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  Rating:
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      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
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      Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Park_Jimin_(BTS)/
      Everyone, Jeon_Jungkook/Everyone, Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Everyone, Jeon
      Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Kim_Taehyung_|_V,
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Park_Jimin, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Jung
      Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Kim_Taehyung_|_V
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      Park_Jimin_(BTS), Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V,
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin
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      Don't_read_if_sensitive, plenty_of_noncon_and_dubcon, the_hyung_line_is
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      Non-con, Underage_Drinking, yoongi_really_likes_jimin, taekook_love_each
      other_a_lot, Hoseok_isn't_that_nice, abusive_vhope_relationship, seokjin
      treats_jungkook_well, Dubious_Consent
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      Published: 2017-10-13 Updated: 2018-03-27 Chapters: 10/? Words: 43694
****** Evil is the new love ******
by knjtae
Summary
     Jimin was lonely, 16 years old and living in a one bedroom apartment
     with his three younger siblings. He was poor but he was happy.
     But one day Jimin stayed out just a little to late, he didn't mean to
     talk to the nice well dressed stranger offering him some cash if he
     did a little bit of work, he didn't mean to willingly get in his car.
     He didn't mean to be taken advantage of, locked in a huge room in a
     huge house with two other scared, younger boys who called themselves
     Taehyung and Jungkook.
     They didn't mean to fall helplessly in love with the four older men
     who took them from their homes, who took away their innocence, who
     left marks on their body. They didn't mean to, did they?
Notes
     There is underage noncon, dubcon and relationships. If you feel
     uncomfortable please don't read.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Meeting them. *****
Jimin could feel the cold air blowing his blonde hair, he knew he should have
worn his beanie. He knew he should be at home by now. The streetlights of Seoul
was shining bright through the dark night. He needed to be alone, he needed
time to think. Jimin loved sitting outside, thinking of life and why he was
floating around earth without a purpose or a plan. He was happy, very happy,
but he was clueless. He was clueless about his future like anyone else his age
would be. He worked at a nearby coffee shop doing dishes. He was lucky he even
got the job, his father had worked on his managers house a few months back and
he took Jimin in without a second thought.
Jimins father was very respected around our neighborhood, he fixed their
floors, roofs, yards for free. His mother would often argue with his father,
telling him his heart was to big for this shitty neighborhood. Father would
promise her that we would get out soon, that we would be free from the creaked
floors, the loud stomping above our apartment, the constant drugs being sold at
every corner of our run down neighborhood.
Jimin sat down on the old bench at a nearby park, the park he always went to to
think. He was never out this late, he knew about the gangs, about the bad
people, about the prostitutes and the muggers, but he needed to be alone. Even
if being alone was going to cost him. Jimin sat back, letting the cold wind
brush his blush cheeks, hearing the leaves on the trees around him make music
with every hard gush from the air. The air smelt fresh, his body was cold but
it was alone. Jimin loved being alone. He opened his eyes as he watched a nice
black car pull up to the parks parking lot just 20 feet away from him, jimin
was right under the streetlight so he knew he could be seen.
They didn't have cars like that around here, glossy and well taken care of,
washed and didn't sound like a dying cat when it came to a complete stop. The
only nice cars he'd see is government cars, making it's way through our shitty
neighborhood with their tinted windows, the neighbors would always say they're
counting us, how many of us they need to get rid of, need to disappear, so
Seoul could be just a little more safe. My mom told me that it was nonsense,
not to listen to the paranoid neighbors who were strung up on drugs.
Jimin watched as the car lights went out, just sitting there with it's tinted
windows, he began to feel uncomfortable as five minutes went by and nobody
stepped out, the only sound was the whistling in his ear from the cold wind and
the sound of the leaves running across the ground as if trying to find safety
from the cold harsh wind. Jimin was about to stand up, it was getting way to
late, the car in front of him was making him uncomfortable and he knew his
mother was most likely wondering where he was, worrying. As jimin stood, the
car door came open in a swift movement, causing jimin to stop, his curiosity
getting the best of him.
A well dressed man stepped out, his hair was brown, he was tall and he had a
very soft, friendly face, making eye contact with Jimin as he smiled, his
dimples coming into view. Jimin stayed still, the man was dressed in a buttoned
up black shirt and black jacket, black slacks and nice shiny shoes. Was he an
investigator? Jimin didn't want to run, he had no reason to run, what if he was
with the government? He looked like a man Jimin should respect. Jimin gave him
a small smile back, holding onto his small cold hands as the tall, handsome man
walked gracefully toward him. Once he was only a couple feet away from him he
stopped, the dimpled smile never leaving his face.
"Don't you think it's a bit late to be out here by yourself?" The man asked,
his voice sounded so smooth, so soothing, jimins body relaxed as he began to
nod his head. "Y-yes sir. I'm so sorry, I was just about to head home." Jimin
answered back, he could see the cold air leaving his mouth as he breathed out.
The man did a small chuckle, shaking his head, looking jimin into his eyes, but
it didn't make him feel uncomfortable, it was actually very comforting.
"Ahh, don't worry about it kid. It can be our little secret. I'm Namjoon, it's
nice to meet you." Namjoon said stepped closer to Jimin holding out his hand to
shake, jimin took it quickly, shaking the mans warm hand, feeling empty when
his cold hand left the warmness. "I'm Jimin. U-uh Park jimin" Jimin said
shakily, the cold air finally hitting him after feeling the loss of the mans
warm hand.
"Jimin, nice to meet you." Namjoon said, the smile still on his face, Jimin
gave him a small smile in return. The man seemed polite. "Aren't you cold kid?"
Namjoon asked, Jimin nodded quickly. He was, maybe the man would excuse him to
leave, he knew his mother must be so worried. "Do you have a jacket? Gloves?
You'll catch a cold." Namjoon said, Jimin felt a blush spread across his
already pink rosy cheeks. He didn't have any of that, he didn't have money for
that, he looked down, not wanting to admit to the man that they didn't have the
funds for his needs. Jimin said nothing, he knew it must have been
disrespectful, but after the long awkward pause he knew it was to late to speak
up. The man knew.
"Are you looking for work? I need some help at my office, I could balance your
school and home life if you want. Hows that sound?" Namjoon bent down to Jimins
level, his dimples still visible. Jimin smiled once again, he did need a new
place to work, they cut his hours at the coffee shop, he wasn't making enough
for anything other than food for the house. "Are you sure sir? I don't want to
be a bother, I haven't worked many places so I don't really have any experience
and-" Jimin got cut off by namjoon nodding his head, the mans smile growing
wider. "Everyone starts somewhere right?" He asked. Jimin smiled and nodded,
the mans voice was so soothing and comforting, maybe this was the ticket to get
him and his family out of here, to a new neighborhood, better house, clothes
for his siblings, pretty things for his mom. Jimin was so trusting, he was easy
to take advantage of.
"Great, it's a bit cold to walk home alone and dangerous. Don't you think
Jimin? Would you like me to take you home? I'll explain to your parents and see
if they're alright with you working for me." Namjoon said, holding out his
hand. Jimin looked at his hand for a slight moment, the man was so generous, he
knew his mother and his father would respect Namjoon bringing him home and
offering him a job, away from this run down place. Jimin took his hand quickly,
he was freezing, his mom must have been worried and he wanted to get to know
Namjoon better, wanted to show him he was worthy enough to work for him, that
he wasn't just a poor boy with no future.
Namjoon led jimin to his car, jimin was so small for his age, he was 16 but
looked like he was twelve, with a doll face and bright blonde hair, his mom
told him to smile more often, that it could cure sadness. Once jimin got into
the car it smelled like new, it was spotless, jimin could now smell the
expensive cologne that Namjoon wore. The car was still warm, though namjoon
turned the heater back on. Jimin smiled, about to explain where his house was
when he looked over in Namjoons direction, the smile on his dimpled face was
now gone, as he dug into his black jacket pocket.
Everything after that seemed to go in slow motion, the car locked on the
inside, Namjoon turned quickly, holding the back of jimins head in a quick
movement before pressing a piece of cloth to jimins mouth and nose in a swift
motion. Before Jimin could even fight, feeling his hand tighten on the door
handle beside him but the door wouldn't come open.
"Shh, it's okay. It's okay." He heard namjoons voice quickly say as his vision
started to get burly, his hand loosening up on the car door handle before he
seen nothing but black.
-
Floating, Jimin was floating. Well he thought he was. He felt arms wrapped
around him, he was on his stomach, wasn't he? He felt as his head moved up and
down. Shoulder, he was on someones shoulder, his stomach on their shoulder
under him, his head dangling on the persons back. He smelled nice, his head was
spinning, he heard other movements around him. Hushed voices as the walking man
came to a halt.
"How old is he? He looks so young." a voice said, the voice sounded concerned,
but he heard the same voice laugh afterwards. The voice answered him back, it
was a very familiar voice. That voice, that voice, who's voice was that?
"Hoseok, I didn't ask him his age. I didn't really have time for much." The
familiar voice answered back. The voice sounded so casual. "Was it easy?"
Another voice asked. Jimin could feel himself start to drift off again, he
didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. "It was." The voice answered
back. "He will be awake soon, get his bed ready and get him something
comfortable to wear." The familiar voice said. He heard another voice say okay
as the man began to walk again, Jimin felt his body move. He felt as if he was
being rocked to sleep. "He's pretty." He heard a man say, it sounded like the
man called Hoseok. Before he could hear anyone else response he felt himself
drift off again, seeing black.
-
He felt hands on his body, warm hands on his torso, down his legs, back up to
his torso and then gripping his thigh. The hand made it's way to Jimins ass.
Massaging it, he heard a man take in a deep breath, a shaky breath, as he
continued to grip Jimins ass in his hand. The hand removed itself from his ass
as Jimins hands were being forced above his head, and his arms being put into
sleeves, a sweater. A very warm sweater, once it was on him he felt the hands
force his legs up as warm pants were put on him, the hands slowly moving up his
thighs reaching his hips as the pants were fully on him. He was to afraid to
open his eyes, the bed was soft, around him was quiet other than the sound of
the mans shaky breath. He knew he wasn't home, where was he?
He was at the park, he needed to get home. he remembers that, he remembers the
cold breeze outside and....Namjoon...He remembers Namjoon. The nice man who
offered him a job. Who said he would take him home. Who locked the door and
covered his mouth with a cloth. Jimins heart started to beat faster. The hands
were off of his body now, but he could still hear the breath of the man above
him. He took in a deep breath slowly opening his eyes, the light in the room
was dim, it smelled like lavender, the bed was so comfortable, he could feel
the fur of the cover around the outline of his now warm body. His eyes started
to adjust before he looked at the man in front of him.
The man had red hair, he had a handsome face, a nice smile as he watched Jimin
land his eyes on him. "Are you warm now kid?" The man asked, he knew that
voice, but not his face. He wasn't Namjoon but he had the same soothing voice
as him. The same warm smile. Jimin didn't answer him, he felt a lump in his
throat, thinking about the mans hands on his ass just moments before, he was
terrified, he felt the tears start to fall down his cheeks. He was going to
die. He knew it.
The man frowned at him, before smiling and wiping the tears that fell down
Jimins pretty doll face. "I'm Hoseok, don't cry. We will be good for you if you
be good for us. Understand?" His eyes were gentle, but his question was harsh,
demanding an answer. Jimin nodded his head slowly. He knew he should have gone
home. He was warned, he trusted to much, just like his father did. He was going
to die in the hands of strangers.
"How old are you Jimin?" Hoseok asked, his voice gentle again. Jimin swallowed,
looking to his left and then his right. There was two other huge beds in the
room, the room had a huge book shelf, it was clean and it looked so
comfortable. It was huge, it seemed larger than the size of his apartment as a
whole. Hoseok was still watching him, waiting for an answer. Jimin spoke, "I'm
16" He said, he knew his voice sounded so small, so sweet. Hoseoks eyes lit up
before he nodded. "Yoongi likes that age." He answered back casually before
standing up. Who was Yoongi? Jimin just wanted to go home. He was to afraid to
speak. Hoseok watched him. "You look like a scared puppy, it's cute. I like
them scared." Hoseok said with a smirk, Jimins heart sank before he could think
of what Hoseok just said, the door opened and in walked three other men. His
eyes landed on Namjoon first, before he quickly looked away once they made eye
contact.
In walked a shorter guy with black hair as well as a taller guy beside Namjoon.
"We were just talking about his age, 16. He's the oldest out of the other
boys." Hoseok said. All the men nodded except one, he watched him closely. His
eyes scanning his body after hearing his age, Yoongi, that must be Yoongi.
"Jimin, it's very late and we have a lot to talk about. A lot to understand and
a lot to agree to. We will talk about it all in the morning." Namjoon said.
Jimin began to feel hectic, as his eyes shot to Namjoon quickly. "No please.
just let me go home. I wont say a word I promise. Please le-" Jimins words were
cut off by a stern "Shut up." Coming from Namjoons mouth. His eyes were dark,
the room grew quiet. "That's one rule I'll let you know before tomorrow, don't
talk without permission. Unless the four of us give you permission to open that
little mouth of yours then you wont speak. Understood?" Namjoon asked. Jimin
felt tears start to stream down his face, seeing Hoseok smirk as the tears
began to fall quicker. Jimin nodded his head slowly.
"I'm Namjoon and he's Hoseok, but you already know that." Namjoon said pointing
at Hoseok and himself. "This is Yoongi and Seokjin." He said pointing at the
two handsome men with black hair. "We are your masters, we get to do whatever
we want with you, with your body, with your life. If you are good to us, we
will be good to you." Namjoon said, similar to the words Hoseok had said
minutes before. The tears were still flowing down Jimins cheeks. But he nodded
in response. He needed to get out of there.
"You have 2 roommates, they've been here a little longer than you have. They'll
be in here after they wash up. As of now, just don't think to much and get
rest, we are doing this to help you, not hurt you." Namjoon said, before
turning around and walking out, the other three men watched him for a moment
before giving him a small smile before walking out without a word, closing the
door behind them. Jimin heard a loud lock on the outside of the door, than
another, than another. When he couldn't hear them outside of the door anymore
and their footsteps drowned out, Jimin ran to the door turning the handle but
it didn't budge, he was locked in.
Jimin banged on the door, kicked the door, screamed. He began to cry harder
when he heard nobody come to the door, nothing, he heard nothing. He turned his
back to the door sliding down before covering up his face as he sat on the
ground. He was so thirsty, so hungry. There was no windows in the huge room,
just three big beds, all made perfectly, the room looked like a luxurious hotel
room. The ceiling was high, with unique patterns making the room look
historical. He covered his face in his hands again, it felt like he was sitting
there for ages until he heard the locks suddenly being unlocked, he jumped from
the floor backing up as the door came open, revealing Namjoon and two other
boys, both a bit taller than him. One had a bruise on his cheek and a busted
lip, but he looked so handsome, like a boy in an anime. The other boy had no
bruises or cuts, he had a baby face and big eyes, handsome as well. Unreal.
The boys walked in slowly both watching Jimin with curious eyes. Before the one
with the bruise turns to Namjoon. "Thank you for washing us." He said quietly,
Namjoon smiled at the beat up boy, rubbing the back of his head before rubbing
his thumb up against his busted lip. "Don't disrespect him again Taehyung,
understood? You know how Hoseok gets." Namjoon said, his voice soft but his
eyes stern. The bruised boy, Taehyung, nodded quickly, his head going down,
ashamed. "Taehyung, Jungkook, this is Jimin, your new roomate. Your new
brother. Make him feel at home." Namjoon said to the two. "Yes sir." They both
answered in sync. Before walking out Namjoon stopped and looked at Jimin, his
eyes going up and down his small body as if he was undressing him with his eyes
before walking out, closing the door.
One lock
Two locks
Three locks
They were locked in. The boys stood there, continuing to watch Jimin before the
bruised boy smiled wildly, walking over to him. "Don't be scared, it's okay. It
could be worse, right Jungkook?" He asked, looking at the boy behind him,
Jungkook gave Jimin a small smile before nodding. Jimin got a closer looked at
Taehyungs face, the bruise was fresh and so was his busted lip. Jimin blurted
out words before he could think. "It doesn't look like it." He said angrily
pointing at Taehyungs face. Taehyungs head went down for a slight moment,
looking defeated, before he looked up again, smiling. "It was my fault, I was
bad. I deserved it." He said, Jimin could almost laugh in disbelief at the boys
statement. He could feel the dried up tears on his face. "I'm 14, Taehyung is
15. Almost 16, right Taehyung?" Jungkook asked walking toward him to ease the
conversation about the beating Taehyung had received, Taehyung nodded his head,
still smiling. Jimin didn't reply, just nodded slowly. They were so young, why
were they so young?
"What do they do to you?" Jimin asked quietly. Both of the boys eyes on him.
Taehyung and Jungkook exchanged looks. "Whatever they want. They do whatever
they want. We either let them or we're dead." Jungkook said before walking to
and laying on the bed closest to the door. Taehyung just nodded before going to
his bed. The light was still so dim and soothing. "Get some sleep Jimin. Don't
think about tomorrow, don't think about your future. It's hell here
but.....they're helping us. They really are. Get some sleep." Taehyung said
before laying on his bed, closest to Jimins.
"What do you mean helping us?" Jimin asked. Taehyung and Jungkook exchanged
looks, as if they were debating on telling him. Jungkook spoke up first.
"If we do what they want, how they want, then our families will live in peace.
They wont go hungry anymore, they wont go cold. The masters...they help them.
If we fail to do as they say they..." Jungkook stopped talking after Taehyung
gave him a look. Shaking his head as if telling him not to continue.
"Don't worry about it right now Jimin. You will know everything tomorrow. Just
get rest. Okay?" Taehyung asked. Jimin didn't say anything, because he knew
what they were about to say. We had to feed these men and their dirtiest of
fantasies for our families to live in peace, to have money, to not live in a
shitty neighborhood anymore. We had to suffer for them not to. We had to be in
pain for them to live happily.
If only Jimin knew that they were his saviors, but also his reason to want to
disappear.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Very strong noncon in this chapter. read at your own risk.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jimin doesn't really remember falling asleep. He remembers laying on his bed,
watching as Taehyung and Jungkooks chests rose up and down as they breathed.
They looked so peaceful laying in the huge bed, they looked so peaceful for
being in a situation like this. Jimin knew he would leave, get away soon. He
wanted to be back in the arms of his mother, he wanted to be back with his
siblings and father. He was happy with them. As Jimin thought of his family he
didn't feel himself falling asleep.
Jimin woke up to hushed voices, two voices, he knew the voices was close to
him, maybe a little to close. He opened his eyes to see Taehying and Jungkook
over him, their eyes on each other instead of him. They didn't know he had
woken up as they continued to whisper. "Namjoon is going to want him up. He
will be in here any minute and if we don't wake him we will get punished."
Jungkook explained, Taehyung took in a deep breath. "I'll take the fall, you
know I can handle the beatings. You can't." Taehyung said, giving Jungkook a
small smile, a blush forming on Jungkooks cheeks. Jimin frowned. Why didn't
they want to wake me?
"I'm awake." Jimin said in a small voice, both boys eyes going on him now,
surprised. Jimin sat up, still frowning at them, he wanted to ask why Taehyung
would willingly take a beating, but before he could say anything they heard the
locks on the door, before Jimin knew it Jungkook was pulling him up off the bed
quickly, all three of them standing beside one another. In came Namjoon. All
three boys were breathing hard from hurrying to stand up. Namjoons eyes scanned
us, scanned Jimins messy hair, his still sleepy eyes. Jimin was trying to stand
still, but losing balance, his body still not fully awake.
"Good, you're all up. Taehyung and Jungkook will go down for breakfast. Jimin,
you'll come in my office." Namjoon said, stepped back as the two other boys
followed his directions without a second thought, walking out the door with
their heads hung low. Jimin just stood there, not moving as Namjoon stayed at
the door, watching him. He was afraid to leave the room, afraid to walk into
the hall, he didn't know what would happen the moment he was alone with
Namjoon. He just wanted to go home.
"Follow me." Namjoon said, his voice was soothing, his eyes soft. Jimin
hesitated for a moment as Namjoon started to walk out of the room before
hurrying to follow behind him. The hall was long, pictures on the wall,
paintings. The carpet was golden brown, spotless and quiet. Jimin watched the
back of Namjoons head, he could easily turn and run, or hit him. But Jimin did
nothing as they continued to walk in silence until they were on the top of a
huge brown wooden staircase that looked polished, a chandelier handing on the
high ceiling over the staircase, at the bottom of the staircase was a huge
room, the house looks so luxurious and historical.
His bare-feet hit a white fluffy carpet as they got to the bottom of the
staircase, he could smell fresh food being cooked, he heard laughing to his
right, turning his head to a doorway to see Taehyung in front of Hoseok,
Taehyung had a huge smile on his face as he took the food Hoseok offered him,
fed to him. Taehyung took it seductively, his yes not leaving Hoseoks as he
seen Hoseok smirk at Taehyungs seductive behavior. Jimin frowned, wasn't
Taehyung scared of him? Hadn't Hoseok gave him a bruise on his cheek and a
busted lip? Taehyung and Jimins eyes then met, a flash of sadness flashed
across Taehyungs face until he looked at Hoseok again, laughing as he touched
Hoseoks shoulder, giving Hoseok a cute smile. Before Jimin could see what
happened next he felt Namjoons hand gently take a hold of his arm, leading him
with him.
Jimin turned to see a front door, the door was huge, he could see the sky from
the top windows of the door. All he had to do was run, just run. All he had to
do was run and open the door, escape down the street, scream. "Don't even think
about it." He heard a voice say, looking over to see Yoongi walking out of a
room, Jungkook behind him. Jungkooks head was down, hands in front of him
holding each other. He never once looked up, Yoongi and Namjoons eyes were on
Jimin. They knew he was staring at the door just moments before. Jimin shifted
uncomfortably head going down. He needed to be more careful.
Yoongi and Jungkook pushed passed him, Namjoon gently taking Jimins hand before
leading him into the same room. The room had paintings hanging on the walls,
the floor was polished with dark oak wood. Jimin thought if he looked hard
enough he would be able to see his reflection from how shiny it was. The room
had a desk in the right corner with a comfy looking chair behind it. towards
the far left of the room there was a big leather black couch, a comfortable
reclining chair beside it. The room was dim, a laptop laid on the desk, the
only sort of electronic Jimin had seen at all in this house.
"Take a seat on the couch." Namjoon demanded, pointing to the black couch.
Jimin did as he said without a second thought. Gulping as Namjoon slowly made
his way in front of the couch as Jimin sat down. But he than sat beside Jimin,
he smiled, his attractive dimples showing once again. "I'm not going to sugar
coat anything, and I'll only explain myself once." Namjoon said after a long
silence. Jimin stayed looking at his own hands laid on his lap, he didn't want
to look the man in his eyes.
"I've been watching you for a while now, your father did some work for me a
while back. He's really talkative." Namjoon said, there was a short pause until
Namjoon cleared his throat and continued. "He told me about you and your
siblings, how much of a good kid you were, taking care of your mom and
siblings. Very nice." Namjoon said, adjusting himself on the couch before
crossing his legs, getting comfortable. "He explained your situation, how
hopeful he was that his family would be able to live happily, it was innocent
talk, he didn't know that I've become interested in you. The way he talked
about you, it made me curious about you. When he gave me his card it had your
address on it. So I started to become curious. I wanted to know how you
looked." Namjoon said, Jimin closed his eyes tightly as he felt Namjoons hand
softly started stroking his leg.
"I watched you for a while, your schedule. I didn't plan on getting you so
early, but as you turned the corner to the park instead of home I became
curious. So I followed you." Namjoon said, his voice was soft, almost to soft.
Jimins head was still down, his eyes still closed as Namjoon continued to move
his hands up to now stroke his thigh. "I want to help you, your family, your
future. You have potential. Your family does as well, you were chosen to be
saved. Do you understand?" Namjoon asked, Jimin opened his eyes slowly. He knew
he needed to answer. "Yes sir." Jimin answered quietly. Namjoon stopped
stroking his thigh. He was silent for a moment before he spoke, the tone of his
voice serious.
"If you are good to me, to us, we will be good to you. We will not let your
family go hungry or cold, go without a great Christmas, live in filth anymore.
We will take care of them, from now on until it is your fate to return to
them." Namjoon said. Jimin finally looked up at him slowly, he felt the tears
threatening to escape his eyes. "What do I need to do? What do I need to do to
be able to go back home? If you will give them what they need to live happily,
what do I need to do?" Jimin asked, his eyes begging for an answer.
"You will do whatever we tell you do do, you will follow our rules, you will
make us feel good. And once we think you're ready to return home, you will keep
quiet." Namjoon said, his eyes were serious, threatening, but still so soft.
Jimin let out a shaky breath. "They wont be able to live happily if I'm not
there" Jimin explained, begging with his eyes. Namjoon just stared at him.
"Possibly not, but you have no choice." Namjoon said, still watching Jimin.
"And if I don't do it? If I just want to go home? Then what?" Jimin asked, his
voice loud now, he knew he shouldn't have raised his voice, he was sure the
others could hear him. Namjoons eyes became dark, his teeth gritted together,
as if he was holding himself back from striking Jimin across the face.
"Then I will kill them, and you'll have to live knowing they're gone because of
you." Namjoon said, his stare was cold. Jimin felt the tears stream down his
face, these men were insane, cruel, taking advantage of boys and threatening
them with their families life, using their wealth in a disgusting way. "Don't
cry, you'll thank us later. They all have." Namjoon said standing up from the
couch. They all have? How many innocent boys have they taken? Done this to? How
many families have they ended up killing. The tears were still streaming down
Jimins face.
-
Jimin didn't speak as they all ate on the huge dinning room table, there were
candles lit, the plates were spotless. Jimin noticed the small glances Jungkook
and Taehyung would give him, their eyes filled with sadness, he didn't know if
it was filled with sadness because of what Jimin had to live through now, or if
it was sadness for all three of them. But the two of them would smile kindly
when talking to the masters. Jimin wondered how long they have been here, they
knew how to survive, to please them. They were so young, they shouldn't have to
know these things. Once they were excused, they could either sit in their room
or be around one of the masters, they couldn't be alone in the house.
Jungkook whispered with Taehyung for a moment, Taehyung looked sad but nodded
his head. Then taking Jimins hand and leaving Jungkook alone in the kitchen
with Seokjin, both Jimin and Taehyung heading for the room. Yoongi behind them,
leading them. Once they were in the room, hearing the three locks and the
footsteps leave away from outside of the door. Jimin turned to Taehyung
quickly, a worried look was on the bruised boys face. "Why did Jungkook stay
back? They gave us the option to stay with them or come in the room." Jimin
asked, confused. Taehyung looked up, biting his lip. "They don't mean that, one
of us needs to stay back. He didn't want me staying back again. I have the last
three days." Taehyung said. He looked exhausted, ashamed.
"What do they do to you? Tell me. I could have stayed back." Jimin said, he
knew he was the oldest of the three, he knew he should be the one staying. He
had three younger siblings at home, he would never let them be in pain.
Taehyung sat on his bed, head down, playing with the fabric on his sweats.
"It's really not that bad, eventually you get used to it. It becomes normal, it
doesn't hurt as bad or you find away to make yourself numb." Taehyung started.
Jimin walked closer to him, sitting beside him on the soft bed. He didn't want
to say anything, afraid Taehyung wouldn't continue. "Hoseok is the worst, he
likes me a lot, he chooses me a lot." He said, his voice cracking. "I try my
best to keep Jungkook away from him, away of Namjoon to, sometimes Yoongi.
Seokjin is gentle, caring. He-He's sweet." Taehyung said, now looking Jimin in
the eyes.
"Hoseok is just a really angry man, when hes upset about something, anything.
Maybe he had a hard time at work or came across someone rude in the parking
lot, he takes it out on me. He has with Jungkook a few times, but he couldn't
take it. I can." Jimin frowned at Taehyungs words. "What about the rest?" He
asked quietly, hoping he didn't regret asking the question.
"Yoongi can be rough or gentle, just depends on his day. He's not really angry,
he doesn't hit us either. Only when we disrespect him." Taehyungs eyes were
still on Jimins, Jimin stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue. "Namjoon, I
don't understand him. He's a mix of them all. He likes playing with your head,
breaking you. He's manipulative. He's the one who started this all. He's in
charge of this all." He said, finally looking way from Jimin. "How long have
you been here?" Jimin asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
"For 6 months, Jungkook has been here for 3 months. Before Jungkook there were
two other boys here with me. They both got to finally go home once they became
a little older. Before them there was more, I know a lot about the masters
because of what they shared with each other, so they passed it down to the new
boys, so we can survive, so our families can survive." They were both silent
for a moment. "For the three months I was here alone it was hell, I didn't have
the choice to come back up to the room or stay with one of them. They took me
how they wanted, alone or together. I can take it now, it's become easy." He
said biting his lip, looking nervous.
"Namjoon will take you first, he needs to see what kind of boy you are. How you
handle it, then he matches you up with how you fit with the others best. We
don't get used everyday, sometimes it's really nice here. The masters can be
really caring. They do care about us. I promise, they take care of our families
really well. They take care of us really well sometimes. Be good to them Jimin,
and you will be able to go home eventually."
Jimin understood, all the masters had their own personality, Taehyung could
take beatings, roughness, so he's with Hoseok often. Jungkook can't, he's still
so young, so new to the world, so they pair him with Seokjin often. "How long
has a boy been here before? When can we go home?" Jimin asked, afraid of the
answer. "We can stay up to two years, sometimes three. Just depends. Sometimes
months. They really do help us. They help us get an education once we are gone,
we get a lot of money, our families are usually happy. Some of the other boys
will willingly visit every couple of months, they always look at us with pity,
tell us just to hold on, to just obey and it will end quickly." Taehyung said.
Why would they willingly visit the men who hurt them so badly? Why don't they
tell someone, save the boys here? Why do they let us suffer?
-
Once Jungkook came back to the room, he had tears in his eyes. He didn't look
hurt, he didn't have bruises, he didn't look exhausted, just sad. The moment
Jungkook and Taehyung made eye contact they smiled shyly at each other. "Are
you okay?" Taehyung asked him, standing up to hold Jungkooks face softly in his
hands. Jungkook nodded, a small smile on his face. "He was kind to me. I'm
okay, don't worry." He told Taehyung, holding the back of his hands that were
still pressed softly on his cheeks. Jimin watched the two of them watch each
other, the love they both had for each other in their eyes. When Jungkook
turned his head to look at Jimin watching him Jimin hurried up and looked away,
even with tears in his eyes he was really pretty.
The day went by slowly, they talked, laughed, got to know each other. He loved
Taehyungs smile, his positive smile regardless of the bruises on his face. He
loved Jungkooks shy glances, reminding Jimin he was just a kid, a 14 year old
kid. But he was just so beautiful, so satisfying to look at. They both were.
They talked about their lives before they came here, their parents and
siblings, the love they had for them and the hope to finally not live poorly
anymore. Have new clothes, have jackets in the winter. Their stories were both
similar to mine. The masters seemed to choose us well. I didn't bring up the
conversation I had with Namjoon about how he found me, they didn't bring up
theirs either.
They seemed happy now, when I first arrived they seemed so sad, bruised,
exhausted. But maybe he just arrived at the wrong time, Taehyung had explained
to him that it's not always like this, that they don't always get used. Jimin
hoped it was never his turn, he knew nothing about sex, he's never been hit,
never been molested, he's always been happy. Taehyung and Jungkook had
explained the same thing to him, they were never molested, beat, or raped until
they got here. Jimin felt a lump in his throat. It was the first time they had
even mentioned it, said that actual word. Taehyung had went around it, but he
made it clear that these men wanted them sexually.
Hours drew by, Jimin began to get thirsty. "Do they ever bring water?" He
asked, he could feel his mouth dry. All three of them sat cross legged on the
floor, in a circle with books from the shelf in front of them. They had
explained that there was no TV's, only in the masters rooms. They were only
allowed in their rooms when they decided they wanted them. So books were their
escape.
"No, not really. We eat and drink as much as we can during breakfast, we were
supposed to have lunch hours ago but they never came and got us. One of us made
them angry." Jungkook explained, flipping though the pages of a small red book
in his hand, the book was in English, Jimin wondered if he even knew how to
read it, or if he was flipping though the pages, looking at the cool different
characters of the letters. Jimin thought about how he raised his voice at
Namjoon today, but he stayed silent, he was afraid if he had let them know it
was his fault that they haven't had lunch, they might be angry with him. But
they said nothing, they didn't even ask him.
"They will come get us any minute for dinner, they never let us go without at
least two meals a day. They do care about us." Taehyung said, he sounded so
sure. How can someone care about you, but take their anger out on you in
sexual, mental and physical way?
As if they were standing at the door listening, we heard the three locks become
unlocked, none of us had time to stand, about 10 books laid on our laps, most
were open and we all had one in our hands. Yoongi was at the door when it
opened, he looked at us, than our books and back at us again before he gave us
a small smile. "Enjoying yourselves?" He asked, leaning up against the bedroom
wall, Jimin watched as Taehyung and Jungkook smiled widely at him, the smiles
didn't look forced, they looked genuine. Or were they just good at hiding it?
"We wanted to show our new Brother our collection. We will clean it up, we're
sorry." Taehyung said, but Yoongi waved it off, the kind and amused smile still
on his face. "Don't worry about it right now, I know you boys must be hungry so
we made a nice meal for you. Let's go." He said, we all quickly obeyed,
following him out the bedroom door. The lights in the kitchen was dim, candles
on the table and it smelled so nice, he had never had anything like this in his
life. The table was made up so beautifully, Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok was
already seated. They all had happy smiles on their faces as they talked to one
another. Jimin wondered how they met, how they had so much money and such a
beautiful home.
Taehyung had told him before to smile at them often, so that's exactly what he
did. Every time Namjoons eyes would land on him as they ate, Jimin would smile
shyly at him, causing Namjoon to watch him longer, it looked as if he was
thinking, debating. But Jimin tried not to think about it as he continued to
make small eye contact with Namjoon every once in a while. The dinner went
well, everyone laughed, Taehyung and Jungkook talked with them like nothing had
happened. Jungkook brought up his family, asked how they were and Namjoon
reminded him that they did that in private, to just eat.
Once we were all done, Jimin could see on the corner of his eyes, Namjoon
watching him. He gulped, looking at his clean plate. Hoping that they would all
be able to go back into the room and finish their book reading and talk about
life, but Namjoon stopped Jimin as we all went to wash up and go to bed. "Not
you, come to my office." Namjoon said, his voice low. Jimin swallowed what he
felt like a rock. He looked at Taehyung and Jungkook but they didn't make eye
contact with him. He looked up at Namjoon, Namjoons face was expressionless. He
led Jimin to his office, unlocking the door with a golden key, the only golden
key that was there, he had around 10 other keys attached, all silver.
The room looked exactly like it was before, comfortable, but now the fire place
was lit. It was warm and it looked as if Jimin could lay on that huge black
couch and fall asleep instantly. Namjoon didn't say a word as he began to un-
tuck his buttoned up shirt from his jeans. Jimin knew what was coming, he knew
what was going to happen next, he didn't want it, he wanted to fight, to run,
to scream until someone found him.
"Take off your clothes, turn the other way and close your eyes," Namjoon
demanded, Jimin felt his eyes start to tear up. "Please, no" He begged, shaking
his head no, backing up. He wasn't going to lose his innocence like this, he
wasn't going to give in, Namjoons eyes turned dark, his head tilting. "Did you
just tell me no?" Namjoon asked, his voice was casual, it didn't sound stern.
"I'm going to tell you again Jimin, take off your cloths, turn around and close
your eyes." He said again. But Jimin stayed still, not moving, he was to afraid
to do anything.
Namjoon walked up slowly towards Jimin, softly touching his sweater before
tugging at it roughly, pulling it over his head. Jimin didn't fight back, what
could he do? But he knew for a fact he wasn't willingly going to undress for
him, he wasn't going to do anything for him. Jimin stood there, his bare chest
showing, his arms going up to cover himself. Namjoon didn't stop there, tugging
at his sweats, pulling them down quickly and roughly along with his underwear.
Namjoons eyes never left Jimins, they were dark, angry.
Jimin stood there naked, trying his best to cover up his nude body. His eyes
swelled up with tears, threatening to fall down his cheeks. "I wasn't going to
fuck you, I just wanted to see you. But I wont let you disrespect me like that,
you do as I say and you never tell me no. Lay on your stomach." He demanded,
pointing at the couch. Jimin took in a shaky breath, standing there, he wasn't
going to give in. He wasn't going to do it. His parents taught him better than
that, if I didn't stand up for my own body, who would? He knew it would cost
him.
Namjoon turned him roughly, pushing him onto the couch. Jimin felt his face hit
the couch, his naked body in view. He began to sit up, it was just a natural
reaction to sit up and cover his body but Namjoon grabbed the back of his neck
roughly, keeping him down on his stomach, he could hear him undoing his belt
quickly, pulling his own jeans down. He was still holding the back of Jimins
neck, Jimins head was turned to the side, only seeing the side of Namjoon as he
was positioning himself above Jimin. He felt Namjoons already hard cock
pressing up against his ass. "Fuck." Namjoon said angrily. "Fuck, you made me
do this. I didn't want to. You made me. You made me." Namjoon said in one
breath as he pushed into Jimin, Jimin felt the burning sensation as his cock
thrust into him.
The tears began to flow quickly, his eyes shutting tightly but the tears still
found their way down Jimins cheeks. It hurt, it hurt so fucking bad, the small
whines started to escape Jimins lips. Namjoon was breathing quickly, his voice
shaky. "Oh Jimin. God you're so fucking tight." As if it seemed like he was
taking control of himself, Namjoon began to slow down his thrusting. The heat
from Namjoons breath covered the back of Jimins neck.
"Say something." Namjoon demanded, trusting in harder. "Fucking say something."
He demanded again. Jimin finally get out a loud cry, his whole body beginning
to shake. "It-it hurts please stop, please!" Jimin shouted. He wanted to die,
Namjoon moaned loudly at Jimins words, the thrusts were hard but the pace was
slow, with every thrust Jimin let out a loud cry, begging him to stop. It
wasn't supposed to be like this, if Jimin would have listened. If Jimin just
would have obeyed.
"Fuck you sound so good. Why did you make me do this? It's your fault." Namjoon
moans out, trusting with every word. "You have such a small body, like a little
boy. You're mine, you're fucking mine." Namjoon said, now using his arm to wrap
around Jimins head, closing in on this throat. He began to choke Jimin lightly,
he could still breath, but it was harder. Jimin sobbed, his small body moving
up with each thrust. "I don't do this, I'm not like this. But you, you're
different. Your cries-Fuck. They sound so good."
Jimin thought of his family, of them living happily, with money, a good house.
Suck it up, he thought to himself. Just fucking take it. This is all you're
good for. He felt Namjoon start to kiss the back of his neck with every hard
thrust. "Baby boy." Namjoon moaned out, his thrust began to get more gentle as
Jimin sobbed. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay. I'm almost done baby. Just take it a
little longer. Can you do that for me?" Namjoon asked, his voice was shaky, it
sounded so sweet now, less angry. "Yeah, just take it a little longer. Fuck. Do
you like it? Hm?" Namjoon asked, his thrust turning into hard again, he felt
him lick the back of his neck, sucking it.
"You like it. You want this. You made me do this. You're going to be a good
boy, keep crying baby. Fuck I like it. Keep crying, I'm almost-" Namjoon cut
himself off, trusting in harder, faster, pulling the back of Jimins hair until
his head came up, his nose was runny, his eyes red and swollen with tears.
"Scream, fucking scream." Namjoon demanded, pulling his hair tightly into a
fist. Jimin did as he said, the pain in his ass and head burned at the same
time. He screamed loudly, sobbed, begged him to stop, and with that Namjoon
moaned loudly. "Good boy. good boy. You're going to take it. You like it, don't
fucking act like you don't like it." Namjoon said, and with that he heard
Namjoon moan loudly, his trusting coming to a complete stop as he came. His
fist held on tighter to Jimins soft blonde hair, causing Jimin to let out one
last loud scream as Namjoon shook as he came, he was so deep inside him,
filling his insides white.
After he was done, he pulled out slowly, his voice was still shaky. Jimin
covered his face in his arm, still sobbing. He wanted to die, he wanted to just
let them kill him. He wanted to be somewhere else. He hated himself now, he was
so dirty, pitiful. He felt a small cover get put over him, a hand gently
massaging his back.
"It wont happen again. Not like that." Namjoons voice was soothing, caring.
Jimin didn't answer, the tears still flowed down his rosy cheeks, his eyes
swollen. He was exhausted. He just wanted to sleep, he didn't want to think. He
heard Namjoon get up, get into what sounded like a cabinet before he made his
way back to Jimin, turning his head slightly to face him. "Here, take this, it
will put you to sleep." Namjoon said, it was a small white pill, Jimin opened
his mouth slightly as Namjoon dropped the pill in Jimins mouth. He just wanted
to sleep, dream about his family, not be in this much pain anymore.
A couple of minutes later he felt his eyes began to drift, his head spinning,
he heard more voices in the room, hushed ones. "Did it hurt him?" A voice
asked, it was Yoongi. Jimin couldn't hear Namjoons answer, but heard Yoongi
reply. "Idiot" but then heard them both chuckle.
Jimin felt himself drift off, maybe he was going to dream of his family. Maybe
he was going to dream so hard that he dreamed himself out of here. But this was
only the beginning, if only Jimin knew.
Chapter End Notes
     Ahh I hope you all enjoyed, comments and thoughts much appreciated!
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the spelling errors if there is any. I wrote this at 4am!
Jimin hated himself, hated that he let it happen to him. Hated that the next
morning, waking up in his own bed after falling asleep on the office couch,
that he thought of himself as dirty, unnatural. Taehyung was staring at him
from his bed as he woke, Jungkook was alseep beside Taehyung, one arm over him
as Taehyung was sitting up, looking worried. Jimin didn't say anything as he
looked away quickly, he was dressed in clean clothes, his body still ached, his
head didn't feel so good either.
"How're you feeling?" Taehyung asked in a hushed voice, trying not to wake the
sleeping Jungkook beside him. Jimin didn't look up, his head down, remembering
the disgusting words Namjoon said to him, the burning pain he felt in his body
as he lost all innocence.
"I just want to die." Jimin said truthfully, his voice quiet. He heard Taehyung
shift at Jimins words. "So did I, sometimes I still do. So did Jungkook, so did
the ones before us." Taehyung answered back, Jimin finally looked up at him,
Taehyungs eyes were sad. "It will get better, some days will be hell and
they'll hurt us, really bad, but overall it will get better, believe me."
Taehyung said, his eyes narrowed to the beautiful sleeping boy beside him.
"I've had to sit and watch him be in pain, hear him scream, and he's just so
young, it's heartbreaking. But we just suck it up." Taehyung added, Jimin
looked up quickly, angry.
He wanted to tell him that he didn't understand, that he didn't know how bad it
hurt but well - he did. He knew how much Jimin hurt, he knew the pain, but
Jimin was sure he has felt a lot worse, so he stayed quiet. "I heard the
Masters talking last night, they said that Namjoon hurt you. He's not normally
like that, only when he's angry." Taehyung said breaking the silence. "He
really is a good guy, just be good to him next time." Taehyung said casually,
as if Jimin being raped was his fault. Was Jimin going to turn out like this?
Was he going to blame himself if one of the masters got angry with him? He
wasn't going to turn out like that, it wasn't his fault, he knew that.
"Whats next?" Jimin asked, he was about to explain his question but it seemed
as if Taehyung understood. "It's Saturday, so they let us sleep in. They're
probably talking about who is going to take you next. That's up to Namjoon." He
said. Jimin thought back to when Namjoon told him he was his, the sound of lust
and domination in his voice, Jimin shook the thought out of his head.
Jimin looked at Jungkook, his arm still over Taehyung, breathing lightly. "He's
really clingy towards you." Jimin told Taehyung, changing the subject. Taehyung
looked down at Jungkook, a small smile on his face. "Before you came I was the
only one here for him. He was really scared so I helped him, he's been stuck to
me since." Taehyung told Jimin.
"Do we ever get to leave here? Are we always stuck in the house?" The question
has been on Jimins mind for a while. "We go outside, we just don't leave the
property. You haven't even seen half the size of this house." Taehyung said,
his eyes lighting up. "After breakfast they let us go outside for a bit, it's a
bit cold so we don't get to stay out there for to long. One of the boys who was
here before me told me that during the summer the Masters would let them stay
outside for hours upon hours." Taehyung still had a huge smile on his face, his
eyes still lit up.
Before Jimin could ask another question we could hear the locks coming
unlocked, as if Jungkook was used to the sound, his eyes shot open and he sat
up quickly, nobody moved, we just stayed still, frozen. Behind the door was
Namjoon, he wore a light grey colored sweater, nice black slacks and he had a
cup of coffee in his hands, His eyes scanned Jimin, they were soft, soothing,
Jimin hated that, he looked like such a caring, soft man yet he was nothing
but. Jimin hated how handsome he looked when he gave Jimin a small smile.
"Breakfast is ready, don't keep us waiting." Namjoon said, his voice sweet.
"Yes Master." Jungkook and Taehyung echoed. "Y-yes Master." Jimin said quickly
after them, embarrassment filling up inside him. The two other boys got up
quickly, still in their pajamas, hurried out the door, Namjoon stayed put,
waiting for Jimin as he slowly got off the bed. He still had a lot to learn.
He silently walked past Namjoon, his head down. Walking though the long hallway
seemed to go so slow knowing that Namjoon was trailing so close behind him,
probably watching him closely, watching his body and every step he took, it
sent a shiver down Jimins spine.
Breakfast went by quickly, laughter filled the kitchen as every acted as if
they've known each other for years. Jimin stayed quiet, ate his food slowly and
tried his best not to make eye contact with anybody. Taking in a deep breath
when he could see Yoongis eyes on him.
"You boys take a shower, get cleaned up and then we will show Jimin around
outside." Namjoon said after they all had finished eating. Since he's been here
he hasn't taken a shower, yet he had woken up twice cleaned.
"The bathroom already has clothes for you in them, I'll show Jimin his
bathroom." Seokjin said, a kind smile on his face, the smile seemed genuine,
causing Jimin to finally loosen up. Seokjin led him to the bathroom, it was a
new hallway in the house, just as beautiful as the hallway leading out of their
room. The bathroom door was brown with designs on it, when it was opened he was
met with a huge bathtub, sink and clothes laying on the counter for him.
"Everything you need is here, once you're done taking a shower I'll be here to
fetch you. Don't take to long." Seokjin said, his voice calm. "Y-yes master.
Thank you." Jimin answered back in a small voice. "Namjoon really is a good
guy, he'll prove it to you. I hope you're okay, kid." Seokjin gave him one last
smile before walking out, leaving Jimin alone in the bathroom when Seokjins
last words on his mind.
The shower was warm, it felt so nice hitting jimins naked, small body. His body
still ached. He thought about how everyone kept repeating how Namjoon was good,
he had told Jimin to scream, to cry, that it was his fault, how was that the
words of a good man? He wanted to see Jimin in pain, Jimin let the water run
over his head as he thought about his family, how they must be missing him, how
much his mom must be crying. He let a soft sob escape his lips, he wanted to go
home, hold them, tell them he's not okay but he'll be okay if he's with his
family.
He spent the rest of the shower sobbing, hoping he was quiet so the others
wouldn't hear him in the huge house. he was left a plaid sweater and jeans to
wear, the material seemed so expensive, it was warm on his skin. He took a deep
breath before turning the handle to the bathroom to open the door, Seokjin was
already standing there, a small smile on his face. Had he been there the whole
time? Had he heard Jimin sobbing?
"The others are already outside, let's go accompany them. Shall we?" Seokjin
asked. "Yes master." Jimin replied almost instantly. Be good to them and
they'll be good to you.
Jimin took in a deep breath before the front door opened. Jimin expected to let
out his breath but he stood there, without breathing as he looked at the sight
in front of him. There was no houses around, no tall buildings of seoul,
nothing. There was a huge, well trimmed yard, gardens on each side with a brick
path leading to what looked like a huge, beautiful building. Jimin
automatically turned around to look up at the house as it toward over him.
Other than the tall buildings in Seoul, he's never been face to face with a
home this big and beautiful.
"We are very very far from the city. We have a lot of land and a lot to see.
Let's find the others." Seokjin said with a smile, leading Jimin down the white
brick bath with a soft hand on his back. There were flowers all around them,
the air was cold but Jimin loved the cold. He could hear others laughing in the
distance, leaving the path, they turned right onto another, the rest of the
masters and the other two boys were sitting on a beautiful white bench with a
table in the middle, a shade over the top and a garden surrounding it. Jimins
eyes flickered to Jungkook who had a beautiful smile on his face when their
eyes met, his eyes trailing to Taehyung who had the same smile, Jimin returned
one, trying his best to seem happy.
They approached the others, Seokjin sitting Jimin right next to Namjoon, Jimin
didn't look up at him, he was to afraid. Jimin looked off into the distance, it
was miles and miles of beautiful nothings. Just their huge house and their
land.
"I wanted to take this time to talk about your families as a group." Namjoon
said, causing Taehyungs and Jungkooks head to shoot up quickly, they looked
worried. "Are they okay Master? Please tell me they're okay." Taehyung said
quickly, his eyes begging. "They're just fine Taehyung, don't worry. All of
your families are just fine." Namjoon said, all three of us finally breathed
out. Finally, he was going to hear about his family.
"Taehyung, we'll start with you. I feel like family meetings should be group
meetings now instead of in private unless there is not so great news.
Understood?" Namjoon asked, we all echoed "Yes master" quickly, all eyes on
Namjoon. "Taehyung, your family has finally dropped the investigation, not
because they'be given up on you, because they think you've ran." Namjoon said,
Taehyungs eyes filled with sadness, his head going down before he began to nod,
not looking up.
"They miss you and they love you, they're living peacefully, they have food and
they're warm." Namjoon said, Taehyung nodded again, not looking up. "Jungkook,
your family still haven't filed for a missing person report. Or have let any
kind of law enforcement know you've been missing." Namjoon said, his eyebrows
drawn together, as if he was thinking, confused. Jungkook tilted his head to
the side, his head lowering, biting his lip. "But we are trying our best to
give them things, since they haven't reported it, it's hard to take care of
them. Usually, when it's been reported and people know, we publicly help the
families out. But without them filing any report it's hard, but they're doing
good so no worries." Namjoon said, Jungkook just nodded.
"Jimin, your family filed a report quickly, since your father is well known a
lot of people are helping. We've made it public that we will help your family
with the things they need, we're still waiting for them to return our message,
accepting or declining." Namjoon said. Jimin finally made eye contact with him.
"What if they decline? Then what?" Jimin asked, biting his lip.
"Then we will return you home." Namjoon answered. Jimin felt excitement build
up inside him, hoping his family would decline. His father never really liked
help, he just liked helping others out of kindness.
"Now, the masters would like to speak with Jimin privately." Namjoon looking at
Taehyung and Jungkook. They took each others hands, hurrying up and walking
togther down the path without a word. Why were they allowed to leave alone? We
were outside, they could easily run. As if Hoseok was reading his mind he spoke
up. "If they run they wont get far, we are very far from civilization, we will
find them and punish them, it's happened many times with others, and the
punishment isn't nice." Hoseok said, a smirk on his face, Jimin said nothing in
return.
"We have a lot to talk about. About what happened last night and what will
happen in the future." Namjoon said, all eyes were now on Jimin, he felt
exposed. "Last night wasn't supposed to happen the way it happened, I hope that
doesn't cloud your judgment of us." Jimin could feel his blood start to boil,
but he stayed silent. "We like you Jimin, but there's a couple of things you
need to know. We wont be disrespected, talked back to, or told no. Is that
understood?" Namjoon asked, an eyebrow raised. "Yes Master." Jimin said
quietly.
"I think you have potential to be with all of us." Namjoon said. Jimin frowned,
what did that mean? All of them? For what? "Yoongi here has taken an interest
in you, he will be with you most of the time, outside the door when you shower,
if you need to use the restroom and what not." Namjoon said, Jimin turned his
head to look at Yoongi, but quickly looked down when he seen Yoongis eyes on
him. "We will all have you how we want to have you, when we want to. Yoongi
will just be more active. The same thing goes with the other two boys. Hoseok
has Taehyung most of the time, Seokjin has Jungkook, Yoongi has you, and I have
all of you." Namjoon said.
It started to make more sense now, they pair us with who we match with best,
but Namjoon also get's to have us how he likes. "If the other masters want you
for the night, they'll have to ask Yoongi first, except me, I can take you boys
when I want." Namjoon said. Jimin bit his lip, now he knew why Yoongi was
watching him so much at breakfast. "Hoseok, go check on the other boys."
Namjoon demanded, Hoseok nodded his head getting up from his seat to walk down
the brick path. "You'll get to know Yoongi for the rest of the day,
understood?" Namjoon asked Jimin. "Yes master." Jimin answered, he was getting
used to answering this way.
Jimin watched Yoongi, he had on a black button up shirt, his body was thin, he
was handsome, his hair was black and shiny, he looked almost unreal. So Jimin
guessed that this was the guy who was going to be hurting him every night,
treating his body like nothing. He gave Yoongi a small fake smile, Yoongi
returned a half smile in return, he looked stern, mean, but he had a softness
to his eyes.
Seokjin and Namjoon left the two of them alone after a while, wondering what
was taking Hoseok so long, to end up finding him scolding Taehyung, striking
him across the face hard, we could hear Taehyungs cry from the bench, it made
Jimin shift uncomfortably. "It happens a lot, Hoseok likes to hit, He likes
fear. Taehyung gives it to him." Yoongi said once he seen the worried look on
Jimins face.
"They do laugh a lot, Hoseok loves him, don't worry. He's just an aggressive
man. Taehyung understands that." Yoongi said. Jimin looked at him and nodded,
he knew Taehyung was strong, regardless of the bruises on his body he still
smiled often, still laughed with Hoseok. Jimin didn't understand him. "Is there
anything that you're curious about? You're being awfully quiet." Yoongi asked,
his voice a bit louder. "I just want to go home." Jimin answered back
truthfully, his voice small. Yoongi just nodded, clapping his hands together, a
serious look in his eyes. "Jimin, that's not going to happen. I don't want you
to talk like that around me." Yoongi said harshly. Jimin gulped. "Yes master."
Jimin answered back.
They sat in silence for a moment, the flowers blew slowly around them, the air
smelled fresh and the cold wind felt great on his skin. "Are you going to hurt
me?" Jimin finally asked, he was scared, he was scared of Namjoon, Yoongi, all
of them. He didn't want to hurt again. "I'm going to try not to." Yoongi
answered back honestly. "The only time I'll intentionally hurt you is if you
deserve it." He added.
"You seem like a good kid, you seem like a smart kid. Just be good to me and
I'll be good to you." Yoongi said softly, Jimin met his eyes, they seemed
genuine, they seemed soothing, not overly soothing like Namjoons, just
genuinely soothing. It made Jimin loosen up.
-
The three boys decided to go back into their room after being outside,
Taehyungs nose was bleeding badly by the time Yoongi and Jimin made their way
to the others. Hoseok was pacing back and forth, an angry expression on his
face, but he was a couple of feet away from Taehyung, as if Seokjin was holding
him back. Hoseok had raised his voice, saying that Taehyung tried to run.
Taehyung would keep shaking his head no, tears in his eyes, face bloody.
Jungkook had taken his side, saying Taehyung just wanted to walk a bit further,
Jimin knew Taehyung wouldn't run. would he? He kept telling Jimin that it would
get better, that they're good to us. He wouldn't run.
But after being in the room for no more than 10 minutes Hoseok came in,
demanding to see Taehyung. Taehyungs head stayed down as he followed him out of
the door. Jimin turned to Jungkook, his face was sad, worried and hurt. "They
don't usually take us this early, we haven't even had lunch." Jungkook said,
his voice quiet. Jimin knew what was probably happening, they had said Hoseok
had a temper, that he was mean and he took his anger out on Taehyung.
Jimin looked at the worried expression on Jungkooks face. "Hey, don't worry.
When he get's back we can comfort him, yeah?" Jimin asked, Jungkook gave him a
small smile and nodded. "He wasn't trying to run, he just wanted to explore
some more of the land." Jungkook said, his head down. "I told him not to,
because if one of the masters found him then he would be accused of running but
he said they were busy and it would just be a second and- well Hoseok came out
of nowhere. He hit him really hard. He was afraid Taehyung was leaving him."
Jungkook said, biting his lip, clearly nervous.
"Hoseok really loves him, he buys him gifts sometimes. He was just afraid
Taehyung was leaving him." He repeated again. Jimin just nodded. "Does Seokjin
treat you well?" He asked. Jungkook didn't say anything for a moment before he
nodded. "He does. Don't tell anyone, but he barley does the bad stuff to me, he
just acts like it." Jungkook said, in a whisper. "Taehyung knows, so he thanks
Seokjin a lot. If you need anything Seokjin will help you and tell you, you can
trust him." Jungkook said with a small smile.
"He's not perfect, he does take me, and it hurts but he's really gentle and
stops when I ask him to." Jungkook continued. "When others ask for me he
usually makes up an excuse, except Namjoon can have me when he wants. Sometimes
Seokjin will ask Hoseok if he can have Taehyung, just so Taehyung can get a
break from Hoseok and rest in his bed. He doesn't do anything to him." Taehyung
said. Jimin looked at Jungkook, his eyes wide. He knew that Seokjin had a
warmness to him.
"They told me I was Yoongis, is he nice?" Jimin asked, not wanting the answer
to the question. "I'm not sure, when he's had me it's always been oral. He's
really nice, his words are just mean. He's had Taehyung in his bed before, so
it's best you ask him. Yoongi is just really quiet, once he gets off he doesn't
say anything, just leads you back to the room. But I know Yoongi and Hoseok
will take Taehyung at the same time sometimes." Jungkook said with a shrug.
Jimin didn't care to ask him about Namjoon, he already knew about him, it was
as if he had changes in his moods often and Jimin unfortunately got the bad end
of it.
Lunch came around and Hoseok and Taehyung was nowhere to be found, when
Jungkook asked Namjoon where he was Namjoon told him to eat and not worry about
it, which made Jungkook worry more. After lunch Namjoon ordered Seokjin to take
us back up to the room after we washed up. Once we were in the room Jungkook
turned to Seokjin quickly. "Please Hyung, is Taehyung okay?" Jungkook asked
him. Hyung? Seokjin allowed him to call him Hyung instead of master?
"He's okay. Don't worry about it. He's washing up." Seokjin answered back,
patting the back of Jungkooks head, reassuring him. "Please take him tonight,
he needs a break." Jungkook begged him, worry on his face. "I'll try, hush now,
he'll be up soon." He told Jungkook calmly, Jungkook nodded, closing his eyes
at Seokjin caressing his childlike face. Leaning into it. Jimin watched,
surprised.
Seokjin then turned to Jimin. "Yoongi is going to have you tonight, be good to
him and he'll be good to you." Seokjin said before looking back at Jungkook,
giving him one last small smile before walking out the door, the three locks
clicking.
Jimin didn't want it, he couldn't do it again. He was still sore from last
night. Jimin thought they'd at least give him a break. "Don't worry, Yoongi can
be nice. He seems emotionless but he really can be kind." Jungkook told him, he
seemed sure, but that didn't stop Jimin from reliving the pain he went through
last night.
They both sat silently in the room for a while, as if both of us were in our
own little world until we heard the locks, the door coming open revealing
Taehyung, his head was down, his hair still damp from his shower. His hands
were up close to his chest, trembling, not looking up. Hoseok said no word as
he closed the door, leaving Taehyung standing there, Jungkook moved quickly,
cupping Taehyungs face in his hands, motioning for him to look up, Taehying had
two beautiful bruises on his face, one on his right cheek and the other under
his left eye, the other bruise before still visible. Though he had all the
bruises he was still breathtakingly beautiful.
"Please tell me you're okay Hyung, I was so worried." Jungkook said, his voice
sounded broken. Taehyung gave him a small smile. "I'm okay, don't worry about
me, okay?" Taehyung answered back softly, Jungkook closed his eyes, pressing
his forehead to Taehyungs, Taehyung leaning into it as their breathing matched
perfectly. Jimin stood there quietly as he watched the two of them.
-
The rest of the day went by quickly, dinner came and Taehyung stayed quiet
throughout the whole dinner, but Jimin caught Hoseok holding Taehyungs hand
lightly underneath the table. When dinner was over they demanded us all to wash
up, but Yoongi stopped Jimin on his way to the bathroom, Jimin knew what was
coming as Yoongi led him the opposite way down a long hall, before pulling out
a key to open the door to a huge room, the bed sheets where black, along with
the carpet, the room was huge, beautiful, he had a TV mounted on the wall, an
opening that led to a huge bathroom, the room smelled like expensive cherry
candles.
Yoongi closed the door behind him. Beg, Jimin thought. Beg him to spare you.
The worst that can happen is he can do what Namjoon did in return. "You're a
pretty boy Jimin, do you know that?" Yoongi asks, walking in front of him.
Jimin said nothing. "Namjoon told me how good you were, how well you followed
directions when he was inside of you." He continued. Jimin closed his eyes
tightly, he knew what was coming. "Are you going to be good for me tonight?"
Yoongi asked, walking slowly up to Jimin before caressing his face, Jimin
flinched.
"Please, I still hurt. I can't" Jimin quietly sobbed out. His small hands
coming up to hold each other. "I'll do anything else, just don't hurt me
please." Jimin continued to beg, head down, eyes watering. Yoongi stayed still,
watching Jimin closely. Before he nodded. "Then get on your knees, open your
mouth and close your eyes." Yoongi demanded, Jimin hesitantly did as he said.
He knew he must have looked silly, but the way Yoongis breath hitched, Jimin
knew he enjoyed the boy on his knees in front of him.
He heard jeans being unzipped, just do what he wants, Jimin told himself. He
was just grateful that Yoongi wasn't going to do to him what Namjoon did. He
heard the stroke of his cock, he knew Yoongi was just inches from him. "Pull
out your cock Jimin." Yoongi demanded, Jimin hesitated, before he did as he was
told, pulling his own pants and underwear down his thighs, pulling out his limp
cock. His eyes still closed like Yoongi had asked him. "Now stroke it, do that
for me." Yoongi said, Jimin obeyed, stroking his own cock at the same pace he
heard Yoongi stroking his, he could hear Yoongis shaky breath, the heat right
beside his face. His cock started to harden, he didn't want it to, he hated
this, he hated being treated like a toy, but his body fought against him and
reacted naturally.
"Just like that. Keep stroking it for me." Yoongi said, the tone of his voice
almost a moan, sending a shiver of pleasure up Jimins body as he continued to
stroke. There was something about being on his knees, hearing a man moan above
them as they both stroked their- No, you don't like this, stop. Jimin told
himself. But he did, it had been so long since he'd pleasured himself, maybe it
was just the feel of his own hand on his cock, maybe it was because he was a
boy and he couldn't help it, he couldn't help that he needed a release.
Thinking like that made him feel less dirty.
Jimin felt the tip of Yoongis cock touch Jimins plump lips, smearing the
precome on them as he stroked fast. God why did Jimin like this, why did this
turn him on. You're dirty, Jimin told himself. "Did you like how Namjoon fucked
you last night?" Yoongi asked, the tip of his cock still on Jimins lips,
vibrating them with the hard stroking of his cock. "No." Jimin cried out. "I
didn't like it." Jimin said honestly, but he continued to stroke his hard,
small cock as Yoongi continued to speak. "Yes you did, I want you to cum at the
thought of him inside you, can you do that for me baby?" Yoongi asked. Jimin
let a small sob escape his lips as he stroked his cock faster. "Think about him
holding you down baby, did you want it?" Yoongi asked, he heard Yoongis voice
hitch.
"No!" Jimin sobbed out, hand still rubbing his cock quickly. "Yeah you did, you
like being treated like a little whore huh?" Yoongi asked. Jimin started to cry
now, feeling his body shiver with pleasure, fuck he hated himself, he hated
Yoongi, he hated them all. "You want us both to fuck you at once, you want to
cry out for us to stop don't you Jimin?" Yoongi moaned out. Jimin moaned loudly
in return, the tears falling down his red cheeks now, he didn't want this but
it felt so good. Why was he doing this to him.
"Look at that pretty face, so young, fuck." Yoongi said, backing up now and
putting his fingers through the back of Jimins hair, holding it tight but not
tight enough for Jimin to be in unbearable pain, just tight enough for him to
stay in place. "Imagine me inside you baby, forcing my cock in that tight
little ass." Jimin could tell Yoongi was close, and Yoongis words made Jimin
quicken his pace on his own cock. "You fucking slut, look at you, fuck look at
you." Yoongis voice was so shaky Jimin almost couldn't make out what he said.
"Cum for me, I want to see that pretty cum on those little hands." Yoongi
moaned out, and as if Jimin was waiting for his order, he came, feeling as if a
lightning bolt hit his body, his mouth hanging open as his small body twitched,
he felt warm cum hit his lips, then his tongue as they both moaned loudly in
sync. "Yes baby, look at you. I knew you liked it." Yoongi said, breathing hard
as the rest of the cum hit his cheeks. But he didn't, he didn't like what
Namjoon did to him, he felt so dirty, what was wrong with him? Why did he cum
to Yoongis disgusting words. You're filthy, Jimin told himself.
The hold on his hair loosened, Jimin started to sob, the tears still silently
falling. The bitter taste of cum in his mouth. He opened his eyes slowly,
Yoongi was watching him with satisfaction, his eyes looked as if he'd fallen in
love with the cum covered boy bellow him. He didn't want to cum, he didn't want
to. "Go into my bathroom and clean off your face, I'll take you into your room
after." Yoongi said, his voice was dull. Jimin nodded quickly and did as he
said.
Later that night he laid in his bed, Taehyung and Jungkook was sleeping
together in the same bed, their arms over one another, Jungkooks head laying
lightly on his chest. Jimin closed his eyes, a image of Yoongi in his head
before he felt himself drifting off, seeing blackness.
***** Let's play a game. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Jimin woke up thinking of his family. Still hoping that they would decline
their Masters offering, so he could go home safe and sound. He was still
ashamed of himself about what happened a couple days ago. Yoongi didn't ask for
him back after that night. Yoongi still watched Jimin closely, still stood
outside the restroom when he took a shower or used the toilet, he was just
quiet. Jimin decided to ask Jungkook about it as they both sat on the floor
with books on their laps, stuttering as he did so, he didn't want to seem
clueless. "He's just like that. He's quiet and he observes a lot." Jungkook
answered with a shrug. "Yoongi doesn't take us that such so I really don't know
how he acts, I just know he's pretty quiet." Jungkook added.
 
Jimin and Jungkook heard Taehyung chuckle from his bed, both of them looking
his way. "Yoongi is planning something, that's what he does. But he doesn't
like to plan alone" Taehyung said, eyes on them both. "What do you mean
'doesn't like planning alone'?" Jimin asked, his curiosity taking over him.
"Yoongi-he, he has a kink. I don't know if he still has it because he hasn't
done it in a while but he likes to team up with one of the other masters and-
" Taehyung trailed off, shrugging before he continued. "He likes to have two of
them on you at once. In my case, it was Yoongi and Hoseok. It was horrible."
Taehyung said before shaking his head. "Let's talk about something else, yeah?"
He asked.
 
Jimin nodded his head quickly, it was the first time seeing Taehyung stressed
over just talking. He respected him enough not to bring it up again, but that
didn't stop him from being afraid. He then remembered Yoongi's words to him
that night, telling him to think of Yoongi and Namjoon having him at once, it
sent a shiver down Jimins spine. But didn't Yoongi tell him that he wouldn't
intentionally hurt him? Didn't Yoongi tell him that he would only hurt him if
he deserved it? He was confused as to why Yoongi supposedly made Taehyung say
it was horrible. Did Taehyung do something bad? Did taehyung deserve it? He
would have to save that conversation for Jungkook, he knew that the youngest
would probably know. 
 
Jimin quickly shook the thought from his head, of course Taehyung didn't
deserve it, why would he think that way? They  were not the ones at blame here,
they were not the sick ones. Jimin couldn't let that cloud his brain, Jimin
couldn't let himself believe that he's being abused in the most disgusting ways
possible because of himself. Then he thought about what Namjoon had told him
that night he took his innocents. He had told Jimin that he had made Namjoon
force himself on him, he had told Jimin that it was his fault. And fuck, Jimin
couldn't get that thought out of his head, what if it was his fault? What if he
would have just listened and not have fought back? Would Namjoon really had not
done what he done? And if he did, would he had gone easier on him? 
 
Jimin was scared, he was scared of what would happen next, who would have him
next. He was scared of Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi, he was even scared of
Seokjin. One night he had stayed up hearing Jungkook whispering to Seokjin at
the door, it was late, he was sure the masters was asleep. He didn't want to
listen but Jimin always let his curiosity get the best of him. 
 
"I know Jungkook. I'm trying, just give me more time." Seokjin said, Jimin
could hear that the tone of his voice sounded stressed. "What if we don't have
it Hyung?" Jungkook had snapped back, there was a view seconds of silence until
he heard Seokjins voice, it sounded dull. "I like you, you know that. But I
will not tolerate that tone of your voice when you're speaking to me. Got it?"
Seokjin asked, his voice demanding. "Yes hyu-master." Jungkook answered
defeated. Seokjin signed again, but this time it sounded soft. "You don't have
to call me that, you know that. Okay?" Seokjin asked softly. Jimin didn't hear
Jungkook answer but he was sure Jungkook had nodded. 
 
He didn't hear them talk for a little over two minutes but he knew they were
both still standing at the door, Jimin bit his lip before turning over in his
bed slowly to get a peek at the boy and man standing at the door. Seokjin had
his thumb on Jungkooks bottom lip. caressing it, watching it as if he was going
to kiss the young boy in front of him. Jungkook just stood there emotionless,
letting Seokjin do as he pleased, but the site looked anything but creepy to
Jimin. It looked very soothing, soft. 
 
Seokjin then left the room without a second word, without kissing the lips he
was looking at for so long. Jungkook had stayed standing there for a while
until he had heard Taehyung's voice call him. "Jungkook-ah, why are you
standing there? Are you okay? Come sleep with hyung." Taehyung said, patting
the spot beside him. Jungkook had stuttered telling Taehyung 'okay' as if he
was afraid Taehyung had seen Seokjin standing there a few moments before. 
 
Jimin never said anything to Jungkook about what happened, he didn't feel the
need to. If Jungkook wanted to tell us he would, right? Jimin and Jungkook
still sat on the ground with the books in hand, he wished the masters gave them
more things to do, he wished they didn't leave them in a windowless room with
just a book shelf, he thought it was kind of cruel, but it could be worse
right? They could be locked in a basement with their ankles chained to the wall
and not fed full three meals a day with snacks. 
-
That morning Namjoon took all three boys into the living-room, all four masters
was sitting on the couch, legs crossed as they watched the three boys in front
of them. Hoseok and Seokjin had a glass of wine in their hands. Jimin felt his
body stiffen as the four men eyes scanned over their small bodies. "We're
having visitors today, and I want you three boys on your best behaviors. There
would be no reason to lock you in your rooms, because the people who are
visiting know exactly why you are here. Understood?" Namjoon asked, they had
all answered in sync, then Taehyung spoke up, a smile on his face. 
 
"Is it the older boys? the ones that was here before us?" Taehyung asked.
Namjoon smiled at Taehyung, a genuine smile before nodding his head. "Yes it
is, I know you haven't seen them in a while and I thought you'd enjoy some
extra company. But you know the rules, do not say anything to them that you
wouldn't say to us. Now go take a shower and get ready, they'll be here by the
time you boys are finished." Namjoon said with a snap of his finger. 
 
Taehyung just smiled, along with Jungkook as they both ran down the hallway
towards their bathrooms, Jimin following them both slowly, confused. After the
long shower, he opened the door to see Yoongi standing there, his back was up
against the wall, arms crossed as he watched Jimin. He had wished Yoongi talked
to him more, not because he wanted to, he didn't want any of the masters
talking to him for that reason, he just wanted to talk to him so he didn't have
to stand there in awkward silence every single day. 
 
As they walked into the living-room, he seen the rest of the masters, Taehyung
and Jungkook and three other young men that he didn't recognize. They all was
very handsome, all eyes on him when he walked in. Except one guy who's eyes was
on Taehyung as Taehyung explained a book he was reading. The guys face looked
amused and kind, watching Taehyung with actual interest. 
 
"Ahh, boys, this is Jimin, our newest." Namjoon said, the boy's eyes who was
watching Taehyung was now watching Jimin. Nobody said anything, the three young
men just gave Jimin a small smile and a nod, what more could they do? Well,
they could have the police raid the place, arrest the sick monsters that took
them captive, raped, abused and humiliated them. 
 
"It's nice to meet you." Jimin said in a small voice. They probably all thought
he was 12. Jimin looked so young, even younger then Jungkook, because they had
all frowned. "How-how old is he?" One of the young men asked, looking at
namjoon, eyebrows together. "Don't worry, he's 16." Namjoon answered back
sternly. "Even if he wasn't, would you have a problem with that?" Hoseok asked
the young man, eyebrows raised, the guy shook his head quickly, as if he was
scared of Hoseok. Jimin wondered if Hoseok had him when he was here. 
 
"Boys! Come on, don't just sit there confused, drink some wine and relax,
you'll need it." Namjoon said to the three young men. They'll need it? Why
would they need it? Jimin slowly made eye contact with Taehyung, Taehyung also
having a questioning look on his face. What were they planning? They all sat in
the living-room for a bit chatting. One of the boys, he had black hair and his
body was built nicely, told the Masters that his family was still doing fine,
that he had already graduated university and is starting his own business soon.
The other guy, he had light brown hair, a very handsome face and big eyes, he
kind of reminded Jimin of Jungkook. He had also explained that his family was
still doing well, but that his mom had passed and that they're slowly in the
process of selling his Mothers house with no luck. 
 
The other, who had been fond of Taehyung had explained that he had dropped out
of university a while ago and is pursuing is career in acting, that he just
needed the right connections so he could be successful. We had all stayed quiet
as the young men spoke about their current lives. They had all had a couple
glasses of wine except the younger boys, so they looked a lot more comfortable
and less stressed as they did when Jimin had first met them. 
 
"I'm aware that you boys are here because you need a little bit of help with
some stuff, am I correct?" Namjoon asked, the three young men just nodded their
heads slightly, looking embarrassed. "Ahh boys, don't feel ashamed, we all need
help sometimes yeah?" Namjoon asked. Jimin frowned, so they would come back to
the place they were abused for help with things financially? Didn't they want
to be away from these men forever? Didn't they want to save the ones who were
still here? 
 
"And what is it that you're willing to do for us if we help you?" Namjoon
asked, eyebrow raised, the young men started to look nervous now, eyes not on
the masters as one of them answered. "You-you know. Like old times." The one
with the brown hair stuttered. They suddenly looked like children, small and
shy.
 
"Ahh, I see. Well we will help you, you don't have to worry about that, we just
want you to follow directions and listen very carefully, understood?" Namjoon
asked, they all nodded their heads quickly, but Namjoon just smiled slightly,
amused. "I want these three boys here." Namjoon stated, pointing at Jimin,
Taehyung and Jungkook. "I want them to get you off, make you feel good and I
want them to do it right here in from of us. All you need to do is do as we
say. follow directions." Namjoon said. 
 
The three young men looked up quickly, looked at Namjoon as if he was insane,
but Namjoon continued. "We're going to play a little game. We are going to pair
each of you up with one of these pretty young boys and control you like
puppets. The boy you're closest to now is the boy you're going to play with."
Namjoon said. Jimin looked to his right at the man with black hair who was
sitting closest to him, then Jungkook with the man with the brown hair and
Taehyung with the man who was looking at him with admiration just hours
before. 
 
"Yoongi will tell you what to do to Jimin, Hoseok will tell you what to do to
Taehyung and Seokjin will tell you what to do to Jungkook." Namjoon said with a
sly smile. "Now, my only rules are
1. You will do as we say and follow directions exactly as we explain them
2. Don't question what we ask you to do to them, just do it
3. You will cum. 
Is that understood?" Namjoon asked the three young men. They were all silent
for a moment before the man that was paired with Taehyung shook his head no.
Before laughing nervously. "I can't, I can't do that to someone. I promised
myself I wouldn't." The young man said before the two other men started to
agree with him.
 
Namjoon stopped smiling as he began to speak again. "If you want that down
payment on that building for you business, if you want connections to help sell
your moms home for a good price and if you want to star in the next biggest
film then I'd suggest you suck it up and do as I say, if not, get out and these
boys here will get a nice fucking beating." Namjoon said sternly, the young men
now had panic in their eyes as they looked at each other nervously. 
 
"Do-do we have to hurt them?" The man with the brown hair asked. He looked
ashamed of himself for even asking, but Namjoon just grinned at him and
shrugged. "You'll do whatever you're told to do. I'm just here to watch the
game." Namjoon said. The man that was paired up with Jungkook was the first to
say that he would do it, maybe it was the fact that he knew Seokjin wasn't
going to make him do anything extreme, or the fact that he really needed
the money, or both. Then the man who was paired up with Jimin agreed and soon,
after a long hesitation the man who was paired with Taehyung agreed. 
 
"Ahh, I always knew you boys listened so well. You always have. I hope you
drank enough wine, because I'm ready to get this game started." Namjoon said
with a smirk. Jimin felt his heart began to beat fast. He looked at Jungkook to
see him biting his bottom lip nervously and then looked at Taehyung to see his
face expressionless. "Let's start with you six getting undressed, yeah? Go on."
Namjoon demanded, we all followed his directions slowly, finally Jimin made eye
contact with the man he was paired with. The man who was starting his own
business. One day people were going to trust this man and not know the things
he was about to do to Jimin, the things Yoongi was going to order him to do. 
 
But it wasn't the mans fault right? The masters are making them do this, the
masters did nothing for free. After they were all fully naked, each pairing
standing in front of each other, the young men towering over us, everything
went quiet for a moment. The masters said nothing as they all watched the site
in front of them. Then Hoseok spoke up. "Taehyung, touch his cock for him yeah?
Get him hard, he's looking limp." Hoseok demanded. Taehyung did as he said
without a second thought, grabbing the mans cock in between his hands and
stroking it slightly, the man stiffened, not looking at Taehyung at all.
 
"Don't be rude, go on, make him hard." Yoongi said looking at Jimin, demanding
him. Jimin swallowed before hesitantly doing as Yoongi said. Grabbing the mans
cock into his small hands as he started to stroke, Seokjin demanding Jungkook
to do the same with his pairing. After some time Jimin felt the mans cock start
to harden between his hands, trying so hard to wrap his small hands around the
mans huge member. "Good, look at that. Look how good you're making them feel,
they're hard for you boys." Namjoon said in a praising tone. None of the young
men were looking at the small boys in front of them. 
 
"Look them in the eyes, yeah?" Namjoon asked the young men. They hesitated
before making eye contact. All three men now looking at the three boys stroking
them. "Taehyung, why don't you taste him. Put every inch of it in your mouth."
Hoseok demanded Taehyung. So far it looked as if the masters was demanding only
the young boys to do things, but Jimin knew that would change quickly. Jimin
watched as Taehyung got on his knees slowly, doing as Hoseok demanded and
putting the young mans cock in his mouth. The mans eyes fluttered shut and his
mouth opened slightly at Taehyungs actions. "Yeah that's right, his tongue
feels good doesn't it?" Hoseok asked quietly, the man just gulped. 
 
"Grab Jimins hand and help him stroke you, he's new to this." Yoongi told the
man standing in front of Jimin. "Do it at a fast pace, don't take your eyes
from his." Yoongi said. The man did as he said, wrapping his huge hand around
Jimins as he quickened their pace on his cock. Jimin felt the mans cock twitch
in his hand, his eyes not leaving Jimins little face. 
 
"Do you boys think you're going to cum fast?" Namjoon asked them. They nodded
their heads in sync, as if they wanted to cum quickly so that this could be
over with. "Well then if that's the case, fuck him." Hoseok demanded. The man
quickly looked at Hoseok, eyes wide as if he wanted to say no, as if he wanted
to just stop everything. "Taehyung, get on your hands and knees." Hoseok
demanded and Taehyung followed his order. Jimin didn't know why Taehyung looked
so emotionless, so unfazed. "f-fuck him? like-" The man stuttered but Hoseok
interrupted him. "Yes, like put your cock in his ass. He's used to it. Go on."
Hoseok said sitting back. The man just stared down at Taehyung on his hands and
knees for him. "You have 10 seconds, fuck him or get out." Hoseok spat. Jimin
watched as Taehyung started to look impatient down on his hands and knees. 
 
The man got down quickly, positioning himself, before Jimin could watch any
longer Yoongi spoke. "Jimin, get down on your knees and suck his cock. Take the
whole thing." Yoongi said. Jimin looked at Yoongi confused, he's never done
this before, he didn't know if he would do it right, what if he couldn't make
the man in front of him cum? He heard one of the men take in a deep breath just
to glance over and see him entering Taehyung. Taehyungs head was down so Jimin
couldn't see his face, he watched as Namjoon and Hoseok started to stroke
themselves between their jeans. 
 
"Now." Yonngi spat at Jimin, Jimin nodded his head quickly before getting on
his knees, looking up at the man before stuttering. "I-I don't know how to do
this. I-I'm sorry if I can't make you um-you know" Jimin said in a shaky
breath, the mans cock was hard in front of him as he looked down at the boy on
his knees. "You will," He said back quietly, gently touching the back of Jimins
head moving it forward. Jimin didn't know if he was moving it forward because
he wanted to get it over worth or because he genuinely wanted his cock in
Jimins mouth. 
 
Jimin took a deep breath and opened his mouth touching the tip of his cock with
his tongue. He felt the cock twitch, feeling the man gently start to push his
face in closer before the cock was fully in his mouth. The man above him took
in a deep shaky breath, clearly enjoying it. It had to have been the alcohol.
"Fuck him harder, he'll like it." Hoseok demanded, he heard the man sigh before
a small whimper escaped Taehyungs lips. "That's it, make him take it." Hoseok
breathed out. 
 
"Seokjin, I would have expected more from you. Ask him to fuck Jungkooks ass
with his fingers, Yeah?" Namjoon said. Seokjin obeyed quickly. "Jungkook, get
on your hands and knees, arch your ass and ask for his fingers." Seokjin
demanded. A few seconds passed before Jimin heard Jungkooks small boyish voice.
"Can-can I please have your fingers?" Jungkook asked, at those words he felt
the cock in his mouth jolt in pleasure. "I want you to grab his hair and fuck
his mouth, only let him breath after every 20 seconds. You want to cum fucking
his mouth don't you?" Yoongi asked, the man let out a shaky breath in agreement
before grabbing the back of Jimins hair roughly, giving him no warning before
fucking into his throat. 
 
"He doesn't want it." Jimin heard the man with Jungkook say. "It's hurting
him." He added. "He'll be fine, give him another finger, make it four, fuck him
to the knuckle." Seokjin demanded and the man obeyed. Jimin heard Jungkook let
out a loud cry, he sounded so small. "Now touch yourself while your other hand
fucks him, I want you to cum on his ass." Seokjin added, just as Seokjin ended
his sentence he head Hoseok speak up. "Look at that, keep fucking him good like
that, he has tears." Hoseok said to the man fucking Taehyung rough. "You like
it don't you, I can see that you like it. You can fuck him harder if you want,
baby boy can take it." Hoseok said, giving the man a choice, or was it really a
choice? He heard a moan escape the mans lips and a soft intake of Taehyungs
breath as he got fucked harder. 
 
Jimins eyes started to water and he started to lose his breath as his throat
was being slammed into. He felt tears start to stream down his face as the
first whimper tried to escape his lips, but just ended up vibrating the dick
inside his mouth, making the man above him moan quietly in pleasure. He started
hear his heart beat, his head started to feel like it was getting tighter as he
started to lose his breath before the man grabbed the back of his head tightly,
pulling it back to let Jimin breathe. Jimins eyes turned for a moment to the
masters, they all was watching us closly, stroking their hard dicks now out of
the jeans. His eyes were watering and his spit dripped down his chin, the man
above him eyes were wide but looked as if they were in unimaginable pleasure
before pushing Jimins small head back onto his cock, fucking his throat. 
 
He could hear another cry escape Jungkooks lips as Seokjin demanded the last
finger. "It-it hurts master. Plea-please tell him to stop." Jungkook begged
quietly. "Shh, I know. He's almost done. Is that right?" Jimin heard Seokjin
ask just for the man to moan back in response. "Fuck" Jimin heard another voice
say, it was the man who was paired with Taehyung. "Fuck I'm gonna cum." He
moaned out. "Choke him, put your hands around his neck and choke him." Hoseok
demanded the man. Jimin started to feel himself lose air again, it's been well
over 20 seconds and the man was still carelessly fucking his throat. Please
yoongi, please make the let him breath, please. Jimin thought. 
 
He heard Taehyung start to choke in the background, probably from being choked
at Hoseoks demand, he could hear Jungkooks small cries as the man fucking his
ass with his fingers let out a shaky breath. It was clear that the young men
now enjoyed hurting them like this. Would they turn out like this as well? 
 
"Let him breathe, it's been over 40 seconds." He heard Yoongi demand. "I-I'm
almost there. Fuck I'm almost there." The man answered back, not following
Yoongis demand. Jimins face was now filled with tears, spit was running down
his chin and the man above him was moaning now, pace quickening. Jimins eyes
started to get foggy from the lack of breath, his head started to get heavy and
the sound of his heart was becoming slower. He was going to pass out any
second, he couldn't hear anything anymore, only the sound of his own heartbeat
before the man roughly removed his dick out of Jimins mouth and came on his
face, a loud moan escaping his lips. Jimin was breathing hard and taking in a
deep breath, his eyes shut tightly and his body becoming weak from the lack of
oxygen, the moment the man let go of his hair he fell to the ground, he could
still feel and hear his heartbeat, his eyes was foggy either from the tears or
lack of oxygen. 
 
"I told you to let him breathe" He heard an angry Yoongi say. But it sounded
like an echo. "You're still so stubborn-" He heard yoongi saying more but his
mind didn't process it. He watched as the man came on Jungkooks ass, watching
the sweet tears fall down his face, soon after to see the man finishing inside
of Taehyung watching as the Masters sitting on the couch all came in sync.
"Don't let him fall asleep. Keep him awake, we can't make an ER trip." He heard
Namjoon say. Was he talking about Jimin or the passed out Taehyung on the
ground? He watched as Yoongi knelt down next to him, picking him up in his arms
and not saying a word before walking off with him. 
 
Jimin would be fine if it wasn't for the lack of oxygen he had for so long, it
felt like his head was going to explode. "Don't go to sleep Jimin, stay awake."
He heard Yoongi say as he started to drift off, he wasn't tired, so why was he
drifting off? It was still the morning, he had just woken up. Jimin felt
himself being laid on a bed, was it his bed? No, the room was different, it was
yoongi's room. Yoongi was out of site for a moment just to come back with a
glass of water, Jimins vision started to come back to focus and his head
stopped pounding. He grapped the glass of water with a shaky hand before
bringing it up to his lips. 
 
"Your throat will be sore for a while." Yoongi said quietly. Jimin said
nothing, his mind went back to the crying Jungkook and passed out Taehyung. Why
did they allow this to happen to us? Why did they let these men do this to us?
Just for some money for them not us. Why were we punished for that? Jimin felt
a tear fall down his cheek, why was he crying? This wasn't even the worst thing
that's happened to him while he was here, Namjoon was, Namjoon was the worst
thing that had happened to him. 
 
Yoongi just watched as the tear fell down Jimins face, he said nothing, his
face said nothing, he had no expression. He looked like he didn't care about
anything. Maybe he had seen this one to many times to care anymore. Jimin was
sure he wasn't the first boy to be crying in his bed. 
 
-
 
Taehyung woke up in the all to familiar room. Hoseoks room. It smelled like
spice, the bed even smelt good, the bed always smelt good, Hoseok always smelt
good. He had passed out from being choked, it wasn't his first time. He
couldn't even count anymore the times he's passed out to hands around his
throat, mostly Hoseoks. Always Hoseoks, until now. He was sure that there was
fresh bruises on his neck, there was never a day where he was bruise free.
Sometimes he envied Jungkook, the kid never really had bruises, Seokjin treated
him so well most of the time. 
 
He began to think about the cries that escaped Jungkooks lips and his blood
started to boil. Jungkook didn't need this, he was to innocent for this. He
did nothing to deserve this. If they all could just take Taehyung and spare
Jungkook, Taehyung wouldn't mind. He was used to the abuse, used to being
penetrated and treated like nothing. All this for his family, that's the only
thing that kept him going. His family was eating, smiling, having great
holidays and free from despair. Taehyung was sad that they dropped the
investigation. No he was hurt. 
 
After hearing that news that his family dropped the investigation, he was
abused by Hoseok, raped and abused again. He didn't try to run, he would never
run from them. He knew that his family would pay the price. Hoseok had
apologized to him after, showered with him, bought him gifts upon gifts and
continued to apologize. He always did that, he would hurt Taehyung until the
unimaginable and then treat him like a pampered prince the following days. 
 
Taehyung cared about Hoseok and he didn't know why. He knew it was unhealthy,
he knew he probably shouldn't. Hoseok was a monster that enjoyed his pain. But
sometimes he was just nice. Sometimes he was funny, caring, held him and let
him watch tv with him. Make him food and buy him the new socks and books that
he wanted. He heard the shower go on in Hoseoks bathroom. He continued to lay
on his soft bed, Hoseok had dressed him in one of his over sized shirts, he
wondered if Hoseok had touched him as he did so, probably. 
 
-
 
Jungkook laid on Seokjins chest as he massaged his small head. Seokjin had
apologized to him over and over again. Apologized for letting that man do that
to him, apologized for making the demands. "It's not your fault hyung, Namjoon
made you." Jungkook would whisper, but Seokjin shook his head. "You don't
understand Jungkook, I'm not well. You shouldn't trust me so much." He said
softly, Jungkook looked up at him and frowned. 
 
"Don't say things like that, of course I trust you." Jungkook said, using his
fingers to draw invisible images on Seokjins bare chest. "Well don't, I've done
things to you, and they were in my full control. I might not be as fucked up as
the others, but I'm still fucked up." Seokjin said. Jungkook said nothing
because he knew he was right. Seokjin has taken advantage of him before, but
he did stop every time it got to much for Jungkook. Seokjin would often fuck
Taehyung because Jungkook would always tell him to stop, but he was always
gentle with Taehyung, always made sure that Taehyung enjoyed it to because he
knew he always had a hard time with Hoseok. 
 
"I want to go home." Jungkook finally said. It was quiet for a long moment. He
didn't say things like that often, it seemed to always hit the masters hard
when they would say things like that, as if they couldn't live without their
kidnapped boys. 
 
"Don't say shit like that Jungkook." Seokjin said back, voice stern. Jungkook
said nothing in return, but they both knew the truth. Jungkook and Seokjin had
a secret. 
Chapter End Notes
     FINALLY I updated now that I have more than enough time. Comments and
     thoughts are always appreciated and they’re a huge motivation!! , and
     yes, I will update soon.
***** Movie night *****
Chapter Notes
     Was kind of tipsy when writing this chapter so forgive me and my
     horrible typos.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jimin had drifted off in Yoongis bed that morning after they played that nice
new game that they were forced to participate in. Jimin had wondered when it
was all going to be over, when he was going to be able to go home. He didn't
understand why these men felt such a desire to hurt young boys and use them as
their personal toys that they can play with however they wanted. Yoongi was
such a quiet man, he was even quiet when he paced back and forth in the room as
Jimin slept soundly. He was even quiet as he whispered with another one of the
masters at the door. He was even quiet when he walked up to jimin, touching his
shoulder softly, causing Jimins body top jerk as he woke.
"You fell asleep, but its time for dinner, you missed lunch." Yoongi said
dully, but he didn't seem angry. Jimin frowned at his words. How had he slept
for so long? He wasn't even tired, matter of fact, he didn't even remember
falling asleep. "When did I fall asleep?" Jimin had asked, throat sore as he
talked, he sounded sick.
"That doesn't matter, wash your face in the bathroom quickly. Namjoon has news
for you." Yoongi said with a small smile, Jimins body fell comfortable as he
seen Yoongis smile, but he obeyed, getting up to wash his face. Jimin liked
Yoongis bathroom. Everything about Yoongi was simple, the way his towel hung on
the railing was simple, the way his toothbrush stood in it's holder was simple,
even the way his bar of soap sat on his sink was simple. Jimin had returned to
the room to see Yoongi already standing by the door waiting for Jimin to go out
first like normal.
Entering the kitchen was like Jimin was looking in the mirror. Jungkook and
Taehyung had looked as if they had just woken up, a confused look on their
faces as if they hadn't remembered falling asleep either. "Jimin! Sit sit! I
have some news for you." Namjoon had said cheerfully. Jimin bit his lip and
done as he was told. As usual, Taehyung and Hoseok fingers were intertwined as
if he was afraid Taehyung would leave him and runaway forever.
"We got a call back from your father today." Namjoon started. Jimins whole body
stiffened, his eyes darted from his plate over to where Namjoon was sitting.
"You-you did?" Jimin asked quietly, Namjoon nodded. "It seemed a lot more
natural reaching out since I had already previously knew your father. Great
man." Namjoon said with a tilt of his head, cutting the steak in front of him.
Jimin bit his lip, growing impatient. "You're probably anxious to know what we
spoke about, is that correct?" Namjoon asked, eyebrow raised. "Yes master."
Jimin answered back, his hands beginning to sweat. Please say he declined.
Jimin said to himself before Namjoon spoke.
"Well, he got back to me with my offer, and he was more than willing to let us
help them. We're even paying for an investigator." Namjoon laughed, causing the
masters to smile at his words. Jimins body grew even weaker than it already was
before. "Your father. He sounded so broken, unhappy. We will change that Jimin,
they'll be happy soon." Namjoon tried to ensure. Jimin caught Taehyung staring
at him at the corner of his eye, his eyes drifting to the boy, their eye
contact lasted nearly 10 seconds before Taehyung broke eye contact.
"Is there anyway I could speak to my father, just for a moment? I promise I'll
do anything" Jimin found himself begging, it could be two years until he talked
to his family again. Namjoon laughed before sitting his silverware down, eyes
on Jimin. "What makes you think I'd even let you touch a phone?" Namjoon asked
amused. "You'll do anything we say anyway Jimin, now hush and eat." This time
it was Yoongi who had spoke. "Ye-yes master." Jimin answered back at Yoongis
demand, it was the first time he'd gotten involved in their conversations.
"Ahh Yoongi, acting like a true master. He's got a lot of training to do, is
that why you've been refusing to let us have him for the night? Give the poor
boy a break" Hoseok joked. Jimins eyes quickly landed on Yoongi. Yoongi shifted
before he spoke. "What we do is none of your concern Hoseok, yes I've been
training him well." Yoongi lied. Jimin said nothing, to afraid to say anything.
He was lying, he hadn't been training Jimin, he hadn't even touched him.
"You're always so secretive with your boys Yoongi, some things never change."
Namjoon said before picking up his silverware again and continued eating. 
-
Namjoon had suggested we all go outside after dinner. "What happened today was
uncalled for on our part, we keep showing Jimin a bad image of us. He's family
now and will be with us for a long while, I think it's about time we show him
our other side, yeah?" Namjoon asked. Jimin wanted to laugh, not because it was
funny because it wasn't, he wanted to laugh because it seemed like every
time he got hurt by the hands of these men, they thought going outside was
going to fix it. 
"The masters let us swim in the summer, but it's just to cold out now. But
we do have fun sometimes. You'll see!" Taehyung cheered. Jimin watched the boy
in front of him smile widely as Hoseok opened the door for him to run out, but
first Hoseok had given Taehyung a warning look, again, as if he would run.
Jungkook ran soon after, his jacket looking to big on his small body. If these
jackets were so big on Jungkook, Jimin wondered just how big they would look on
him, he was sure he looked marshmallow as he looked at Yoongi after puting on
the jacket just to see an amused look on the mans face. Jimin scoffed at him
before running outside with the others. 
"Master!" Taehyung sung. "Can we show Jimin the rest of the garden? Or is that
to far?" He asked, looking hopeful as Namjoon stood at the door, watching us.
"Yes, you'll still be in eyes view, you boys have fun, we'll send a master out
there every couple of seconds to see if you're alright." Namjoon said. You mean
to see if we had ran off?  Jimin thought, but instead he answered with "Okay
master." in sync with the other two boys before they ran towards the garden. 
"Taehyung-ah, we should ask the masters if we can plant some veggies here."
Jungkook said, his eyes wide. "This garden is for flowers Jungkook, you know
it's very precious to Hoseok. Let's not make him angry with such questions."
Taehyung answered back. Jimin had wondered how long Hoseok had worked on this
garden, it was beautiful like out of a fairy tail. "With vegetables comes bugs,
with bugs comes an ugly garden. He'll take it out on me, you know that."
Taehyung added. Jungkook just nodded with a smile as if he understood, but he
didn't look as if he took it to heart. They all knew how bad Taehyung had it,
well, Jimin was sure they knew it a lot better then he had. 
They continued to walk alongside the path before he seen the two boys beside
him start to speed up, not saying a word. With a confused glance he also
started to speed up. "Hey! Why are you guys going so fas-" Jimin began but
Taehyung turned around all of a sudden and put his finger up to Jimins lip.
"They can't see us right here, we're out of view from the windows. In five
minutes one of the masters will come looking for us. We've already scanned for
cameras a month ago, but now we are going to look for the hideout, do you
understand?" Taehyung asked quickly, eyes not leaving Taehyungs.
"A-a hideout? No! If we hide they'll come after our families and-" Taehyung
shushed Jimin again, looking impatient. "Not a hideout for us, their hideout."
Taehyung said before quickly grabbing Jimins hand and leading him on further
into the garden, Jungkook trailing closely behind. Jimins heart was beating
quickly, he was afraid that if he was to get caught, he would be punished,
they'd all be punished right? 
Jimin yanked his arm back and stopped, causing them to stop as well. "Jimin,
we need to look for it. It will be another good month before we are allowed to
be outside alone, or it will be the next time they hurt us and feel bad about
it. We have 3 more minutes until they come looking and let's pray it's not
Hoseok." Taehyung said before grabbing Jimins hand again to pull him along but
Jimin didn't move. 
"What hideout? What is it for? Why do we need to find it?" Jimin asked.
Taehyungs eyes frantically looked behind Jimin before his eyes landed on him
again. "It's where all the secrets are. the pictures the contacts the evidence.
Seokjin let it slip to Jungkook one day, they aren't stupid enough to keep
evidence inside the house. We need to go!" Taehyung nearly shouted the last
part, pulling Jimin along before they heard a voice. "Go where?" The voice
said, they all froze before slowly looking behind them to see Yoongi walking up
to them with a frown. 
"We need to go back into the part of the garden we're familiar with. We were
afraid that if we wandered to far you guys would think the worst. We just
wanted to see the other flowers we had yet to see, we're sorry master."
Jungkook spoke out, his voice was soft, eyes wide, he looked like a small
child, his small nose was pink from the cold, he looked like a beautiful fairy,
Jimin now knew that was his secret weapon. Yoongi watched Jungkook for a moment
before he nodded. "It's fine, we'll all come out here another day and we'll
have Hoseok show you the rest. As of now, let's get inside and shower, yeah?
Namjoon has a night for us planned." Yoongi said. The three boys echoed their
"Yes master" before walking slowly down the path with Yoongi. 
A night planned? Jimin could run right now if he wanted to, he could run as
fast as he could and just keep going. Right? He didn't want to get hurt
tonight, why didn't they give them a break? "It's just a movie night, we have
them often, nothing sinister. Don't worry Jimin." Yoongi had said closely
beside them, out of reach from the other two boys walking ahead of them. "Why
should I believe that?" Jimin shot back without thinking, quickly regretting it
the moment he did so. But it didn't seem like it bothered Yoongi. 
"Don't forget the reason you're here Jimin. You're here to please us, obey us
without question so your family can live happily. You can't expect us not to
do anything."  Yoongi said dryly. "But you aren't doing anything to me." Jimin
said back, causing Yoongi to chuckle. Jimin was right, Yoongi hadn't touched
him since that day in his room, wait, Yoongi didn't even touch him in there,
Jimin touched himself. "Would you like that to change Jimin?" Yoongi asked, his
voice a bit quieter now so the boys in front of us wouldn't hear. 
"No." Jimin answered back, his head going down and his voice small. 
"That's what I thought. When I say nothing sinister will happen tonight, I mean
it wont happen to you. I don't know what the others have planned. Just enjoy
the movie, you're ours now. You'll have to be with us rather you like it or
not." Yoongi said as they made it to the front door. The other Masters were
laughing loudly in the kitchen, Jimin could smell popcorn and the laughter
sounded so genuine. 
"That's exactly why I stopped office work, matter of fact, that's exactly why I
stopped working for people. Our business is genius, it has been for 10 years."
Namjoon said, causing the other masters to agree before they all turned their
head to see them all enter. "Speaking of genius, it's Mr. Genius himself, min
yoongi. The real mastermind behind all this, right?" Hoseok asked. Namjoon
looked at him and shook his head. "You're pushing it Hoseok." Namjoon said
causing them all to laugh, even Yoongi. The three boys just stood there
quietly, not speaking. 
Jimin seen bottles of alcohol sitting on the counter, enough cups for the seven
of them. Jimin gulped, he'd never drank alcohol before. "Yoongi is the law, we
should all watch out for him." Namjoon said to Yoongi with a wink, causing
Yoongi to tell him to shut up with a laugh, the rest of the masters laughing
along with him. "You all would have been in a cell 6 years ago if that was the
case." Yoongi joked. 
"You let your lust get in the way of that Min Yoongi." Hoseok joked back. The
room filled with laughter again, causing the three boys to exchange small
confused glances. Their laughter died down as they all stared at the three boys
still standing there, not saying a word, just staring. "Shower up boys, then we
can have a good night, yeah?" Namjoon asked, we all agreed and heading to our
assigned bathroom in the large house. As usual, the clean folded pajamas were
sitting on the counter for him. Jimin had always wondered who got everything
ready for them during the day, everything was so neatly organized as if they
had a housekeeper. 
He took a long warm shower, knowing that he'd be the last one out as always, he
knew Yoongi was probably impatiently standing at the door as Jimin took his
time. He had silk green pajamas tonight that felt so nice around his small
body. Jimin looked at himself in the mirror. He knew he was handsome, his
family had let him know that quite often. The way Yoongi would look at him for
long periods of time also convinced him that he wasn't necessarily ugly. He
looked so youthful, so young. Maybe if he didn't look so young they'd let him
go. Grow fast Jimin, grow fast. He thought to himself as he opened the bathroom
door, revealing an annoyed Yoongi. 
"You spend to long in the shower Jimin, that'll need to change."  He said
walking off down the hall, Jimin not saying a word and walking quickly behind
him. 
The living room was made up nicely, there was small pallets made on the ground
with a bunch of pillows and blankets. Seokjin was on the far left with Jungkook
beside him, then there was Namjoon, then Hoseok and then Taehyung. Yoongi
ordered for Jimin to lay beside Taehyung and he obeyed, laying beside the boy
in the red silk pajamas. Jungkook was wearing blue ones. 
"Before the movie starts, I want you to feed your boys 4 shots of this vodka."
Namjoon ordered. The masters sat up, puring the drinks for us as Jimin watched
Yoongi side him. "Have you drank alcohol before Jimin?" Yoongi asked, handing
Jimin the cup. Jimin shook his head. "Drink up, you have three more shots after
this." Yoongi said. Jimin took the glass before putting it up to his lips,
taking a deep breath. "Do it quickly, it wont taste good." Yoongi demanded.
Jimin did as he was told, feeling the bitter fast fall down his throat, feeling
his nose start to burn. 
"Good boy." He head a voice say, looking back to see Namjoon watching Jungkook
as he downed his 2nd shot. He looked like he wanted to cry. Seokjons eyes were
on Jungkook closely, and unsure look on his face. Yoongi had given Jimin three
more shots and he took them the exact same. "It'll hit you soon so lay down
Jimin." Yoongi said, Jimin obeyed. Taehyung was fairly close to him, he didn't
notice it until he whispered in his ear.  
"They don't usually make us drink this much, you probably wont remember
tonight." Taehyung whispered. Jimin frowned, turning his head slightly. "Trust
me, you're better off not remembering." Taehyung added. Jimin didn't say
anything as Namjoon started the movie, it was some animated movie that he
didn't think anyone was paying attention to other than the three boys. Jimin
felt his body start to get warm, felt his head start to get heavy and his
vision a little off, but he stayed glued to the movie in front of him, even
when the movie stopped making sense and his mind started to swirl. 
Jimin felt Taehyung move a bit beside him to see Hoseok slowly start to massage
Taehyung thigh. It wasn't a new site, he had always seen Hoseok touching
Taehyung in one way or another but this was was different. His hand was inside
Taehyungs silk pajama bottoms and his hips was jolting forward as if he was
grinding against Taehyungs side. But Taehying said nothing, his eyes didn't
leave the movie but he his looked glossed over, like his mind was somewhere
else far away. 
He then heard Jungkook giggle, his small little giggle. Jimins head was to
heavy to lift up and look and he was afraid if he did then it would come
tumbling back down. "Do you like that?" He heard a voice say, maybe it was
Sekjons voice, or Namjoons, he had no clue. But it seemed as if the masters was
treating them like a small fragile thing. It seemed as if they didn't go beyond
touching. Hoseok just continued to rock his hips, Jimin could hear his strong
breathing now, Jungkook continued to giggle, probbaly from the alcohol. 
Jimin turned his head to see Yoongi already staring at him, their bodies
weren't touching. They started at each other for a while, if Jimin wasn't
feeling as he did now, he probably would have broken eye contact after three
seconds. "How're you feeling?" Yoongi asked. "Really good." Jimin answered
back, he didn't know why he added the really in there. It was like the words
came out without him even thinking about the first. Yoongi chuckled before
sitting up, pouring another shot, but pouring in more then he had done last
time. 
"Drink." He demanded, without hesitation, without even thinking about it Jimin
sat up and took the class and drank it. After he drank that glass he watched
Yoongi pour more. Jimin felt his upper body begin to fall back but Yoongi
caught him by the arm quickly. "Here, drink more baby." Yoongi said. Jimin felt
himself giggling. "Its-are-so much." Jimin said, not making any sense, but it
seemed as if Yoongi understood. "That's okay, drink up. Just a little bit
more." Yoongi said. Jimin held out his hand, his hand that seemed to move from
side to side to grab the glass. "Don't spill it, put it up to your lips-yeah-
just like that." Yoongi coached. He head a voice close to him speek, it wasn't
Yoongi. 
"Are you trying to make him black out drunk for me?" Namjoon chuckled. Yoongi
said nothing, well, Jimin didn't think Yoongi had said anything, he felt his
body swaying, his head falling down and then popping back up as he giggled at
the sensation. He felt himself being lifted up in someones arms, looking to his
side he he seen Yoongi still sitting on the ground, the two of them making eye
contact for a moment until Yoongi said something to Hoseok, Hoseok returning
his words with a smile and a nod before Jimin watched Yoongi scoot closer to
Taehyungs body that Hoseok was already up against. Before he could watch more
the body carrying him turned the corner. 
He felt himself touch the chest of the man, before slurring his words asking
him where they were going. The man said nothing as he continued to walk. "I'm
flying." Jimin said with a smile causing the man holding him to chuckle. "Not
exactly Jimin." The voice said. It was Namjoon. He heard a door open and
seconds later he was being laid on a soft bed. The room was spinning, the
lights were dim, Jimin could sleep. He felt the bed dip in side him, felt
kisses along his neck, hands on his small stomach. He didn't move, he didn't
really think about the man beside him touching him, the spinning room above him
was a lot more interesting. 
The kissing stopped as the body was now over him. Instead of a spinning room he
now seen a spinning Namjoon, causing him to giggle. He seen a small smile come
across Namjoons face. "What's so funny Jimin?" He asked, Jimin felt his silk
pajama bottoms being pulled down to his ankles, felt as Namjoon spread his
small legs to fit his larger body between them. "Because you look funny." Jimin
slurred. He watched as Namjoon started to position himself, spitting on his own
hand for lube before his hand went out of sight again. 
"Yeah?" Namjoons shaky voice asked as Jimin felt a sharp pain strike his body,
Jimin frowned at the sudden pain. "I don't feel good." Jimin said as he felt
his body move at the same pace as Namjoon above him. Namjoons eyes were on
Jimin closely. Mouth slightly open as Jimin just laid there, what was
happening? "I know, I know. You'll be okay." Namjoon breathed out. Jimin said
nothing, his body still in pain, eyes shutting tightly. "Doing so good baby,
open your eyes and look at me, yeah? good boy." Namjoon moaned. Jimin looked to
his side, the whole room was spinning, Namjoon was spinning, Jimin wondered if
his hand would be spinning. Jimin lifted his hand up to confirm that that was
indeed spinning as well. 
"Hur-hurts." Jimin said quietly. He watched as the spinning Namjoon eyes closed
at his words, both of their bodies moving in sync. "Doing so well, not even
crying, Fuck." Namjoon moaned. Jimin would watch the spinning objects around
him to get his mind off the pain in his body, the pain turning into numbness.
He couldn't feel anything anymore, he could just hear the moans of the man
above him, the fingers slightly tangled into his hair before he seen nothing
but black. 
-
Jimin woke up in his bed the next morning. Jimin felt sick to his stomach, his
head was pounding. He felt like his brain was going to jump out of his head. He
looked around the room to see Jungkook and Taehyung sitting on their beds, both
staring at him. Jimin frowned. "Good morning." Jimin said with a wince.
Taehyung smirked. "It's 1pm." He said, causing Jungkook to laugh. "What
happened last night?" Jimin asked. The two boys said nothing. "Did Yoongi, you
know?" Jimin asked before Taehyung answered. "No, Yoongi had me with Hoseok."
Taehyung answered. Jimin frowned, looking at Jungkook. "Seokjin took me to his
room and we fell asleep. I guess you were with Namjoon." Jungkook said with a
shrug. 
"I don't remember it." Jimin confessed. "It's better that way, don't think
about it." Taehyung said, laying out two books in front of him. They looked
like new books. "Why did Namjoon have me?" Jimin asked, bringing the subject
back up. Taehyung looked at Jimin now annoyed. "He probably asked, asked Yoongi
to have you that night, when you were in the shower I seen Namjoon talking to
him." Taehyung shrugged. 
"All I remember is Yoongi making me drink a lot." Jimin said. Jungkook looked
up with a small smile. "He probably didn't want you to uh-remember, you know,
namjoon." Jungkook said. Jimin said nothing before looking at Taehyung again
who was turning the pages of his books. "I'm sorry if Yoongi hurt you last
night." Jimin said to Taehyung. Taehyung looked up from his books and started
at Jimin for a moment. "Why are you sorry?" Taehying asked. "We cant control
what our masters do. He didn't hurt me okay? I don't even remember what
happened last night." He said. Taehyung was a bad liar, Jimin thought. 
"Seokjin said some stuff last night." Jungkook said, breaking the awkward
tension between Taehyung and Jimin. Both boys looked up at him. "He was drunk
so he was rambling. Said something about the workers are catching on." Jungkook
said. "Workers?" Taehyung asked. Jungkook just shrugged. "He said the house
workers. I've never seen anyone here." Jungkook added. Jimin thought back to
the folded clothes always sat in bathrooms, the house being spotless and the
food always freshly cooked. Maybe that's why they stay in their rooms most of
the day. 
"Who knows, they've always been so secretive." Taehyung said wit a shrug. They
were quiet for a moment until Jimin looked at the books in Taehyungs hands
again. "Are those new books?" He asked. Taehyung smiled for a moment before
nodding. "Yeah, Hoseok brought them up for me earlier. It's just an "I'm
sorry" gift that he gets for me quite often, but it's never two gifts at once!"
Taehyung sung, his face showing pure happiness. Happiness over a gift that a
man gave him for abusing him, happiness over a gift that was only given to him
out of guilt for hurting his body. Why was he so happy? 
"Seokjin gifted me up some cookies the other day. My favorite kind. I don't
know why though, maybe he knows why." Jungkook shrugged. Jimin bit his lip.
"Yoongi barley even talks to me." Jimin said after the room went quiet. "Yoongi
doesn't really talk to anyone that much, he actually talks to you more than he
talked to me the first 4 months I was here." Taehyung laughed. "Do you want him
to talk to you or something?" Jungkook asked. Jimin quickly and shook his head.
"N-no! I just find it awkward when he's always so quiet, like his planning my
death or something." Jimin said, eyes wide. Both boys in front of him laughed. 
"It's okay if you do, we all build some kind of mutual relationship with our
masters. You're only human." Taehyung ensured. "I mean, he got you shit faced
drunk so you wouldn't have to remember dealing with Namjoon. I wish Hoseok
numbed me up before-" Taehyung said, but stopped himself from talking and
continued to look through his books. 
So far, Namjoon had been the only one to really take away Jimins innocents.
Yoongi hadn't touched him, none of the other masters had touched him. He was
happy about that, because for now, the only memory he had was the memory of the
first time Namjoon had forced himself on him. While Jungkook and Taehyung are
forced to think back of the multible times they were taken advantage of and
humiliated. 
Jimin knew his time would come soon. 
 
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The next few days was quiet. Eating at the table was quiet as well. The masters
didn't take any of them at night and they wouldn't even look at them at times.
They would just send the boys to their rooms and not see them again til the
next morning for breakfast. After a long, silent breakfast they were thrown
back into their rooms again, knowing that they probably wouldn't be getting out
again until lunch.
"Something is worrying the masters." Jungkook said, tone of his voice sounding
a bit worried. Jimin looked at Taehyung only to see his face emotionless.
"That's none of our concern Jungkook. Don't worry okay?" Taehyung assured, but
Jungkook didn't look any less worried. "Look, remember what happened a few
months back? The masters were so stressed they didn't talk to us for nearly two
days because work was stressing them out. Remember that Jungkook?" Taehyung
asked, grabbing Jungkooks chin lightly and lifting his head up to meet his
eyes.
"It's been three days, they didn't even look at us during breakfast. I'm
scared." Jungkook said, voice small. Taehyung signed and touched Jungkooks leg
lightly. "Scared of what Jungkook? What are you scared of?" Taehyung asked.
Jungkook didn't say a word for a moment, the room was quiet enough where you
could hear the three boys breathing in sync.
"That they might hurt us." Jungkook said, voice a bit hesitant. Jimin watched
as Taehyung frowned before he spoke. "That's nothing new. Why are you acting so
odd? Seokjin doesn't hurt you does he?" Taehyung asked, voice sounding anxious.
Jungkook quickly shook his head. "You know he doesn't! He wouldn't hurt me.
I'm-I'm just scared you two might get hurt. You're always hurting, it's not
fair." Jungkooks said, looking between the two.
Jimin finally spoke. "Don't worry about us Jungkook. All that matters is you're
not getting hurt as much. Why don't we talk about what we're going to do once
we're finally out of here, yeah?" Jimin asked, he seen Jungkooks face light up
and Taehyung smile at Jungkooks sudden interest.
All three boys sat cross legged on the floor as they usually did. Jimin ran his
hand through his hair as he commanded Jungkook to go first. Jungkook was quiet
for a moment as if he was thinking before his face lit up. "First, I'll give my
parents a hug. Then I'll eat all the snacks that I want. I'll go back to school
and meet my old friends. I'll play outside as long as I want." He added, but
then suddenly changed his mind. "Well, I wont play outside for long because I
don't want to get taken and mom would worry." Jungkook added. With that
Taehyung burst into laughter, causing Jungkook to raise his eyebrows which
caused Jimin to began to laugh.
"Jungkook-ah. You're so innocent. Please stay that way." Taehyung said rubbing
the back of Jungkooks neck softly. Jungkooks face began to turn pink, not
meeting Taehyungs eyes which caused Jimin to smile to himself. "What else?"
Jimin asked, a small smile on his face as he leaned back on his hands.
"I'll get a bike! I'll ride as long as I wanted and go any place that I wanted
to go. I'll visit Seokjin hyung and we'll go to th-" Jungkook began but
Taehyung stopped him abruptly. "What did you just say?" Taehyung asked, the
tone of his voice in shock. Jungkook began to stutter. "I-well-I just thought
that-" Jungkook stopped talking, the room was quiet for a moment before
Taehyung spoke.
"No, Jungkook. It's okay, really. Just-just be careful yeah? Don't say things
like that." With Taehyungs words, Jungkook looked up quickly. "You care about
the masters too, don't act like you don't." Jungkook said crossing his arms.
"It's different. I wouldn't go visiting them. Why would you do that? You know
what happens to us here. You know better." Taehyung said shaking his head.
"It's just Seokjin hyung, I-I could meet him at a coffee shop or-" Taehyung
sighed at Jungkooks words. "Stop," Jungkook said quietly, but Taehyung
continued. "Or we could meet at a park and-" Taehyung put his head in his
hands. "Jungkook, please.." Taehyung said, turning to look at the youngest in
front of him, but Jungkook continued. "Or we could even meet at my place! Mom
will make him a nice dinner and thank him for helping us and-" The sound of a
book slamming on the ground caused Jungkook to quit talking.
"I said to fucking stop!" Taehyung shouted, tone of his voice stern. Jimin
jumped at the sudden outburst as well as the youngest. The room stayed quiet,
the three of them not saying a word until Jimin spoke up. "How about we change
the subject, yeah?" He asked with a small smile. The two younger boys nodded
their heads in agreement.
"Id hug my family, and try to be the old me again." Taehyung spoke. "I'll try
my hardest to forget what's happened here and try to be happy again." He
continued. Jungkooks head was low as he played with his fingers. This gave
Jimin the chance to study his hands. Despite being younger, his hands were a
lot larger than Jimins. They looked soft and clean as they softly caressed each
other.
They both looked at Jimin. He frowned for a moment before realizing that they
wanted him to share what he would do once he was able to get out of here. Jimin
thought for a moment to think before biting his lip. "I would hope that my
family wouldn't know whats happened to me. I wouldn't want them to look at me
different. I'll just want to be happy and never have to think of this place
again." Jimin looked down, doing as the youngest was doing and played with his
hands.
"It's not our fault." Jimin heard Taehyung say. "That this is happening to us,
it's not our fault. If you're blaming yourself, don't." He continued. Jimin
shook his head. "I know I know, It just-I don't want them to look at me
differently. I just want to pretend that this never happened." Jimin said, and
the two nodded their heads in agreement.
They suddenly heard the lock which caused them all to stand up quickly with
their hands behind their backs. The door came opened revealing Hoseok. Jimin
seen Taehyung take in a quick breath. Hoseok said nothing for a moment before
scanning the boys closely as if he had caught them doing something they weren't
supposed to do. Hoseoks eyes landed on the youngest before he spoke.
"Jungkook, you're needed." Hoseok said calling Jungkook with his finger. The
two others boys watched as Jungkook hesitated, then Taehyung spoke up. "I could
take his place, master. Jungkook isn't feeling so well today and I wouldn't
want him to-" But Hoseok quickly shut him up as fast as he had started talking.
"Jungkook is needed." Hoseok repeated himself. With that, Jungkook slowly
walked towards the man standing at the door before Hoseok put a hand on his
back leading him out, the door shutting behind them.
All kinds of thoughts were flooding through Jimins head. Nobody wanted the
youngest to get hurt. Jimin regretted not speaking up along with Taehyung to
have them take Jimin instead. Jimin was fresh, he was new, surely they would
have considered, right? Jimin looked to see Taehyung pacing the large room.
"This doesn't make any sense. Seokjin would never allow him to go with Hoseok.
He knows what Hoseok is capable of." Taehyung said in a panic. Jimin said
nothing s he watched the boy before him continue to pace. "Unless Namjoon
needed him, right? But wouldn't Hoseok had mentioned that? I don't understand."
He continued. The worry in his face grew.
"Let's not expect the worst-" Jimin started but Taehyung quickly shut him up.
"You wouldn't know. You don't even know half the things Hoseok is capable of.
He's sadistic, cruel. But you'll find that out soon, soon he'll want you."
Taehyung sounded sure of himself, with the last words Jimins heart jumped in
his chest. He wanted to comfort Taehyung, tell him it was alright but he was
right. Jimin didn't know half of what happened to them here, he had no room to
talk.
Minutes seemed like hours as the two boys sat quietly on their beds. The room
was filled with complete silence. Taehyung stared at the wall in front of him
and Jimin continued to look around the huge room they were kept prisoner in.
Jimin thought about his family. They had accepted the offer from the masters,
they were eating well now, they were probably happy and had new cloths to wear.
Jimin was sure they were still hurting, their child was gone, they probably
thought he was dead somewhere.
But of course the masters had offered to pay for the detective. Jimin doubt
that it was that easy. The masters were smart and knew their way around things
and he knew his parents wouldn't second guess it or look into it. When his
father trusted someone then that was the end of it, he trusted them. Jimin
wanted to see them again, just see if they were okay, see if they were actually
eating and happy but he was sure they were.
If the masters were lying about everything, then the boys visiting them
wouldn't seem so comfortable around them. They were sick men who got off to
hurting poor boys who knew their families had nothing. Who knew they could take
advantage of and use their wealth for something so sinister and disgusting.
Jimins mind then went to Yoongi. The quiet man that was paired up with him. The
man wouldn't even touch him, barley look at him and when he didn't he had no
emotion while doing it. Then he thought back to hearing one of the masters
saying that Yoongi was the law. What did they mean by that? How was he the law?
Jimins thought was cut short when he heard the lock opening again, the two boys
stood quickly in sync.
The door opened again revealing Hoseok and only Hoseok. Jimin frowned wondering
where Jungkook was. He looked at Taehyung who had the same look on his face,
most likely wondering the same thing. "Taehyung, you're needed." Hoseok said.
Without hesitation Taehyung quickly walked over to Hoseok who smiled in
approval at his quick reaction. Jimin made quick eye contact with Hoseok before
the door shut completely.
He now began to get nervous. It was clear that he would be next, or would he?
The masters had been quiet for three days, what if they were angry at us for
some reason? Had they done something wrong? Jimin quickly shook the thought
from his head. Of course they hadn't done anything wrong, he was innocent, they
all were innocent. It seemed as if Jimin was slowly starting to put the blame
on himself. He knew none of this was he fault, he knew that when he got
punished, raped and shamed that it wasn't his fault, but he couldn't help but
think it was.
The masters put it in their head that it was indeed their fault, that it was
their faul for whatever was done to them. Maybe it was, maybe Jimin shouldn't
have stayed out late that night, maybe Jimin should have obeyed Namjoon that
night that he took his innocents. Maybe this all was Jimins fault that he got
himself into this position.
What if Jimin just listened to them, what if he just did as they said? What if
he didn't cry every time they took him at night? What if he turned into
Taehyung? An emotionless, abused boy who just accepted what was happening to
him? Only showing any kind of emotion when it came to the youngest boy. Jimin
wished he could get into Taehyungs head, wished he could see what the boy seen,
feel what the boy felt and think what the boy thought. Maybe he would
understand this situation better.
Jimin found himself getting tired from boredom, it seemed like hours that
Hoseok had came and got Taehyung when he knew it was nothing but. He was afraid
to fall asleep, afraid to get punished even though he knew it was out of his
control. He didn't know why the other two boys had been taken and he didn't
want to know.
Just as Jimin felt his eyes start to drift he heard the familiar sound of the
lock making him stand quickly, Hands behind his back and torso straight. As if
he seen it coming, in came Hoseok. He watched Jimin for a moment before he
spoke. "You're needed." He said dryly, just as dryly as he did for the first
two boys he had taken. Jimin took in a shaky breath before nodding, taking the
lead as Hoseok followed him from behind.
"You'll be meeting Yoongi in the kitchen, don't keep him waiting." Hoseok had
said pointing in the direction of the kitchen. The kitchen? What was this? What
were they planning? Jimin then began to play some kind of screwed up scenario
in his head, what if they were going to kill him? What if that's what they had
done to the first two boys? Jimins palms began to feel sweaty. What have they
done wrong? What if this was the last time he would be breathing?
"Go on." Hoseok demanded, Jimin took in a deep breath and nodded, opening the
kitchen door revealing a Yoongi with a bucket, a mop and gloves standing beside
a sink full of dishes. Jimin just stood there watching as Yoongi awkwardly held
the belongings in his hand.
"From now on you boys have chores. Our maids have been eliminated." Yoongi said
handing the pair of gloves to Jimin. Jimin took them quickly before looking at
Yoongi, a questionable look on his face. "Eliminated?" He asked, he felt his
voice choke up. Yoongi was about to nod before he noticed the frightened look
on the boys face in front of him.
"Fired Jimin, the maids have been fired," He said dryly causing Jimins tense
body to soften. Yoongi turned to the sink pointing at the dishes. "After
breakfast, lunch and dinner you will do the dishes, wipe of the table and
counter and tidy up the kitchen. Every other day you will dust, sweep and mop
the kitchen. Today is one of those days." He said pointing at the mop.
"Usually you'd sweep and mop after dinner but today you'll do it before lunch
so I can give you a personal hands on. I'll be busy after dinner so I wont be
able to show you. Understood?" Yoongi asked. Jimin was about to nod before he
quickly answered. "Ye-yes master, I understand."
"Good. After everything is done you'll then take a shower and head to bed. I
wont be able to accompany you tonight while you shower, so namjoon will." He
said, putting the mop down. Jimins heart skipped a beat. "Master Namjoon?" He
asked softly. Yoongi made eye contact with Jimin before he nodded. "Yes, unless
you'd rather not shower tonight?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Jimin was
seconds away from actually agreeing to his offer.
"He wont touch you. Don't worry." Yoongi finally answered, as if he knew. Jimin
bit his lip before he spoke. "You said that last time." He said. He was right,
Yoongi had told Jimin the other day that nothing sinister would happen to him,
though he didn't remember what happened that night, he knew it wasn't anything
holy.
"Do you remember that night?" Yoongi asked with a raised eyebrow, Jimin shook
his head. He didn't. Though a part of him wished he did. "Good. Tonight will be
different, I promise." Yoongi said, he sounded sure of himself, so Jimin
believed him. "Where are the other boys? Are they okay?" Jimin asked. Yoongi
leaned up against the kitchen sink and signed. "They're busy doing their
chores, as you should be." He said. With that Jimim quickly turned on the sink.
He was used to doing chores, it was nothing new to him, he was just happy that
he didn't have to be locked in the room all day unless they're eating or
showering or being used. The dishes and silverware in the sink was different
then they were at home. At home they were used dishes they got from a garage
sale, here they looked like royalty, he was afraid to wash them to hard in fear
of them breaking.
As if Yoongi had heard his thoughts he spoke. "Careful washing them, they're
one of a kind. They've been here for decades." He said. "Yes master." Jimin
answered back. The water against his skin was steaming hot, he almost liked the
feeling on his skin. "After you're done with the dishes, I'll show you how to
dust and then properly sweep and mop the floor" Yoongi added, leaning up
against the counter beside him. Jimin frowned.
"I know how to dust master. I also know how to sweep and mop." He said softly,
trying his hardest not to sound rude. He heard Yoongi chuckle softly. "I'm sure
you do Jimin, but the moment I leave you to do this alone you'll be confused,
trust me." He said. Jimin said nothing in return because he was sure Yoongi was
current. He needed all the guidance he could get, one screw up could mean a
punishment.
The dishes were easy for Jimin to clean, there wasn't much from the breakfast
just hours before. The kitchen grew quiet as Jimin came upon his last few
dishes in the sink. He knew Yoongi was just feet away leaning up against the
counter watching him. His curiosity getting the best of him, he turned his head
to indeed see Yoongi watching him, but not his face, he was watching him clean
the dishes, Jimin took this moment to speak.
"Why don't you just hire more maids?" Jimin asked. Yoongis eyes went from
watching Jimins hands to focusing on his face. "Already getting tired of your
chore?" He asked with a smile, causing Jimins tense body to loosen. "No I mean,
they were fired for a reason right?" Jimin asked. Yoongi just nodded. "Yes,
they were." He answered. Jimin bit his lip. "Did they steal?" He asked. Jimin
was a curious boy and his curiosity always got the best of him.
"No, they didn't. They just weren't needed anymore." Yoongi answered back. The
two of them made eye contact for a short moment before Jimin nodded. "Maybe if
I do a bad job you can fire me and send me home." Jimin joked, quickly
regretting it, but he heard Yoongi laugh beside him.
"I doubt that Jimin." Yoongi answered. Instead of his constant dry tone he
sounded amused. It made Jimin smile softly. Not at Yoongi, or the presence of
Yoongi, just at the atmosphere, for once he didn't feel afraid. He took this
opportunity to talk about his parents. "Are my parents okay? Are they eating
okay?" He asked as he finished up the last dish. Yoongi cocked his head to the
side before answering. "You know the rules Jimin. Namjoon will let you know
when he feels the need to." He said.
Jimin wasn't going to take that as an answer, he had trouble sleeping at night
at the thought of his parents falling into a deep stress to the point where
they couldn't function. He thought of his father not being able to work to
comfort his mother, he thought of his mother not being able to eat because she
was missing her sun dearly.
"Please master, I just need to know if they're healthy. Please." Jimin begged,
turning towards Yoongi. Yoongi watched Jimins face closely before sighing.
"They're as healthy as they can be. But it's nothing tragic, don't worry."
Yoongi said handing the duster to Jimin. Jimin took in a deep relieved breath,
that;s all he needed to know.
"You'll dust the shelf over there, you'll also dust the fine china and the
small tables lined up around the kitchen. It doesn't have to be perfect, it
just doesn't need to be noticeable. Understood?" Yoongi asked. Jimin nodded
with his usual "Yes master" before doing as he was told, feeling the mans eyes
on him.
Jimin took this time to ask more questions from the man. "Are you and the other
masters brothers?" He asked, looking at the beautiful china in front of him
before dusting it. "No, childhood friends." He answered dryly. There it was
again, the dry tone. But that didn't stop Jimin from asking more questions.
"Why do you all live together?" He asked biting his lip when he got no answer.
"Why do you ask so many questions?" He asked in return. Jimin shrugged as he
continued to dust. "I'm sorry." Jimin said softly. He was right, he was asking
more questions then he should have. "Don't be, you're just curious." Yoongi
answered back lightly, graping onto Jimin s hand that was holding onto the
duster. "Like this." He said, guiding his hand over the fine china slowly.
Yoongis chest was touching Jimins back slightly, his breath on the back of his
neck, Jimins body tensed up.
"If you do it this way." Yoongi said guiding Jimins hand to move back and
forth. "Then the dust will fall to the ground instead if just spreading along
the rest of the china. So when you sweep you'll be able to pick up the dust."
He finished, letting go of Jimins hand softly before moving away from his body
completely causing Jimin to let out a breath he was holding in.
Yoongi spent the rest of the time showing Jimin how to sweep and mop. He had to
mop every inch of the floor until the white of the floor was shining and he
could see his reflection. He had wondered what kind of chores the other boys
had, he wondered if it was easier or harder then the one he had.
"Perfect." Yoongi complimented as Jimin finished up the kitchen. Jimin beamed
at the praise. "You boys worked well past lunsh time, so we will get you in
time for dinner. After dinner you'll do the dishes and clean the tables and
that it. Tomorrow you'll only need to do the dishes." He said, taking the mop
from Jimins small hands and letting Jimin know he could take off the gloves.
"All of your cleaning supplies will be in the cabinet over here. If you fail to
do your job correctly then you;'ll be punished." He added. Jimin just nodded
his head quickly, making a mental note not to screw up.
"Would you like a glass of water and a snack?" Yoongi asked. Jimins eyes lit up
at the request. While he did the sishes he had eyed the water closely. They
didn't give them any water when they were locked up into the room, so they were
forced to enjoy the food and water during the times to eat.
"It's my treat to you." Yoongi said with a smile. Jimin took the glass of water
and the cookie without a second thought. He had did good, he wanted to always
do good if it meant he would get this in return. He felt Yoongi's hand slowly
start to massage the back of his neck. "Good boy, you did well." He praised.
Jimin said nothing back, afraid to say anything back in fear of him saying
something wrong.
He was the last boy to make it back to the room. Taehyung was reading one of
his new books that Hoseok had gifted him and Jungkook was laying on his back on
his bed looking through his fingers as if they were a telescope. When they both
seen Jimin they smiled brightly. "Jimin hyung, what's your chore?" Jungkook
asked innocently. Jimin returned the small smile.
"Kitchen duties." Jimin answered back, sitting on his soft bed. "What's yours?"
He asked, looking between both boys. Taehyung spoke up first. "I have the
garden and the front yard. I have to water the plants, then make sure the front
yard is freshly raked and spotless at all times just in case there are guest.
You know how our masters love perfect." Taehyung said the last part dryly, but
then his eyes lit up.
"But, tomorrow Hoseok is going to teach me how to plant some roses of my
choice! He trusts me with his garden, so I can't screw up." Taehyung added.
They both heard a "Lucky." come from Jungkook before he scrunched up his nose.
"I have the bathrooms, all the public bathrooms. I have to scrub everything and
then move on to the next, but Seokjin helped me a lot." Jungkook said with a
grin. Of course, the angel helped the angel, Jimin thought.
Jungkook looked as if a light bulb went off in his head as he looked at Jimin.
"Jimin hyung, why don't you sneak us some snacks tomorrow? Can you?" He asked,
hopeful. Jimin watched the younger boys big innocent eyes. He didn't want to
say yes, because he knew he'd get punished being caught stealing food, but he
also didn't want to see the disappointed look on Jungkooks face if he were to
say no.
"Jungkook, stop asking silly questions." Taehyung said with a sigh. Jungkook
looked down, ashamed, but Jimin shook his head quickly. "I'll try my best,
don't worry." Jimin answered, feeling his heart flutter at the now excited
Jungkook looking his way. He fell into Jungkooks sweet trap.
-
Dinner went by quickly, Namjoon had praised Jimin on his work on the kitchen,
though he didn't feel the same excitement as when Yoongi praised him, he still
felt proud of himself, for once Namjoon wasn't looking at him with pure lust.
He made simple eye contact with Yoongi throughout dinner, causing Jimin to look
away quickly. Yoongi was really handsome, Jimin couldn't deny that, he was just
odd, odd and quiet sometimes, which caused Jimin to think that Yoongi wasn't
satisfied with him.
He finished the dishes in less then ten minutes, quickly wiping down the
kitchen table and counter, not wanting to keep Namjoon waiting. He wanted to
take his usual slow shower, but Namjoon wasn't like Yoongi, Namjoon liked
quick, he liked not having to wait and Jimin knew that first hand. He took a
quick shower, drying off as quick as he could and putting on his green silk
pajamas.
When he opened the door he seen a relaxed Namjoon leaning up against the
hallway wall, looking up from his phone eye-ing Jimin from head to toe, back up
to his face making eye contact with him. "I'm tired master, can I please go to
sleep?" He asked as innocently as he could, afraid Namjoon was going to ask to
have him.
Namjoon said nothing for a moment before he slightly nodded his head causing
Jimin to finally breath out. As they made it up to his room Namjoon didn't
utter a single word but he could feel the mans eyes on him from behind. The two
younger boys were already asleep when Jimin stepped into their room.
He wondered why the masters were acting so odd, wondered why Namjoon didn't
make some sly remark when Jimin had said he was tired. Wondered why he didn't
just take Jimin as he pleased without Jimins consent or not. Maybe Taehyung was
right, they were just busy, but maybe Jungkook was right and there was a reason
the three of them needed to be afraid.
Close to falling into a deep sleep Jimin heard a voice coming from the beds
close to him. He didn't even realize that he was almost asleep or if he had
even slept, but the hushed voices kept him awake.
"We don't have to, just tell me if you don't want to." He heard Taehyung said.
Silence filled the room before he heard another voice. "I just want you to be
happy hyung." He heard Jungkook say, receiving a sigh from Taehyung in return.
"This will make me really happy." Taehyung answered. He heard steady breathing
from the two before he heard a small "Okay." from Jungkook.
"Just close your eyes." Taehyung said quietly. Jimin laid there, staring into
the darkness as he heard small movements coming from the two boys. Stuck
between wanting to use his pillow to block out the soft breathless gasps coming
from the youngest boy and wanting to lay there and take it all in.
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Jimin could feel the tension radiating off of the three boys that next morning.
Jimin didn't know or really understand what he had heard the previous night.
The sounds that escaped Jungkooks mouth sounded pure and nice, unlike the
sounds of the torture they endured. He wanted to understand more, he wanted to
ask questions, but it wasn't any of his business. The two of them had been
close before Jimin arrived, they had gone through more things then he could
have imagined.
He watched Jungkooks cute nose crunch up as he picked up one of Taehyungs books
from the floor, one of the books Hoseok had gifted him. He looked at the front
of the book and then turned it around to the back just to repeat the motion
again before he looked at the handsome boy sitting on the bed. "What's this
about anyway?" Jungkook asked him. Taehyung looked up and smiled at the boys
sudden interest.
"Nothing you'd probably like. But it's about space." Taehyung answered.
Jungkook nodded slightly before biting his lip.
"Ah, well I'm not smart enough to read in hyung." The youngest looked up at
Taehyung and shrugged.
"Sure you are, I could teach you." Taehyung made his way over to Jungkook and
took the book out of hus hands slightly to examine it. Jungkook just nodded and
gave him a small smile in return. Jimin watched as the two of them made small
glances at each other. He didn't understand the two, he felt like he was out of
their little world. Like he was just a spec that popped when he spoke to them,
just for them to turn back into their little world of just them two.
As if Taehyung read his mind he turned to Jimin and smiled. "Jimin hyung, you
can read it as well if you want." He said, causing Jimin to give him a small
smile and nod. Jungkook then turned his head and looked at him alongside
Taehyung. "He loves to share, he's kind isn't he?" Jungkook asked.
Jimin smiled. "Yeah, he is."
They had gotten up way earlier than expected. Usually they would be up just a
couple of minutes before the masters came and got them for breakfast. Today
seemed a lot different. Even though the previous night Jungkooks soft breaths
kept Jimin awake, he still managed to sleep fairly well. That then made Jimin
wonder if it was a lot later then they all thought. Surly the masters weren't
mad at them for some reason, causing them to miss breakfast.
Jimin heard a sudden loud laugh that made him snap back into reality. Taehyungs
head was hung back as he laughed, a frowning Jungkook staring at hoim as he did
so. "What's so funny hyung?" He asked with a grin, the grin looked as if he
didn't know why he was grinning but Taehyungs laugh was just to contagious.
"Oh Jungkook-ah. Your shirt is on backwards." He said grabbing the collar of
the youngest shirt slightly. A small blush cheeped on Jungkooks face as he
looked down and indeed, his shirt was backwards. There was no way that Seokjin
would have allowed Jungkook to walk out of that bathroom with his shirt visibly
backwards, Jimin thought.
The youngest face stayed rose pink as he took off his shirt in embarrassment.
Jimin couldn't help but scan the boys body as he did so. Unlike Taehyung, his
skin was fresh and bruise-less. His skin was clear and clean, his body was nice
and slim, he could almost see the abs peaking from his stomach.
Jimin wouldn't, couldn't, deny the Jungkook was a beautiful boy. His looks were
unreal and his baby face giving off a boyish look that he knew the masters
probably liked. Well, he was a boy, Jimin thought. He was the youngest of the
three. Despite everything they had gone through, Jungkook still seemed so pure
to Jimin.
Taehyung on the other hand held bruises and finger marks, hickeys covering up
his chest and neck letting the world know he's been used for something
sinister. But to Jimin he wasn't any less beautiful. Taehyung had an attractive
deep voice and an even more attractive appearance. His smile was contagious and
his posture was a nice site to take in. His lips, they looked soft, even when
they were sometimes busted and bleeding.
Once Jungkooks shirt was back on Jimin looked down quickly at his small hands.
He wondered if he was as attractive as them. Of course he knew he was
attractive, the masters made that clear with the small glances that they would
reward him with. It was funny to Jimin how he was the oldest yet he was smaller
and more boyish then the two boys he shared a room with. He wished he could
grow faster, mature faster and maybe the masters would let him go faster. But
he could only hope.
"Jimin hyung, are you still going to sneak me a cookie tonight?" Jungkook
suddenly asked. Jimin watched the boys face. His eyes were huge and hopful, his
smile big and beautiful, Jimin opened his mouth to speak but Taehyung got to it
before he could.
"Jungkook-ah, stop asking silly questions. If he get's caught the masters
wouldn't happy." Taehyung said with a sigh. He was right, the maters wouldn't
be happy at all. Tghe thought scared Jimin, but he watched as Jungkooks smile
faded, his hopful eyes now falling to the ground, Jimin sighed.
"Sure I'll try, but no promises." Jimin spoke up. Jungkooks eyes lit up again
as he clapped his hands in happiness. His excitement caused both Jimin and
Taehyung to smile, but then Taehyung looked at Jimin apologetically. "Ah Jimin.
You really don't have to." He said with a frown but Jimin shook his head.
"It's kind of impossible to say no to him." Jimin said, that caused an instant
grin from Taehyung who agreed.
"That's the power that he holds, Watch out for him." Taehyung joked back.
-
Breakfast that morning seemed to go well. All the masters looked happy, Yoongi
looked as happy as he could be. Jimin didn't expect any more from him. He was a
weird man after all. After a few moments of silence and eating Namjoon sat his
silverware down and spoke up.
"I was thinking that once it gets warmer outside we could all go on a vacation.
A short one and a supervised one." He said looking between everyone. The
masters agreed almost in sync as if they had talked about this possibility
before. All three boys looked up quickly with the same grin. A vacation? Surly
he wasn't being serious. What kind of vacation? The kind where they weren't
locked up in a room 24/7? The kind that he they wanted to run, they could?
"It's just a small suggestion for the future. The past couple of days you boys
have been doing really well for us. You've been obeying really well and as
always, you'll be rewarded." He added. "Also, Jungkook will be getting up extra
early to start cooking for the household. He'll be taught to cook properly and
will cook all three meals a day." Namjoon, the lead master also added.
This caused Jungkooks face to light up, his body seemed to become brighter
after hearing the news. "I feel that you boys should spend some more free time
outside of that room of yours. Even if it's just chores. We used to have help
but well, we had to let them go." He added.
"Master, would I be able to pick the meals?" The youngest asked. "Along with
Seokjin, yes you'll be able to pick them. He'll talk more about it with you
later." Jungkook seemed happy with Namjoons words, before Hoseok spoke up.
"We've learned from our past mistakes that keeping you locked up in a room was
a bit cruel." Jimin laughed silently at Hoseoks words. Bitterness filled his
body. He wanted to yell at Hoseok and tell him that putting marks on Taehyungs
body was cruel, he wanted to tell them that beating and taking advantage of
them in the most disgusting way possible was cruel, that taking them from their
families was cruel, but he kept his mouth shut and continued eating.
Doing the dishes after dinner went by fairly quickly. Jimin liked not going
straight to their rooms after breakfast. He liked taking in the morning air
outside of the kitchen window that was cracked open, feeling the cool chill
that seeped through. He wondered if the window could open more then it already
was, wondered in he could get a clearer view from outside of the window.
Jimin took his small fingers and lifted up the window and to his surprise it
went up, revealing the beautiful garden outside just over the link. Jimin bit
his lip as he continued to scrub before a thought came to his mind, he could
run.
Jimin was small enough to fit though, all he needed to do was climb onto the
counter and slip though the window and run. But there was cameras, they would
see him. Jimins heart started to beat faster, his mind racing. The masters did
so well keeping us locked in a at night and keeping us from running out the
front door. They always kept watch when they would wander outside, but when if
they didn't know Jimin would be outside, surly that would give him enough time
to make a grand head start.
"What are you thinking about?" A voice asked from behind him. Jimin quickly
turned, almost dropping the plate that was in his soapy hands. Hoseok stood
there with that smile, that bright smile and bright eyes. He didn't seem to
notice the window that was fully open above the sink.
"M-master! I wasn't thinking about much, I-I just love being out of my room."
Jimin answered, the plate still in his hands, he was sure his eyes were wide,
frightened, but for some reason Hoseoks smile softened him, which was on,
considering of what kind of man he was,
"Ah, yes. We talked a lot about letting you boys have more time away from that
room. I'm glad you're enjoying it." Hoseok answered. jimin just stood there
staring at him, not knowing what to say or do. Hoseok was unpredictable, Jimin
was afraid to say the wrong thing or make the wrong move, he wasn't as strong
as Taehyung.
"You're dropping soap onto the floor." Hoseok said dryly. Jimin quickly looked
down at his bare feet as a small puddle of soap dripped. Before thinking, he
carfully put the plate back into the sink and grabbed a dry sponge from the
counter before dropping to his knees, cleaning up the mess as quickly as
possible.
"I'm so sorry master, I didn't notice! It was really stupid of me. I'm so
sorry." Jimin breathed out looking back between the mess and the staring hoseok
above him as he cleaned. Hoseok chucked.
"It's hard to be upset with you in that position Jimin." Hoseok said a bit
quietly, but Jimin heard him clearly. Jimin didn't look up at him as he
finished wiping the mess. We was about to stand up before he felt a pair of
hands slowly keep him down on his knees. "Stay on your knees for me, yeah?"
Hoseok asked. Jimins heart began to beat faster. He could still hear the water
on in the sink.
Jimin felt soft fingers in his hair as he continued to stare at the ground.
"Namjoon told me a lot of great things about you. Would you like to know what
he said?" Hoseok asked. Jimin wasn't stupid, he wouldn't dare so no to Hoseok.
He nodded his head slightly. "Y-yes master." Jimins voice sounded so small.
"He said your skin is soft,and that you do these sweet little whimpers when
being fucked. Is that correct baby?" Hoseok asked, Hoseok now had his fingers
trailing around Jimins jawline. "But Yoongi, he likes to keep you to himself.
Always making up some kind of excuse when I ask to have you. Your little body
is really that good, huh?" Another question that Jimin wasn't sure if he should
answer or not.
The soft fingers turned into a hard grip on his hair. It wasn't just a small
pull, it felt as if Hoseok was trying to remove his hair from his scalp. Jimin
cried out in pain. It was a lot different then when Namjoon pulled his hair,
this pain he was feeling now was agonizing.
"I asked you a question." Jimin could hear the anger in his hushed voice. "Ye-
yes master! Yes! I'm so sorry. Please!" Jimin bagged, his hands coming up to
where his hair was being pulled, he didn't mean to, it was just a natural
reaction. The grip loosens from his hair causing Jimin to let out a revealed
breath.
-
Once back in the room Jimin laid down. Only Jungkook was in the room, Jimin
thought that maybe Taehyung was out still doing his chores. Jimins head was
pounding. He heard Jungkooks small hums from across the room. The youngest
seemed very happy, probably because of the news he had received earlier about
learning to cook.
"Seokjin hyung is going to get me a cooking book!" The youngest said with
excitement. Jimin smiled. "Is that so?" The boys face lit up as he nodded at
Jimins words. "I'm gonna make the best food possible, I'm also gonna ask
Seokjin Hyung if I can be in charge of picking the desert!"
Jungkook always knew how to brighten someones shitty day, he was so young and
innocent and always so happy. The most distressed Jimin had seen Jungkook ever
been was when he thought that Taehyung was being hurt. Those two were always
side by side, sleeping with one another, talking in the late night. Seeing the
two of them was actually quite soothing for Jimin. For a while it was just the
two of them with four masters until Jimin came along.
 
They heard the locks on the door, standing up in sync as the door opened
revealing a tired looking Taehyung. Before the door shut and locked behind him
Taehyung began to curse.
"Seriously! I wish the two of you knew how hard it was to take care of outside
work. I go from sitting on my ass all day in our room to becoming an outside
worker. This is exhausting!" Taehyung fell onto the same bed that Jungkook was
sitting on back first. Jungkook giggled.
"Aw hyung. Woiuld you like a massage?" Jungkook asked. Taehyung looked at him
with loving eyes and nodded. Jimin wished someone would massage his burning
scalp that Hoseok so carelessly handled. Taehyung laughed to Himself. "I was so
close to just dropping everything and running."
:So was I." Jimin admitted. Taehyung looked towards Jimin with an amused smile.
"Where you gonna squeeze through the drain of the sink?" He asked. Jimin rolled
his eyes at Taehyungs joke, he was sure it was a joke about his small body.
"Actually, the window above the sink isn't locked. I opened it up all the way."
Jimin said. He watched as both of the boys eyes grew wider at his words.
"Small enough for people to squeeze though?" One of them asked, Jimin just
nodded. "It's fairly big actually and it opens without any sound. It shows a
part of the garden that I've never seen, now that I think about it." Jimin
added. The room fell quiet but the look on Taehyungs face showed he was in deep
thought.
"Could you imagine us escaping? Being free from all of this?" Taehyung asked.
"We wouldn't have to be hurt anymore, or feel sad. Our families will be happy."
He added.
Jungkook spoke up quickly. "Our families would be targeted. We would be hurt,
possibly killed if we were caught. It's not a good idea," The youngest added.
He was right, we would benefit more from staying here, each day is a day closer
to them being able to freely leave. Taehyung just laughed and held Jungkooks
chin in his hand softly.
"I know Jungkook-ah, it's just nice to think about it sometimes. I'm thankful
for the masters." Taehyung said.
Jimin winched at that. Thankful for the masters? Not once inch of Jimins body
was thankful for them.
-
Lunch went by quickly, laughter filling the table as the masters spoke. Jimin
would catch Yoongis eye every couple of minutes, watching him, studying him.
They weren't uncomfortable. they didn't have lust in them, they just seemed to
be staring. Jimin had already gotten used to Yoongis stares and quietness.
After doing the dishes, he waited for Yoongi to make his way to the kitchen to
lead him to his bedroom, he was thankful that Hoseok didn't pay him another
visit. But instead of Yoongi leading him to his room, he made a suggestion,
well it wasn't really a suggestion, more like a demand, Jimin thought.
"Let's take a walk outside yeah? The weather is feeling pretty nice." He said.
Jimin just smiled and nodded. What could he say? No? The word no didn't exist
in this household. And when it did exist, the outcome wasn't pretty. Yoongi was
right, the weather was nice. The air was still a bit chilly but this time it
was actually bearable.
The walk was quiet for the first couple of minutes. Both of them taking in the
scenery around them. Yoongis presence was comforting, the way he walked made
Jimin have some sort of soothing feeling. "When we first got this house it
wasn't even half way built. It's an old house, but it burned down sometime in
the 60s, this is the fourth time it's been rebuilt, can you believe that?"
Yoongi asked. This caused Jimin to look up at the huge beautiful house around
him.
"Namjoon wanted the house to look different, he wanted to add his own touch to
it. His family, they really like tearing things down and building them back
up." Yoongi said. Jimin frowned. "Namjoon owns this place?"
"Technically, we all do. Namjoons just the mastermind." He said. Ah, yes, the
mastermind behind everything. Jimin hated Namjoon more then anything. "How did
you all meet? Are you related?" Jimin asked. He seen Yoongi chuckle, watching
as his lips stretched into a smile. "No, no. We're not related. We went to high
school and collage together and we just stayed friends ever since."
"I wish I could go to school." Jimin said without thinking. It was true, he
wanted to be back in school with his friends, he wanted to feel the joy of
walking home back to his family after a long day of studying.The longer he
missed school the more behind he would be, maybe that's why the masters had
stated that they would also help with education once they're released.
"We want to put more books in your rooms, more games. We're trying to figure
out what we can do better." Yoongi said as they walked. Maybe not beat and rape
us, Jimin thought, but said nothing. Which then led him to think about what
Hoseok had said, about Yoongi not letting Hoseok have him for the night. Jimin
wondered why Yoongi hasn't touched him, hasn't abused him, the thought was
eating at his brain.
"Why don't you touch me? Or hurt me?" Jimin asked, he watched as Yoongis
handsome face looked at him, his brow arching. "Would you like me to touch you
or hurt you?" Yoongi asked. Jimin frowned. "N-no. I just-I just wondered."
Jimin hated how his voice would stutter.
"I have no desire to hurt you, Jimin." He finally answered after a long pause.
Jimin wanted to ask why he never touched him, why he never felt the need or
urge to have him at night. Jimin knew that Yoongi wasn't an entirely good guy,
he had hurt Taehyung before, had taken him with Hoseok. Yoongi was way to
mysterious for Jimin, way to unpredictable.
What if one day he just goes off on him? What if Yoongi was the actual crazy
one out of them all? He knew that was a lie, they were all crazy and messed up.
They were all disgusting. Seokjin didn't hurt the boys like Hoseok did, but he
would still rape them. Jimin hated that word, rape. He hated the way it sounded
and the meaning. Jungkook acts just Seokjin stopping when he says stop means
it's completely okay with what he's doing. If Jungkook didn't satisfy his needs
then Taehyung would, but Jimin didn't hate Seokjin, not as much as he hated
Namjoon.
"Did you get me drunk that night so I wouldn't remember what Namjoon did to
me?" Jimin asked bluntly. He knew the answer, he knew why Yoongi forced the
alcohol down his throat. "No, I did it so the pain wouldn't be as bad. But it's
refreshing to know that you didn't remember it either." He added.
"You ask a lot of questions kid." Yoongi chucked. Jimin frowned. "O-oh, should
I stop?" He asked. He didn't want to say or ask the wrong thing, he didn't want
to make the man angry, which seemed impossible to make him angry anyway. "No.
You don't need to stop." Yoongi answered. As they turned around a corner of the
garden, away from the site of the windows from the house, Jimin felt Yoongis
hands go to his waist.
He jumped at the sudden touch, body stiffening as he felt the fingers dropping
down to touch his ass slightly before making it's way back to his waist. Jimin
breathed in. He didn't mind the hand there, that wasn't it, the hand just
scared him, made his body tense and his heart beat faster out of fear. When he
was touched, he was usually taken advantage of. He didn't want that.
"I-im sorry." Jimin said quietly as Yoongi made them stop, the house completely
out of sight. Yoongi looked his way. "What are you sorry for?" He asked. Jimin
just shrugged, eyes wide, still tense from the hand placed on his waist. He
didn't know why he was sorry, he just knew that he was. Something had triggered
Yoongi to touch him this way.
"I don't-I don't know. I'm scared." Jimin said quietly. Jimin thought about how
confused Yoongi was probably at this point. But Yoongis emotion didn't change
as he just started at the small boy. He worse no expression. "What are you
scared of?" He asked, this time both hands pushed Jimin to his body. Jimin
looked down quickly, he was sure Yoogi could feel his heartbeat.
"Y-you." Jimin admitted. Not only was he scared of the man touching him, he was
scared of what he could be capable of. He was scared that he was going to get
thrown onto the ground and forced to do things he didn't want to. "I'm not
going to hurt you." Yoongi said. But Jimin just shook his head, Yoongi was a
liar. He had said that Nobody would hurt him that night and they did.
Before Jimin could say anything back they heard a yell.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The voice said. Jimin recognized the voice. It was
Taehyung. Why was Taehyung so close by? Why was he sorry. Jimin and Yoongi both
exchanged confused looks before they led themselves to the sound. Turning the
corner they seen Taehyung backed up against the house, but nobody was holding
him there. Hoseok was ust a few feet away of him, hand on his forehead looking
stressed, he guessed that Taehyung was backed up against the house to avoid
catching Hoseoks hits.
"What's going on here?" Yoongi asked. It was a more "What did Taehyung do."
kind of tone. Hoseok looked up, face red from anger. "I trust him with my
garden and he manages to screw up. This worthless kid can't do shit right."
Hoseok side looking at Taehyung now, the boy looked down in shame.
"I wanted to go easy on you, we wanted to give you boys a break but fuck, you
make it hard!" Hoseok continued to shout at him and Taehyung continued to
apologize. Hoseok walked closer to Taehyung as the boy tried to move back more
but he was completely up against the house. Hoseok grabbed his jaw roughly,
forcing the boy to look at him.
Taehyung had tears in his eyes, his bruises was just beginning to fade away
completely. "You ask for this, don't you? You do this shit on purpose because
you liked getting punished, huh?" Hoseok asked, bitterness and pure hatred in
his voice, Hoseok tried to shake his head but the grip on his chin was to
tight.
"No! No master I promise I didn't I'm so sorry!" Taehyung begged, but Hoseok
didn't listen as the first hit contacted with the side of his face, Taehyung
whimpered, hand going to where he was just hit. Yoongi grabbed Jimins arm and
led him away from the scene, Jimins eyes were wide, it was as if Hoseok used
all his force to hit the boy.
Before they were completely out of ears reach of Taehyungs cry, Jimin heard
Taehyung say one more thing.
"I'm sorry! I love you, I love you, I'm sorry!" and the sound of his fist
connecting with Taehyungs body stopped. "I love you to baby." He heard Hoseok
answer back.
Chapter End Notes
     This chapter was more of a way for you to get some more history of
     the masters and get to know Yoongi and Hoseoks character a little
     better. Hope you babes enjoyed!! :) Of course feedback and thoughts
     and opinions are always welcome!! b
***** The youngest punishment *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the long wait babes! I was working on other stories at the
     time but now this has my full on attention :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Yoongi had led Jimin back into his room after what he witnessed between
Taehyung and Hoseok. Hoseok had hit the boy with all of his force, his face was
red and he looked genuinely angry. He couldn't imagine what Taehyung was going
through, he couldn't ever imagine having Taehyungs mindset and being thankful
for these men. Poor Jungkook was brainwashed, he was so young and so innocent,
it made Jimin sick. 
When arriving in the room Jungkook was already sitting on his bed smiling. The
smile calmed Jimins nerves. Seeing the boy smile in such a horrible place was a
bit satisfying. Jimin remembered what Yoongi had said, how there were going to
put more books and games into their rooms soon. He hoped that whatever Taehyung
and Hoseok had going didn't ruin that. He knew it wasn't Taehyungs fault, Jimin
wasn't stupid and he also wasn't brainwashed. Yes, he would submit to the
masters, head low and obeying, but he didn't do it because he believed that he
had to, he did it for survival. 
"Have you seen Taehyung hyung?" The youngest boy asked, eyes full of hapiness
and bliss. Jimin sighed. He didn't see any point of lying to him, he would end
up seeing the marks on Taehyungs face anyway. Jimin tapped his foot up against
the ground and bit his lip thinking of a way to explain it to the youngest boy.
Before Jimin could even say anything Jungkook was already talking. "Was it
master Hoseok? Did hyung get in trouble?" Jungkook asked. Without saying a word
Jimin just nodded. 
"Was it bad?" The boys voice sounded so small, so afraid, so worried and Jimin
just sighed. "Anything Hoseok does is bad Jungkook. But I think he'll be okay.
Don't worry about it yeah?" and with that, Jungkook just nodded slightly. He
knew how much the boy loved Taehyung. Jimin wished that he could relate to
their feelings. Jimin cared about them, they were younger and he would gladly
sacrifice himself a night for them without hesitation. 
"I heard Seokjin hyung and master Namjoon talking earlier. Namjoon said that he
wanted me tonight and Seokjin couldn't say no. I'm afraid." Jungkook admitted.
Jimin bit his lips at the boys words, the boys head was down and he was playing
with his hands. He said the only thing he could think of.
"How about I steal you that cookie I've been promising you huh? So you can have
something to look forward to when you come back?" Jimin suggested. He was also
planning on talking to Yoongi after dinner and asking him to talk Namjoon into
having him for the night instead. He wasn't going to let Jungkook know, he
didn't want to give the boys hopes up if Namjoon refused. Then a thought
crossed Jimins head, he didn't know if the question would be inappropriate or
not, but he still proceeded to ask. 
"Jungkook-ah, when was the last time someone had you for the night? Not
counting Seokjin?" Jimin had asked because he was truly curious. He didn't wan
Jungkook to get hurt and they both knew that Namjoon could lose all control
sometimes. Jungkook looked as if he was in deep thought before he spoke. "It's
been a long time, but I think master Namjoon will go easy on me. I'm a good
boy." Jimin just smiled slightly at his innocence as he nodded. Jimin could
takes some notes from Jungkook, especially when one of the masters take him
next. 
They both heard the locks on the door, standing up quickly to be revealed with
a tired looking Taehyung. He wasn't limping like he usual was and he didn't
seem to have tears in his eyes, he just looked tired, the mark on his face from
the hit becoming visible. But when he seen Jungkooks eyes he smiled. It was a
genuine smile, he then turned to Jimin and gave him a small nod, the small
smile still on his face. Jimin tried to smile back, but all he felt was pity
for the boy. 
"Before either of you ask, yes I'm fine. I've had it worse before. Don't worry,
yeah?" Taehyung said, more so directed at Jungkook. They both nodded. Jimin had
remembered the harsh words Hoseok had thrown at Taehyung, calling him
worthless, he hoped that Taehyung didn't think that he was worthless, but he
also didn't know how many times Hoseok had put it into his head that he was. 
"It was my fault anyway. I ruined a whole patch of flowers, I was daydreaming
when I accidentally pulled them out instead of the weeds. I didn't know Hoseok
was watching me." Taehyung added. "If anything, I deserved it this time." Jimin
frowned at the boys words. "No, you didn't deserve it, nobody deserves to get
beat over something so small." Jimin said crossing his arms over his chest.
Taehyung just laughed. 
"It's nice to see that you have that kind of mindset, but after a couple months
here you'll start thinking like us more. It'll save you some beatings."
Taehyung sat on the bed beside Jungkook, who said nothing, only nodded. No,
Jimin wasn't going to start thinking like them. He wasn't going to end up
blaming himself for being abused. Should he blame himself for being taken? For
looking to boyish? For being attractive in Namjoons eyes? It wasn't his fault,
it wasn't any of the boys fault why they were there. It was the masters and the
masters only. 
"Namjoon is taking me tonight. I heard them talking. Seokjin tried to make up
an excuse but you know how Namjoon is." Jungkook broke the silence, he watched
as Taehyuing turned his way, shaking his head no. "Don't worry Jungkook-ah, I
wont let it happen, I'll convince Namjoon to have me. I need a break from
Hoseok anyway." Taehyung said, but a thought came to Jimins head. "What if they
agree, and Hoseok takes Jungkook instead?" He added. The room fell silent, it
only made sense. What he learned was, after abusing Taehyung it seemed like
Hoseok always took him at night and abused him even more, even worse, probably
out of built up anger. 
"He's right." He heard Taehyung say. "You know you can't handle him Jungkook.
Remember what happened last time?" Taehyung was watching Jungkook, waiting for
him to say something and he just nodded. "I thought I was gonna die." Jungkook
said quietly. Jimin wondered just how horrible Hoseok could be, but then he
remembered the pain he felt just by a simple tug at his hair, he had felt like
Hoseok was trying to rip off his scalp. 
Before they could finish talking they heard the licks on the door, and in sync
they all stood, hands behind their backs. In came Namjoon, he had a smile on
his face, dimples showing. Jimin didn't want to look at him for to long, the
man scared him, he couldn't deny that he was terrified of him. The man had
abused him in the worst possible way, twice. He knew it would happen again
eventually. 
"Don't look so afraid boys, I know it's to early for dinner, we're having a
group meeting." Namjoon said, stepping away from the door in a gesture of
telling us to leave the room. They all obeyed without hesitation or a single
word. In the living room sat the rest of the masters comfortably on the couch.
Jimin would be lying if he said that he wasn't terrified, because he was. He
was extremely terrified. He wanted to be strong, he wanted to be brave, but it
was impassible. 
The three boys sat cross legged on the huge living room floor in front of the
masters. They all looked fairly chill. Hoseok was holding a small vase, looking
at the designs on it. Seokjin smiled kindly at the boys sitting on the ground,
all of them returning the smile the best they could. Namjoon sat down
comfortably on the couch, hands together as if he was about to tell a speech.
Yoongi- Yoongi was staring right at Jimin. Eyes soft, face expressionless, but
he didn't look intimidating.  
"Now listen" Namjoon started. The room became silent and Hoseok put down the
vase to finally look at all of us, his eyes lingering on Taehyung just a little
to long. "We've decided this a couple days after Jimin came to the home, but we
had a few other things to discuss and talk about among ourselves." Namjoons
eyes was moving back in forth between the three boys sitting on the ground. 
"You'll be our last boys. Meaning, after you three we will not be continuing
this. It comes with pros and it comes with cons." All the boys exchanged looks,
clearly confused by Namjoons words. They would be the last? What would that
mean? The thought scared Jimin. He was happy that other boys wouldn't have to
go through this after him, but he was frightened at the fact that this could
mean something else.
"I'll start with the cons! You'll be staying with us until legal age, until you
turn 19 years old." Jimin felt his whole body become numb. Three years, he
would have to be with these men for three more years. He seen the look in the
other two boys as well, pure fear, confusion, sadness. Jimin thought it
couldn't get anymore worse until Namjoon continued. 
"That means when Jungkook turns 19, when he turns 19 that means you'll be
released." Namjoon said. Jimin felt his own head shaking no, he was about to
say something until he heard Jungkook speak first. Which surprised him.
"No, that's unfair. You can't keep us for five more years. Please just let us
go back to our families we promise we wont tell-" Jungkook was cut off by a
hard slap from Namjoon, not nearly as hard as he seen Hoseok slap Taehyung, but
hard enough to cause a whimper to escape the youngest boys lips. Jimin felt his
blood start to boil in anger. 
"Your families are living like kings and queens at this very moment you
ungrateful brat. After you leave here you will have more money then you'll be
able to count. If you open that mouth of yours one more time I promise you wont
be able to speak again! You'll pay for that tonight" Namjoon shouted. The room
fell quiet. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the rest of the masters
staring at Namjoon. Hoseok showed no emotion, Seokjin looked worried and Yoongi
looked upset. No, not at Jungkook, but at Namjoon. Yoogi glared at the man. 
"Now, if you're done interrupting me I'll get to the pros." Namjoon said. Jimin
glanced one more time at Jungkook who's head was down, hand touching where
Namjoon hit. Jimin really hated that man with a passion. "Even though you'll be
here longer, you'll have a lot more freedom. Starting tomorrow, you'll only use
that room for sleeping. You'll be able to roam freely around the house. We will
be putting very expensive locks on the doors tomorrow morning where you wont be
able to get out without a key, understood?" All boys answered in sync. "Yes
Master." 
"You'll still do your chores, you wont be able to go into our side of the
house. You'll have free roam upstairs, living room, dining room and kitchen."
Namjoon added. Jimin bit his lip in curiosity now. Remembering the window above
the sink. "New cameras will be installed in the living room and kitchen and
hallways. So don't try anything stupid." and with that Jimin felt his eyes
narrow. Of course there will. 
"If you escape, which would be very unlikely, we will find out. You know the
consequences on you and your family. Understood?" and with that they all
answered him. Namjoon clapped his hands together which caused Jimin small body
to jump at the sudden noise.  
"Seokjin, tend to Jungkook, he has a little bit of blood." Namjoon demanded,
Seokjin just nodded his head, standing up and touching Jungkooks shoulder
lightly, Jungkooks cue to stand up, Jimin watched Jungkook lean into his touch.
Once the two of them was gone, Yoongi spoke up, looking directly at Namjoon.
"You didn't have to hit him so hard." He stated. Namjoon said nothing, just
tilted his head to the side quickly, as if he was avoiding argument with
Yoongi. 
"He disobeyed. When you don't obey you get punished." Hoseok spoke up. "Kid
deserved it," He added. Jimin seen Taehyungs hands turn into fists, but he kept
him at his side, completely hidden from the masters. "I just think, I think we
should be a little kinder to them. Since they will be with us for a while. What
you do behind closed doors isn't my problem though." Yoongi added. To their
surprise, he heard Hoseok agree. 
"I'm okay with doing it behind a closed door. I like my privacy anyway." Hoseok
said, staring directly at Taehyung. Taehyung didn't move. Jimin wondered what
Jungkook was doing at this very moment, if he was crying, or if Seokjin was
comforting him. He was going to make sure he'd steal that cookie for him
tonight. 
Jungkooks POV-
Jungkook winced as the wet cloth touched his cut cheek lightly. He felt the
tears scroll down his face. It has been a while since he's been hit. Usually
when he got hit he seen it coming, they usually don't hit him at all. He should
have stayed quiet. It was his fault. Why did he even say anything? He was so
stupid sometimes, he always said the wrong thing. It was his fault, he knew
it. 
"It wasn't your fault." Seokjin said as if reading his mind. "Just be a little
bit more careful yeah?" Jungkook nodded his head, leaning it against Seokjins
chest. He was sitting on the bathroom counter in his assigned bathroom, Seokjin
in front of him. He lifted his head, looking at the handsome man in front of
him. He had the most softest eyes, his lips were pump, almost as plump as
Jimins, he smelled nice to, Seokjin always smelled so nice to Jungkook. 
"There's only so much I can do to protect you Jungkook, please remember that."
Seokjin said softly. Jungkook wined. "But why? Why don't you just tell him?
You're not a bad man." Jungkook said, trying to make eye contact with Seokjin
but he wouldn't return it. Seokjin laughed bitterly. "You're to innocent
Jungkook. I am a bad man. I'm not good." He said. Jungkook frowned. He didn't
understand him, how was he bad? 
"Let's not talk about that anymore, yeah? let's get you back in there." Seokjin
said softly. Jungkook shook his head quickly. "I don't want to. Please don't
make me hyung. I'll do anything, just let me stay in here with you." He pouted.
Seokjin shook his head. "Don't say that" 
"Don't say what?" Jungkook asked, confused. Seokjin just nodde his head again.
"Don't worry about it Jugkook. Just-I want you safe that's all." Jungkook
giggled. "I am safe with you silly." He said touching the mans nose, Seokjin
couldn't help but smile at the boys gesture. "You drive me crazy, you know that
kid?" Seokjin asked playfully. "But you will like me right?" The youngest
asked, receiving a soft smile from Seokjin. "Of course, I'll never stop liking
you."  
Dinner went quickly for jungkook like it always did. He would feel Seokjins
finger caress his every now and then underneath the table. It always made him
feel safe. He liked Seokjins touches and cuddles, he liked his soft kisses on
top of his head and the fingers massaging his head sometimes when he was
blessed enough to sleep in the room with him some nights. 
Jungkook dreaded dinner being over, knowing that Namjoon was going to have him.
Knowing that he was going to hurt for days. He remembered Namjoon saying that
he was going to pay for it. He guessed that was why Seokjin scarred his fingers
underneath the table, to try to relax him. He watched as Jimin and Yoongi made
awkward eye contact here and there, finding it a bit amusing. He watched as
Taehyung would keep his head down every time Hoseok spoke to him. It heart him
seeing him like that, He should be used to seeing his friend like that, but he
wan't. Hoseok hurts him bad, he couldn't imagine Seokjin doing the same to
him. 
After dinner was over, he watched Jimin start to take the plates, they made
brief eye contact for a moment, receiving a handsome small smile from Jimin.
How was he so handsome? It made Jungkooks heart race. Both Jimin and Taehyung
could make Jungkook blush in just a few moments. Of course, the masters were
extremely handsome. He was sort of thankful that the masters weren't some
disgusting hairy men. 
He was cut off by Namjoons voice. "You two, meet me in Seokjins room." Namjoon
said, directed at Jungkook and Seokjin. The two of them made confused eye
contact before obeying. Jungkook knew that Namjoon was supposed to have him
tonight, he didn't know that it would be in Seokjins room. Then the unsettling
realization was that Namjoon would probably make Seokjin watch him being raped,
but he soon found out it was the opposite of that. 
Once all thee was in the room, Namjoon spoke. "I know I said I'd have him, but
I'm just in the mood to watch tonight." with the, he seen Seokjin smirk. It was
a fake smirk, Seokjin had done it many of times to convince Namjoon that he
fucked Jungkook the night prior, when he never did. He watched as Namjoon sat
on the chair in front of Seokjins huge bed. Namjoons eyes landed on Jungkook. 
"Undress baby, show us your pretty body." Namjoon said a bit quietly. Without
hesitation Jungkook did as he was told, still not grasping the fact that
Seokjin, the one he trusted most was about to take advantage of him. It
frightened him. Once Jungkook was fully undressed, he expected Namjoon to tell
him to suck Seokjins dick, or give him a handjob first, but with what came out
of Namjoons mouth made his heart beat out of fear. 
"Lay on your stomach on the bed. Seokjin, fuck him without preparation, every
time he tells you to stop or say no, fuck him harder." With that, he seen
Seokjin look at Namjoon with disbelief. "Come on Namjoon. Let me at least lube
him up. I don't want to hurt him to bad." Seokjin said, but was quickly
attacked by Namjoons words shortly after. "This is what punishment is, Seokjin.
He disrespected me, he disrespected us. You know we don't tolerate that shit."
Seokjin sighed. Jungkook was already on the bed in the position he was told to
get into. He felt his body shaking, the awkward tension in the room didn't make
him feel any less scared. "Fuck him or I'll do it ten times worse" Namjoon
threatened. "He can handle it Seokjin, when have I ever been wrong?" He heard
Namjoon continue. Namjoon was manipulative. He was evil in his own way. 
Jungkooks body tensed as he felt a body hovering over him. By the smell he knew
it was Seokjin. He was happy to know that it was Seokjin. He felt the mans
naked body above him, just barley touching him. Jungkook knew he didn't want to
do it, but it was either him or Namjoon. "Now fuck him, you're already hard."
He heard Namjoon say. "Just-give me a moment, yeah?" Seokjins tone of his voice
sounded annoyed. 
"I'm sorry Jungkook. I'm so sorry" He heard him whisper into his ear. He knew
Seokjin had no other choice, he just couldn't tell him to stop or tell him no.
It shouldn't be that hard right? Maybe if he thought about something else while
it was happening it wouldn't hurt so bad- His thoughts were cut off by the tip
of his dick being pushed slowly into him. Jungkook bit the pillow beneath him
to stop his screams, only for it to come out muffled. 
"That's it Seokjin, fuck him faster now, yeah, like that." He coculd hear
Namjoon in the background coaching him on. His whole back side was burning as
Seokjin sped up the pace. His cry got louder now, feeling his body pressed
tightly up against the comfortable mattress, though nothing about this
situation was comfortable, it was agonizing. The felt the tears slide down his
small face, heard the cracked breaths that escaped Seokjins lips. He knew it
wasn't Seokjins fault that he thought it felt good, he was a man right? He
couldn't help it. 
"Ow!" Jungkook cried out. "It hurts." He wanted to tell him to stop, ask him to
go slower, tell him no. But he knew he couldn't, he just hoped that Seokjin
would finish quick, he always did with Taehyung. Seokjin never lasted long.
"Shh, I know baby-ugh! try not to talk alright?" Seokjin breathed out, the tone
of his voice filled with nothing but pure lust. No, he cared about Jungkook. It
wasn't his fault. 
He felt sweet kisses on the side of his neck by the man fucking him, moans
escaping the mans lips here and there. After a while Jungkook stopped full
blown crying, just small whimpers escaping his lips as Namjoon continued to
command, telling the man to pull Jungkooks hair, call him sick names, and
Jungkook would be lying if he said that being called a whore and stupid botch
didn't hurt him. Crying harder with every insult that flew his way. He knew
Seokjin didn't think of him that way, he'd hesitate every time an insult
escaped his lips. 
"I'm almost done baby boy, almost there." He heard Seokjin whisper above him.
Jungkook couldn't say a word back to him, throat sore from screaming into the
pillow. The pace quickened at Namjoons demand, which caused a quicker release
from Seokjin. He moaned loudly as Jungkook cried into his arm. It was over. He
didn't want to be touched, he didn't want anything anymore. Seokjin pulled out
of him slowly, trying not to hurt the boy anymore then he already was. 
Jungkooks whole body was on fire, his head was pounding and his body continued
to shake, he knew he looked like a wreck, knew he looked broken, like a used up
toy. He built up the nerve to sneak a look back at Namjoon, who was tucking his
dick back into his pants, along with Seokjin was putting on his jeans, looking
at Jungkook concerned. Jungkook didn't return his glance. He felt as if he was
seconds away from passing out.
"Bet that felt great, seen some blood, at least he had some sort of lube." He
heard Namjoon joke. He heard Seokjin laugh back. It was a fake laugh. It had to
be. Seokjin didn't want to hurt him. The feeling of fainting grew larger as
time went by. Should he tell them? What if he was losing to much blood? A part
of him just didn't want to say anything, just let it happen, he didn't
understand how Taehyung went through this so much, and worse. 
He heard the door close, which he guessed Namjoon had left, within seconds he
seen Seokjin come into voice, crouched down on Jungkooks side of the bed, he
rubbed Jungkooks hair out of his face. The look on his face showed that he
didn't like what he seen. "Baby, you're so pale. Fuck, I'm so sorry. I had to."
He heard Seokjin tell him not to cry, was he crying? He watched as Seokjin
wiped off the tears from his cheek. He wasn't even aware he was crying. 
"It-it's okay hyung." Jungkook found the strength to say. He just wanted to
sleep, wanted to be wrapped up in the mans arms and wanted to sleep. It seemed
as if he dozed off, because when he came to, he felt a warm wet cloth on his
bottom. He guessed Seokjin was cleaning him. He was thankful for that. There
was also a cold wet cloth on his head. Jungkooks throat was sore. 
He closed his eyes at the sound of Seokjins soft breathing and soft hands. He
was thankful for him, he really was. That all ended when they heard a knock on
the bedroom door, Seokjin telling them to come in. The voice was Hoseoks. 
"Guess which little shit we caught stealing snacks?" 
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Taehyungs POV..
Taehyung didn't want Jimin to risk stealing a cookie for Jungkook. Jimin was
older then him, yes, but he was small. Jimin reminded Taehyung of a lot like
Jungkook. They both haven't ever endured the punishments he was so used to.
Even though they have been taken advantage of, he still seen them as innocent.
You're innocent until you're forced to do the things Taehyung has done. You're
innocent until you're forced to lay there, numb and taking it. Crying on cue
because he knew the master wants to ear that. Taehyung was good at what he
does, but he wasn't proud of it. Sometimes he felt as if Hoseok was catching
on. Hoseok then started hitting him for often, beating him until he was forced
to scream in real pain in his aching body during sex. 
No, Taehyung wasn't going to have Jimin go through that. He knew that Hoseok
doesn't stand at the bathroom door anymore when he showers after dinner. Hoseok
knew him better than anybody, Hoseok knew the exact second Taehyung would be
getting out of the shower, so he would make his way back to stand at the other
side of the door. As they finished eating, he watched as Namjoon ordered
Jungkook to Seokjins room. 
He watched as Jimin got up to put away the dishes and watched as Yoongi eyed
him the whole time before walking off to what looked like the office. Taehyung
would be the only one in the bathroom hall. Namjoon, Seokjin and Jungkook was
in Seokjins bedroom. Yoongi went to the office, and Hoseok was leading him to
the bathroom, a light hand on his waist. Gentle. Taehyung breathed in. 
"I'm really excited to see you boys start roaming the house more often. I trust
that you'll be on good behavior. Am I correct?" Taehyung gulped at Hoseoks
words. "Yes master, of course." He answered as he walked into the bathroom. He
watched as Hoseok flashed a bright smile, the smile that warmed his heart but
also ruined his life. He couldn't hate Hoseok, it seemed impossible. Maybe he
was to afraid to hate him. 
Taehyung returned the smile. It was genuine. The door closed behind him as he
listened carefully for the sound of Hoseok walking away from the door, and he
did. Taehyung bit his lip. He didn't know what to do now. Getting in the shower
would take up to much time. He looked at the sink and quickly started to take
off his clothes, he turned on the cold water, putting his head underneath it
feeling the icy chill on his scalp. 
He needs to look like he at least took one, if he left this bathroom with a dry
head he would never hear, or feel, the end of it. He tried his hair with the
clean towel the best he could, making sure his hair was still a bit damp before
quickly putting on his silk pajamas. The image of Jungkooks bright smile
receiving the cookie flashed before his eyes. 
This is all worth it, right? Taehyung thought. Yes, it was for Jungkooks
happiness and Jimins safeness. He took a long deep breath before twisting the
door handle, opening it slowly revealing nobody. Taehyung relaxed, feeling
relieved. The huge house was extremely quiet. Taehyung could hear the faint
water from the kitchen. 
Jimin. He never thought about how Jimin would react. Taehyung cursed himself.
He knew Jimin would keep quiet, but that wasn't the point. Taehyung took in a
shaky breath before walking out of the bathroom as quietly as he could, his
feet not making a sound. This was the first time he was in these halls without
anyone there with him. He only had a couple more minutes left, he needed to be
quick. 
He passed by multiple doors, still not knowing what was behind them. There was
even a whole section of the house they have never explored. He even wondered if
the doors were open. He would soon find out as he heard footsteps around the
corner. He was to far away from the bathroom door to run back. His instincts
quickly turned on as he looked at the white door beside him, and to his luck it
was unlocked, slipping through as fast as he could. 
A closet. It was a closet. Well, there was storage. The small dim light on.
More like a small room than a closet, but to small for a bed. He heard Yoongi
speaking, was he speaking on the phone? 
"Yeah I understand that-"
"I've got all the paperwork so don't worry-."
"I know what I'm doing-" 
Taehyung listened as the voice faded away down the hall, taking this as a quick
action to leave the closet, not before a piece of paper hanging on the small
wall caught his attention. It was a drawing, like a drawing from a child. There
was a big house, a garden and two stick figures. One stick figure was small
than the other. His eyes began wide reading the names above the figures. 
Namjoon was written in small hand writing over the smaller stick figure.
While Master  was written above the taller stick figure. This made Taehyung
frown. He shook his head from the thought while remembering his duties. While
leaving the small room, he looked back and forth as if he was crossing a busy
highway. Nobody was in sight. Now was his chance.  
He quickly made his way through the lounge until finally reaching the kitchen.
Jimin was humming sweetly at the sink while he cleaned the dishes. His eyes
looking very focused what what he was doing, until they caught Taehyung on the
corner of his eye. Taehyung watched as Jimin jumped in horror, then quickly
relaxing. 
"Taehyun-" Jimin began but Taehyung moved quickly to cover up the small boys
mouth. "Shh, where are the cookies hiding?" Taehyung asked in a hushed tone but
quickly. Jimin removed his hand from his mouth. "But why-" He started but
Taehyung, again, cut him off. 
"Jimin please, just tell me where the cookies are." He pleased. Jimins face
softened as he pointed to a jar on the other side of the kitchen. Taehyung
smiled at him, motioning for him to continue doing the dishes. The last thing
he wanted was Jimin getting into any trouble. He opened the jar, seeing the
chocolate chip cookies inside. He thought for a moment before quickly grabbing
two, he knew Jungkook would want to have another one for later. 
"So you're starving now?" He heard a familiar voice say. Taehyungs heart
stopped. He didn't even have to turn his head to know that it was Hoseok. He
heard Jimin stop watching the dishes, he turned around, face to face with the
devil himself. Yoongi was standing in the kitchen doorway, hanging up his phone
as if he was finally done talking. 
"I-im sorry master. I had finished showering and I wanted to visit Jimin hyung.
Then I remembered that there was snacks and I was still hungry and I'm so
sorry!" Taehyung lied. He would never put the blame on Jungkook. That would
never be an option. Without a word, Hoseok just laughed and left the kitchen,
leaving just Taehyung, a worried looking Jimin and an amused Yoongi. 
Taehyungs heart was beating fast. Was he getting Namjoon? Was this a mind
trick? Was Hoseok going to come back with some sort of thin switch to beat him
with? No, he came back with Namjoon, Seokjin and a tired looking Jungkook.
Everyone was just standing there, staring at him. Until Namjoon spoke. 
"We feed you boys three times a day, sometimes even with desert. How the hell
are you still hungry?" Namjoons tone was annoyed, Seokjin looked confused,
Yoongi amused and Hoseok, well, Hoseok looked angry. That's all Taehyung cared
about. 
"I'm so sorry master. It wont happen again I promise. I was going to save the
cookies for myself for later because we are stuck in the room all the time. But
then I remembered that we were told that we would be able to leave the room.
Please forgive me." Taehyungs voice cracked, watching Hoseok at the last
sentence. As if he was speaking to him directly. 
He seen Jungkooks face turn to sadness, but Taehyung gave him the look to not
speak. "Let this be a learning lesson for you boys." He watched Namjoon start
walking closer to him. "You know we wont let you get off with a punishment. You
left the bathroom without permission and stole our food out of our home."
Taehyung knew that he would end up punished. He feared feeling Hoseoks fists on
his body, he didn't want that. God, he was so scared. 
"He's your boy Hoseok. Give him a punishment, or two." Namjoon said motioning
Hoseok forward. Hoseok smiled. "Ahh, Taehyung. You out of everyone should know
better. I swear you're asking for it." Hoseok shook his head. He knew if they
were alone Hoseok would have already grabbed him by the hair, forcing him on
his knees. But Hoseok was in deep thought, which terrified Taehyung. 
"Turn around, walk to the pantry and give me the rice. Go on." Hoseok demanded.
Taehyung looked around the room at all six eyes on him. He did as he was told,
getting out the bag of dried rice and handing it to Hoseok. 
"Since you like food so much baby boy, then I'm sure you don't mind kneeling on
it." Hoseok said as he poured the rice on the hard kitchen floor. Taehyung
watched as the whole bag now covered a small portion of the floor. 
"Pull your pant legs up and kneel on the rice. Now." Hoseok demanded. Taehyung
quickly obeyed. He wasn't stupid enough to hesitate. When his small knees hit
the ride, he didn't feel anything at first. It felt uncomfortable, but as
seconds went by the pain started to build. It was like he was kneeling on sharp
rocks. 
"You can stay there for a couple of hours. You move and I'll knock your teeth
into the back of your throat." Hoseok threatened. Taehyung knew he was telling
the truth. "Also, you wont be eating tomorrow either, or the next." Hoseok
added. Taehyung felt the tears start to roll down his roll down his face. Not
only at the fact that he wouldn't be eating for two days, but it was also at
the fact that his knees were burning. 
Yoongi didn't wear his amused smile anymore. He looked genuinely concerned.
Jimin and Jungkook looked as if they were on the verge of tears, Seokjins head
was down and Namjoon had no expression. Namjoon was right, he was Hoseoks boy,
so Hoseok made the punishments. 
One by one everyone left. Jimin finished up the dishes, trying to speak to
Taehyung to see if he was alright only for Taehyung to just shake his head.
Afraid that if Jimin spoke, he would be down here next to him. After a while
Jimin left, but not before Taehyung signaled Jimin to take the cookies from his
hand. The masters had never took them away from him. Jimin hesitated, but done
so anyway, before leaving him. 
Taehyungs knees were now numb. No, his whole legs were numb. After a while
Hoseok had come in, turning off the kitchen light only to have the moonlight
shining through. Taehyung began to sob. He was really going to leave in him in
such an agonizing position. He couldn't imagine Jimin being in this position,
Jimin had such small legs, they would probably end up breaking. 
But Hoseok and Yoongi were different. Yoongi would have given Jimin a lighter
punishment. Taehyung had it worse then everyone. He was okay with that, a part
of him cared about Hoseok and he hated it so much. He hated that his brain
would betray him like that all the time. He knew what was happening was wrong,
he knew that he was scared of Hoseok more then anyone in the world, but the
thought of being away from that evil man didn't register well in his brain. He
was sick, just as sick as them. 
 
Jimins POV..
Jimin stayed up late that night. Hours and hours came by with no sign of
Taehyung. Jungkook had took the cookies with tears earlier that night. Jimin
knew he didn't want them, but Jungkook had stated that if he didn't eat them
then all of Taehyungs hard effort would go to waste. Jungkook cried himself to
sleep, but not without the help of Jimin massaging his head. Jungkook had
explained to Jimin what happened to him in Seokjins room, the demands Namjoon
made to Seokjin. 
Jungkook had repeated over and over again that it wasn't Seokjins fault, that
he didn't want to hurt Jungkook that way. A part of Jimin believed that. He
knew Seokjin was an alright man, but he was still just as sick as the rest of
them. The things they did to them and the countless of boys before them. 
After sitting in silence, finally getting his arm out from underneath the
sleeping youngest, he heard the lock. He pretended to be asleep while in came a
limp Taehyung in Hoseoks arms. Taehyung was whimpering, legs were shaking and
Jimin could here soft "Shh, I know, I know baby."  coming from Hoseoks mouth.
He seen bandages on Taehyungs knees. 
Jimin was extremely tired. He had a least stayed up for three to four hours
waiting for the boy. Jimin assumed Taehyung was in extreme pain. He watched in
the darkness as Hoseok laid Taehyung gently on his bed, still receiving a sob
from Taehyung. After a while he heard nothing, he didn't even hear Hoseok
leave, or did he leave? Answering his question, he heard Taehyung speak. 
"P-please master, not right now. please." He heard Taehyung beg. Jimin felt
sick to his stomach at Taehyungs pleads. But He just heard a soft sigh from
Hoseok, a kiss and then Hoseok walking out of the room. Locks behind him. Jimin
wanted to say something to Jungkook. He wanted to comfort him, wanted to
massage his head the way he did for Jungkook. 
But he stayed silent. He knew Taehyung must be tired, must be in pain and the
only way to escape constant pain sleep. 
He woke up to the door being unlocked. Shit. He should already be standing up,
when he looked around Taehyung was also still asleep. Jungkook was not in the
room, was it early? He waited for someone to walk in after hearing the locks
but nothing came. Someone unlocked the door. Then he remembered, they could
freely walk the house now. Do as they like and only stay in the assigned
areas. 
He slowly stood up, making sure Taehyung was still asleep, he looked so
peaceful, tried tears were on his face and his breathing was steady. Jimin
walked to the door, biting his lip before turning the nob, it opened. Jimins
heart began to beat faster. It opened. He wasn't locked in a room anymore. He
slowly walked out, looking out the huge empty hallway. They had told them that
the upstairs were theirs as well. 
Jimin tried one of the upstairs doors, it was locked. He wasn't surprised. He
made his way down the hall to the staircase. He could smell the food being made
and light chatter downstairs as he made his way down. Walking into the kicten,
he seen Seokjin standing behind Jungkook, arms holding his, teaching him how to
cook something. Jungkook was smiling widely and Seokjin was smiling fondly. 
Namjoon was sitting at the bar area, reading what looked like important paper,
eyes focused. Yoongi was making himself a cup of coffee, before catching Jimins
eye. Hoseok was nowhere to be found. 
"Ahh! Look who finally woke up." He heard Seokjin say. Jungkook turned his head
to smile at Jimin brightly, Jimin returned it. "The masters woke me up early!
Master Hoseok told me to cook a huge breakfast to celebrate." Jungkook said.
Jimin laughed bitterly to himself, of course Hoseok told Jungkook to make a
huge breakfast, knowing Taehyung wouldn't be able to eat it. 
He watched as Yoongi made his way to the door way, standing by Jimin. "I hope
we don't regret letting you boys out of the room. Don't do anything stupid or
reckless Jimin. Don't get yourself hurt." Yoongi said without even looking at
him, voice hushed, he was guessing so Namjoon wouldn't hear. "Yes master."
Jimin said back quietly. He was right, he didn't want to get hurt. he didn't
know if what Yoongi told him was a threat, or if he was trying to protect Jimin
from the other masters. 
Once the food was ready, the five of them sat at the table. The whole table was
filled with all sorts of food, it made Jimins stomach rumble and mouth water.
After a while in came Hoseok and Taehyung. Taehyungs arm was around Hoseoks
shoulder, holding himself as he limped in. He watched as Hoseok sit a chair
down away from the table, but facing it, telling Jungkook to sit. 
"You get the privilege to watch us eat today." Hoseok said, sounding cheery. He
watched as Taehyung eyed the food on the table, before the boy spoke, voice
small.
"Thank you, master" 
Jimin had to look away, disgusted by the whole situation in front of him.
Losing his appetite. He didn't watch Taehyung while he ate, he couldn't. He
just wanted this to all be over with. He just wanted the next five years to go
smoothly. But that was just a dream, right? 
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It's not that Jimin didn't want to talk to Taehyung, he did. He knew Jungkook
wanted to as well. But the tension around the boy felt sad. Taehyung had
showered and went back into the bedroom, even though they were allowed to roam
the house now. He would have went up there and kept him company, but of course
he was stuck with the morning dishes.
Jimin didn't know where Jungkook went, he was definitely not with Taehyung, not
with the masters because they were in the living room, of course not doing his
chores. All Jungkook had to do was bat his eyelashes and he could get out of
anything, almost. Jimin watched out of the window that was in front of him.
Today was cloudy, it was morning but the clouds seem to have covered up the
sun. 
Jimin thought this would be a good time to open up the window and run. But he
knew that was just a thought now. There was no way he was going to run. It
wasn't that he was afraid what would happen to him. He was afraid what would
happen to his family, what would happen to Jungkook and Taehyung. Or if when he
finally reached a police officer the masters would have already fled to a
different unknown area taking the other two boys with them or leaving them here
for dead. 
They were so well known around the city. The four rich men who helped families
of missing children and donated to charity often. Jimin was surprised that none
of the other boys had tried to turn them in. Or have they? Jimin didn't want to
know, because if they had clearly they had failed, and who knows what happened
to them. 
There was still so much Jimin wanted to know about this house, about the
masters and their childhood, their careers and where they were actually
located. How they made so much money with just phone calls. But there was a
complete and total different side of the house that they had yet to explore. He
remembered that Taehyung had told him one night that that side of the house was
twice as big as this side. 
That one of the boys the masters had previously had told Taehyung that he was
the only one that got permission to go back there. Jimin didn't know what the
boy had done to gain permission. His thoughts were cut short by the sound of
the masters talking. He tried to listen the best he could with the running
water right beside his ear. 
"Namjoon-ah, let me ride into the city with you. I have some shit that needs to
get done if you don't mind." He heard Hoseok say. He heard the sound of
Namjoon  sighing.
"We will literally be out past evening, you know that." Namjoon said. But
Hoseok had told him that he didn't care, that while they're out they could stop
by the bar and get a few drinks. With that he heard Yoongi protest. "So you
guys will be drinking without us?" The rest of the masters laughed, Namjoon
telling Yoongi that he'd be fine, before he heard footsteps, then the door
close. 
"Why don't you ever take a shower first and then do the dishes?" He heard
Jungkook say from behind him, causing Jimin to jump, shouting from be frighten
by the youngest boy. Jungkook let out a sweet laugh, his bunny smile growing
wilder. "Why do you sneak up on people that like that?" Jimin asked, still
holding his chest. Jungkook smiled "Not people, just you!" Jungkook was overly
cheery and Jimin couldn't understand why. 
"Master Namjoon and Hoseok left! Seokjin hyung said that they'll be gone all
day!" Jimin now seen the point of the boys excitement. He was happy because the
two most evil men had left. "Jungkook-ah, why don't you tell Taehyung. I'm sure
he'll want to know. Yeah?" Jimin asked. Jungkooks face lit up as he ran out of
the kitchen before he heard Seokjin shout. 
"Jungkook! No running up the stairs. If you break a bone we'll have to take you
to the ER!" Jungkook had giggled and apologized. While Jungkook was gone it
gave Jimin enough time before finishing up the dishes without any kind of
interruption. After finishing up, he knew that Yoongi would have already sat
his clothes and a fresh towel in the bathroom. 
He wiped his hands before making it to the living room. Standing there
awkwardly as he looked at Yoongi for a good 30 seconds before Yoongi finally
made eye contact back. 
"Jimin? You okay?" Yoongi asked. Jimin looked at him confused. Of course he was
okay, he was just waiting to be escorted to the bathroom. "Yes master. I'm
ready to shower." Jimin said, in the most polite way he could. Yoongi smiled.
"You can shower without us now Jimin, you're free to roam the house. Remember?"
Jimin felt his whole face turn pink in embarrassment. He would need to get used
to this. 
As he stepped into the warm shower, he wondered if this meant that he could
take as long of a shower as he wanted. It wasn't like the water bill would end
up being a problem for them and he doubted that Yoongi would even care or
notice that he'd be in there for so long. 
He began to think about how huge the house was again. Big enough for them to
have their own bathroom, with a glass shower and huge mirror. The bathrooms
were always spotless, well thanks to Jungkook now. Jimin felt honored and
terrified that they were the first boys to get the privilege roaming the home
instead of being locked away in a room for hours upon hours coming out only to
eat and get abused. 
A full day without Hoseok and Namjoon made Jimin feel at ease. It's not that he
trusted Yoongi and Seokjin. He didn't trust anyone. It was the fact that they
were somewhat decent, that they wouldn't just randomly strike them or give them
some hurtful punishment that would leave them emotionally and physically
unhealthy. 
Jimin stood underneath the warm water, letting it fall over his face, lips and
body. The water felt so nice and the energy around him felt peaceful. He looked
down at his feet as he watched the water twirl around them. Eyes moving up
slowly to his thighs before they landed on his limp cock. Jimin bit his lip as
he continued to stare. It has been a while since he touched himself, the last
time he came was in front of Yoongi. 
Giving in, Jimin gripped his small hands around his cock. Tugging and playing
with the head, turning away from the falling water that covered his body. It
didn't take long for his cock to harden, it also didn't take long for Jimin to
throw his head back and let out a pathetic small moan. Focusing on his hand
round his cock, stroking slowly so he could feel every but of pleasure that
filled his cock, traveling up his spine. 
Before he knew it his mind switched to the thought of Yoongi. He didn't mean
to, it was random and sudden. He thought about how Yoongi made him pump himself
as he spit disgusting words at him, thought about how good it felt getting off
with a man standing right over him feeling the same sort of pleasure he did. 
His pace began to get faster at the unholy thought. He was to far gone now, he
wouldn't be able to stop even if he wanted to. He thought about his lips
wrapped around Yoongis huge cock, the thought of Yoongi fucking his mouth,
remembering the moans that had escaped his lips before. He thought about
Yoongis hand gripped around his cock instead of his own causing his body to
shutter. 
He'd been in the shower for so long that the water on his back started to get
cold. "Fuck" Jimin breathed out as he came on his hand, the water washing it
away the moment he did so. He stood there breathing for a long moment, guilt
starting to fill up his whole body. He was disgusting. Everything about him was
disgusting. 
He quickly turned off the shower, stepped out and grabbing his towel. Before he
could wrap the towel around his waste the door came open, revealing Yoongi.
Jimin just stood there frozen, he wanted to move his towel quickly around his
waste so that Yoongi wouldn't see his now half hard cock. Yoongis eyes drifted
to Jimins lower area, not hiding the fact the he was staring directly at it. 
"Was wondering what was taking you so long. Now I know." Yoongis voice was
dull, not in a frightening way, more so in an un-amused way. Upset that he
genuinely thought something had happened to Jimin but instead he walked in just
to see that the boy pleasured himself resulting in him being in the bathroom
for longer then normal. 
"I'm sorry master." Jimin said, defeated. Dropping the towel out of his soft
grip. The towel dropped to the floor hitting Jimins small feet, Yoongis eyes
following it. Before Jimin could bend down and pick it up Yoongi was already in
front of him. Jimin looked up at the man, knowing that his gulp was probably
visible to Yoongi. They made eye contact for a good 15 seconds without saying a
word. 
Yoongis eyes drifted from his eyes down to his lips. Jimin would be lying if he
said he didn't think that Yoongi was going to shove his tongue down his throat.
But instead he watched as Yoongi bent down to pick up the towel, face inches
from Jimins cock. Jimin breathed in, breathing shaky. He watched as Yoongi
wrapped the towel around his waist lightly before bending down, Yoongis mouth
just inches from his ear as he whispered. 
"Don't look so scared, Jimin." With that he watched Yoongi walk out of the
bathroom, closing the door behind him. Jimin had never felt so embarrassed
before.  He knew he shouldn't have taken such a long shower. Now he knew how to
avoid an indecent like what had happened if he ever needed to. 
Freshly dressed, Jimin walked out of the bathroom, walking down the halls,
giving himself some time to look at the doors around him. He wondered what was
in there. As he drew closer to the living room he began to hear voices. It was
Jungkook and Seokjin. He didn't want to eavesdrop, but the tone of their voices
made him come to a quick stop.  
"You promised hyung! You promised that you would do it." Jungkooks voice
sounded betrayed, hurt. "That was before all of this. That was before the new
rules. I can't change it Jungkook." Seokjins voice was stern, serious. 
"I wont let anything happen to you. Any of you, I'll try my best but I can't do
what I promised before." Seokjin added. There was silence before he heard
Jungkooks small voice. "You're a liar. You always say that and it happens. I
can't be here anymore hyung." Jungkooks voice sounded as if he was seconds away
from crying. 
"And I can't have you leave me. I wont let you leave me" Seokjin said after a
few seconds. Jimin felt shivers cover his whole body. He didn't know what to
think about the conversation he'd just heard. He felt a hand touch his
shoulder, turning around to see Yoongi. He didn't seem angry, or interested in
Jungkook and Seokjins odd conversation, which made Jimin frown. 
Seokjins and Jungkooks conversation came to an end as he heard Taehyung enter
the living room. All sadness leaving Jungkooks voice as he greeted the boy.
Yoongi and Jimin were still out of sight of the rest of them, still staring at
each other. He felt Yoongi pull his arm slightly, leading him to the office.
Jimin didn't feel a threat. Even if he did, what could he do? He'd have to lay
there and take it. 
Once the office door was closed behind them, Yoongi motioned for Jimin to sit
on the couch, the same couch that he lost his innocence on. He hesitated before
doing as he was told, last time he disobeyed it didn't go to well. 
"eavesdropping, huh?" Yoongi asked, sitting on the chair behind the huge desk,
leaning back. Jimin felt his heart start to beat faster. Was there a punishment
for that? Was he about to be punished? "You know, if Namjoon, or even Hoseok
caught you doing that you'd regret it quickly." Yoongi added. He was right,
Jimin made a stupid decision, he was good at that now. 
"Yes Master. I'm sorry." As usual, Jimins voice was small. Yoongi laughed. "You
don't have to call me master if its just the two of us." Jimin just nodded at
his words, knowing that he would probably still continue to call him master. 
Yoongi looked as if he was thinking, before leaning forward, even though he was
some distance away. 
"I'm going to need you to do me a favor, and listen very carefully. What was
spoken between the two of them in there wont ever leave you mouth. Understood?"
Yoongi asked, tone stern. Jimin nodded his head quickly. He didn't even
understand the conversation the two of them were having, he didn't understand
any of it. As if Yoongi seen the confused look on his face, he spoke up. 
"It's nothing to worry about Jimin, I promise. It's just a secret conversation
that Namjoon and Hoseok don't need to know about." With that last bit, Jimin
understood. Whatever the two of them were even talking about, could make
problems. "I didn't understand their conversation." Jimin finally admitted.
Yoongis face softened. 
"Good, then you wont end up disappointed." 
-
The morning consisted of Jungkook talking Jimin and Taehyungs head off in the
living room. They weren't allowed to watch live television, especially the
news. But they were allowed to watch shows and movies. Yoongi and Seokjin came
and went, checking on them almost every couple of minutes. Earlier Jimin had
seen the new huge locks on the door. There had to have been around 4 locks. All
having a special kind of key.
Some of the windows were sealed shut, glass on the windows weren't breakable.
They had thought this whole thing through, they weren't going to leave that
house at all. Jimin had been curious and checked the small kitchen window which
of course, was untouched. As if they had forgotten about it. All the other
windows in the kitchen were also sealed shut. Jimin decided not to say
anything. 
Before they knew it lunch was beginning. He had smelled the delicious food that
was being cooked in the kitchen by Jungkook and Seokjin for over an hour. He
could hear the two of them laughing and joking in the kitchen. Jungkook really
cared about him, Jimin didn't know if that made him uncomfortable or not. Jimin
didn't see how it was even possible to care about them. 
Jimin watched as Taehyung took his assigned seat, beginning to watch them eat.
He couldn't keep his eyes of the bandages on his knees from last night. He
couldn't help but notice how hard it was for Taehyung to even walk. The kitchen
table was quiet as they ate, Taehyungs head stayed down, the table looked so
empty without Taehyung, Hoseok and Namjoon sitting at it. 
"Come over here and have a bite." Seokjin ordered Taehyung. Everyone's head
went up, staring at Seokjin, then at Taehyung, then repeat. Taehyung didn't
move, he was frozen. "It's not a trick kid, come get a bite or two at least.
Come on." Seokjin edged on. Taehyung slowly stood, limping over to the tall
man. Seokjin gave him four bites of his food, feeding it to him himself. 
"See? Wasn't that hard, was it?" Seokjin asked with a small smile. "No master.
Thank you." Taehyung answered. The boy seemed terrified, like any minute he
would feel a slap come across his already bruised face for taking the food, but
nothing happened. "Don't tell anyone." Seokjin winked, that caused Jungkook to
smile and Taehyung to just nod his head. 
Jimin knew that don't tell anyone was directed at Namjoon and Hoseok. Most
importantly, Hoseok. Taehyung had only gotten four bites but he still seemed
satisfied. Jimin knew he wouldn't get any tomorrow. Taehyung had been drinking
water all morning, trying to fill up his stomach the best he could. 
-
Namjoon and Hoseok had came home a lot earlier then expected. When they walked
into the living room, they see the boys sitting on the ground, Yoongi and
Seokjin on the couch, laughing at the television. From the look on Hoseoks
face, Jimin knew that he didn't want Taehyung having any fun, or he was upset
that Taehyung was having fun without him, or he was upset for an entirely
different reason. 
Namjoon looked exhausted, he was dressed very stylish with black jeans, a nice
vintage coat and a black hat. He looked very handsome, Jimin admitted to
himself. He was sure he had a lot of women staring at him often. Hoseok as
well, he had this sweet vibe to him, especially when he smiled and spoke. But
he was anything but sweet. 
"I need a shower." Hoseok sighed. Namjoon agreed with him, then stated that he
needed to do more work in their office, and before they walk away, Hoseok
stopped and stared at Jungkook. "Come join me." Jimin quickly turned to the
youngest, who's eyes were wide. Jungkook quickly turned to Seokjin, as if he
was pleading with his eyes. Seokjin turned his attention to Hoseok. 
"Ahh, I don't know. I still need him fo-" Seokjin started but Hoseok cut him
off. "Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck him. I'm saving all my energy for
tomorrow." Hoseok said looking at Taehyung during the last bit.  "I just want a
cute shower buddy." He added. Seokjin hesitated, but agreed.  Taehyung kept his
head down low, trying his best not to look Hoseok in his eyes as he took
Jungkook with him. 
Taehyung quickly grabbed Jimins hand. Jimin looked at him confused as he pulled
him up, leading him to the stairs. "What are you boys running off to so
quickly?" Yoongi asked, eyebrow raised. Taehyung and Jimin both stopped in
their tracks. "I want to show Jimin hyung one of the new books master Hoseok
gave me." Taehyung explained. Jimin didn't know if he was lying or not. 
Yoongi just waved the two of them off, not before he exchanged a questionable
glance with Seokjin. When they finally made it to theroom, Taehyung quickly sat
on his bed, before Jimin could even ask what was going on Taehyung was already
explaining. 
"I'm gonna need you to do something for me, okay?" Taehyung asked. Jimin slowly
went and sat beside Taehyung on his bed, head tilted to the side. "Will it get
me punished?" Jimin asked. If there was anything he didn't want, it was to get
the same punishment as Taehyung had. "It could, if you don't do it right."
Taehyung added. Jimin looked down and sighed, he didn't want to tell him no, he
didn't want to do anything either, but he listened anyway. 
"Tonight when you're doing the dishes, I want you to steal the flashlight in
the lower left cabinet. Can you do that for me?" Taehyung asked, hopeful. "I
mean, yes of course, but why? Are you planning to escape?" Jimin asked, wide
eyed, Taehyung just shook his head, no. 
"When I stole the cookie last night, before going into the kitchen I had to
hide in one of the rooms in the hallway, you know the bathroom hallway?"
Taehyung asked, Jimin just nodded his head slowly, afraid where this would go.
"It was like a small storage room, I think the door is supposed to be locked
but they had forgotten or think it's already locked." He added. 
Jimin tried registering this in his brain. There was a small room, storage
room, that was unlocked that shouldn't be? "There was this really odd
children's drawing. It was Namjoon beside a man that had Master written on top
of it.  Isn't that odd?" Taehyung asked. Jimin nodded. "So, Namjoon had a
master too?" Jimin asked, confused. "It looks like it. I want to sneak back in
there while you all are eating dinner and look some more, there has to be
secrets right? Something that tells us who they really are." Taehyung said. 
"What's the flashlight for? I'd need to get it after dinner, so how would you
use it?" Jimin asked. Taehyung held up his finger like he was telling Jimin he
was getting to that part and just to listen to him. "No, it's for us. While I
was in there I seen paper upon paper, and I want to get a couple of them and we
can look them over at night. You know lights are off at a certain time, and if
the masters see our light under the door they'll become angry." He stated,
which made sense. 
"Let's do it." Jimin agreed. Yes, he was scared he might get caught, he was
scared that Taehyung would get caught and have a worse punishment in store for
him. Taehyung really never learns, Jimin thought. 
-
Taehyungs POV..
Dinner was quickly approaching . Taehyung and Jimin had planned how it would go
successfully. They wanted to keep their plan from Jungkook, they knew he
wouldn't say anything, but they didn't want Jungkook being punished for
something they did. The two of them would much rather take a beating before
they let Jungkook anywhere in the hands of Namjoon or Hoseok. 
All they had told Jungkook was to just distract the masters if things started
to act odd. Jungkook didn't ask any questions, trusting his hyungs that they
knew what they were doing, and that was one of the reasons Taehyung adored him
so much. Taehyungs hands started to sweat as Hoseok made him set down in his
usual spot to eat, he hoped that this would go the way they planned. 
"Master, can I please go use the bathroom. I drank so much water today and I
also feel sick to my stomach from the lack of food." Taehyung lied. Well, the
last bit wasn't a lie, he had only ate four small bites earlier. Hoseok looked
upset as he dropped his silverware on his plate, causing a semi loud crash
which caused Taehyung to jump. "Hurry up, I don't want you sick all over this
kitchen. Go." Hoseok demanded, and taehyung quickly obeyd. 
He made short eye contact with Jungkook and Jimin one last time before he left
the kitchen, crossing over the living room until he made his way to the hall,
not caring to even make it into the bathroom as he took in a deep breath before
turning the nob, it was still unlocked. He hurried in, shutting the door behind
him. He finally got a better view of the small storage area. 
There were boxes everyone, some had words on it that Taehyung couldn't even
pronounce. Paper laid in neat stacks on the boxes, Taehyung took a short glance
at the drawing one last time before he quickly took it off the way, folding it
up to put into his pocket just in case that was his only evidence to show the
other two boys. Taehyung knew that he only had a short amount of time before
Hoseok would come looking for him. 
He started with the stack of papers on the box closest to him, some had finger
prints on them, some from the Kim family and business agreements. Others were
bills, Taehyung was just about to give up as time started to run out as he seen
a yellow folder on a box to his far left. He quickly opened a folder, eyes
going wide as he scanned the words 'For the adoption of Kim Namjoon and Min
Yoongi'  Taehyung just stared at the paper for a moment, completely confused.
He had been told that they all met in high school.
He quickly grabbed the paper, turning around to leave until a blue notebook
caught his eye, almost missing it sitting halfway underneath a box. The
notebook was covered in dust. Before leaving, he quickly opened it, reading the
first line. 
"May 18th, 13 years old. My names Kim Namjoon, and I just want it to stop." 
End Notes
     ALSO: I just made a twitter, I'll follow everyone back and it would
     be a lot easier to answer everyone's questions and get to know my
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