are you involved with him?” Jungkook blurted out. Jimin’s grey eyes darkened. “He’s involved with me.” Jungkook nodded, trying not to point out... they were the same thing.   “Hey come have a drink with me and Hoseok after breakfast.” Jimin’s eyes sparkled, “I’ll show you that we’re much more fun.”   ---   Jungkook entered into the large room, it was filled with various couches, and a large balcony overlooking the sea outside, the wind slowly breathed in and Jungkook smiled.   “Here you go!” Jimin handed him a drink. “W-wait,” Hoseok said, Jungkook was startled, he hadnt even seen the man come in behind him, he was no longer wearing his military uniform but instead a soft button up shirt and a pair of pants.   Hoseok grabbed the drink from Jimin and handed Jungkook a green glass instead. “This one will be much better I think,” He smiled at Jimin knowingly. Jungkook felt uneasy with these two, he remembered Taehyung’s warning about the court. Theyre all animals.   “Jungkookieee.” Jimin whined, looking at Jungkook’s vacant expression at the drink, they had moved over to the couches, Jungkook softly put the drink down, feeling out of place.   Hoseok and Jimin exchanged small talk, Jungkook felt himself zoning out, not sure what or who they spoke of. “Hey Jungkook you look really tired.” Hoseok spoke directly to him, his name popping him out of this stupor. “I’m really good at massages if you want one, I know it must’ve been a long ride out here. The summer castle really is in the middle of nowhere.” Hoseok continued. “Jimin’s good at them too”, he cast a mischievous look over to a confused-looking Jimin. Jimin didn’t seem to know what was going on but nodded.   Jungkook went along, not sure how to deny a massage from the prince, although it seemed like the head of the guard was more in charge. “Here here sit here.” Jimin pointed, Jungkook moved onto the floor, sitting at the bottom of the couch as Jimin grabbed his shoulders and started massaging. “Ahhh, AhHH.” Jungkook felt himself groan, he really was tense and overtired. He felt Hoseok’s eyes twitch at his groaning. “W-wait wait wait.” Hoseok stoppped them, he moved their position so that Jimin was straddling Jungkook from behind, with Jungkooks body and legs up on the couch along side him. He suddenly felt shy at the amount of attention he was getting from the both of them, he could feel both of them watching him intently. He tried to stiffle his gasps from Jimin’s shoulder massage but the more he tried, the more Jimin pushed.   Hoseok suddenly got up from the spot he had been sitting at and grabbed one of Jungkooks legs, he started at his foot, pushing into all the pressure points, moving up past his knees. Jimin had moved upwards as well, onto his neck instead of his shoulders. The room had gone completely silent, the only sound being Jungkooks muffled noises. His noises turned to moans and he threw his head back suddenly, Hoseok had moved up to his inner thighs and was massaging them sensually. He shut his eyes, unable to hold back any sounds. “Ahh, are your thighs really sensitive, Kook?” Jimin whispered into his ear.     Jungkook’s head rolled on his shoulder, Jimins hands had moved from his back to wrap around the front of his chest instead, he felt Jimin’s hands roam over his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. One of his hands grazed his nipple and Jungkook heard himself loudly moan, unable to control the noises he was making. “Woah there, Kookie” He heard Hoseok say. “Getting hard from just this? We haven’t even touched you anywhere sensitive yet.”   Jungkook shivered at the way he empathized “yet”. He felt his soft velvet pants being pulled off, leaving him in just his thin shirt and his boxers. He suddenly felt Hoseok’s mouth on his inner thigh, he buckled, loudly moaning “please please please.”   His mouth was soon shut by Jimin, who pulled him in for a silent kiss. He felt Jimin’s tongue push his lips open and explore his mouth. Jimin took his tongue and sucked it into his mouth, while Hoseok covered his thighs in hickies. Jungkook loudly moaned into Jimin’s mouth, panting, his hips being pushed down by Jimin’s hands now, stopping him from finding any friction. “P-please,” Jungkook whispered. This whole situation had become so bizarre, but also he could think about was his desperation.   He saw Hoseok look at Jimin over his shoulder;   “Well if you do something for us...” Hoseok started.   “Anything, anything.” Jungkook whispered.   Hoseok grinned, looking too innocent for the man who had started this whole thing.   “Turn over.”   Jungkook shivered, they repositioned him so that he was on his hands and knees, his ass up in the air, now bare as they had removed his boxers, his dress shirt hung loosely as the only piece of clothing on him, somehow making him feel more lewd with it on than if he had removed it. “Make sure you keep your thighs nice and tight.” Hoseok whispered from behind, he grabbed Jungkook’s hips and thrust his own cock inbetween Jungkooks thighs. “God your thighs are so beautiful,” Hoseok mumbled between thrusts, “Just as gorgeous as the Prince,” He smiled upwards.   Jimin was sitting infront of him, unsure what to do it seemed like; Jungkook could tell he was already half-hard from straddling and teasing Jungkook earlier. “His mouth, his mouth, Jimin-ah.” Hoseok panted between thrusts. Jungkook nodded encouragingly, he wanted his release fast; his inner thighs were so very sensitive, and having Hoseok thrust and grab them was making his breathing hitch.   He shut his eyes as he felt Jimin thrust his cock into his mouth as well.   Jimin sat there for a second, and then suddenly grabbed Jungkook’s hair, thrusting deep into his mouth.   Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jungkook let out loud moans, he couldn’t let it. He loved being treated like a toy, a pet, a baby. He wanted to tell the prince that he could use his body whatever way he wanted, to leave him raw, shameful, disgusting. He felt Hoseok cum, spurting on his thighs, he left and spiraled around to Jimin, straddling him from behind, Jungkook saw from his low view on the ground as he whispered dirty things into Jimin’s ear, and a hand pushing in and out of his asshole. Suddenly Jimin pulled out of his mouth, coming onto his face. Jungkook was taken aback by the sudden attack, he saw Jimin turn and pull Hoseok into a deep kiss, he felt a little used and disgusting. A plaything to be discarded, he had wished for it a moment ago, but he felt the heat leaving his body from the realization of what he had done.   Jimin seemed to notice the look on his face, and pulled him forward so that Jungkook was sitting nakedly on his lap, his legs on either side of Jimin.   Hoseok moved again, behind Jungkook so he couldn’t see his face. He was directly facing Jimin, any moment that Hoseok made would be undetectable to him, he felt Hoseok pulling his arms up and taking off his loose dress shirt, it was disgusting now anyway. Jungkook thought, burn it.   Jimin started to kiss Jungkook’s neck, he immediately felt the shame leave his body as he started to moan loudly again. Jimin stopped to look towards him again, “Woow Kook, it seems your neck is just as sensitive as your thighs,” His hands slowly traced Jungkook’s thighs as he went back to lewdly licking his neck. Jungkook felt two fingers slip into his mouth as Hoseok pushed his fingers inside, Jungkook sucked on them aggressively, his tongue grateful to have anything to wrap around.   Jimin moved from his thighs to his cock, slowly pushing his hand into the slit, Jungkook gasped, he moved his hands up and down aggressively jerking him off as Hoseok twisted his nipples from behind; it was too many hands for his mind to handle, he came almost immediately, shaking from the aftermath.   Panting and finally having his release, he sat there in shock, Jimin slowly pushed him off and began to find his clothes, Hoseok as well not saying anything. They grinned at eachother as Jungkook sat there managing to put nothing back on. They opened the doors to leave, he saw the flash of a familiar looking blonde boy as they opened, he felt his eyes fill with tears as he laid down on the dirtied couch shamefully.   End Notes this is my first fanfiction ever so please be easy on my unedited dribble PS: This is set in an ambigious European city! I didn't want to be inaccurate but also didn't want to research so it's left to be a fictional location! PPS: There will be more chapters, I just have no idea how to add them without having them written yet LOl Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!