Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/9504347. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS Relationship: Park_Jimin_(BTS)/Everyone, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jungkook/ Park_Jimin, Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Park_Jimin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Park_Jimin, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Park_Jimin, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin/Park_Jimin Character: Park_Jimin_(BTS), Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Jung Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga Additional Tags: Park_Jimin-centric, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Rape_Aftermath, Depression, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional_Manipulation, Emotional_Hurt, Heavy_Angst Stats: Published: 2017-01-29 Words: 3904 ****** i've been dreaming (of dying) since the first time you came ****** by vminkookie_(mikey_tdh) Summary Jimin was tired of being the group's bicycle. Notes This fic is heavily inspired by the amazing "I Won't Be Your Bicycle Anymore" by cosmicfox, except this is bts (and trash compared to that masterpiece lol), but I hope you guys like it. See the end of the work for more notes This work was inspired by I_Won't_Be_Your_Bicycle_Anymore by cosmicfox Jimin was 16 when it first happened, about one year before they officially debuted. They were all living together in a cramped apartment and hormones were running crazy. Jimin was still a virgin at this time, he hadn't even had his first kiss. His misconstrued ideas of sex all came from the limited amount of porn he watched (when he had time to watch it.) So, it was safe to say it was very surprising the first time Namjoon came to him.   “Jimin-ah, hyung’s been very frustrated lately, do you think you could help him out a bit?” Namjoon scooted next to Jimin on the couch.   Being the doting dongsaeng he was, he enthusiastically agreed to help Namjoon- hyung with whatever was plaguing him.     “Ah, my legs have been aching lately, do you think you can give hyung a little massage.”   Nodding, Jimin began rubbing the muscles of Namjoon’s thighs.    “Ah, a little bit higher Jimin.”   Jimin kept massaging higher and higher on Namjoon’s leg until he reached the hem of his shorts.    “I’ll just take these off, I mean we’re both guys right.” Laughing, Namjoon got up and pulled down his shorts. When he sat back down, Jimin notice he didn’t have any underwear on, but thought nothing of it as his leader could never do him wrong. Right?   Sighing with fake discontent, Namjoon guided Jimin’s hand up until it reached his dick.    “Keep rubbing Jimin-ah. I think it’s starting to feel better.” Namjoon hummed with approval.   Jimin thought this a little strange but just figured his hyung had worked too hard in dance practice or something. He began to stroke Namjoon’s cock, keeping a steady rhythm.    Namjoon released a long hiss. “Right there, Jimin-ah. Right there.” Namjoon moaned.   Jimin kept up his actions for a while, as Namjoon kept emitting strange noises, until finally, Namjoon’s body went still and a lot of thick, white cream splurged from the tip of Namjoon’s dick, onto Jimin’s arm.   Namjoon smiled at Jimin, thanked him, and went back to his room.    Jimin felt satisfied at making his hyung happy and began to think of what he’d have for lunch while heading to the bathroom to clean off his arm.    ===============================================================================   Jimin and Namjoon’s little “massage” sessions kept up about twice every week, for a month. While it did irritate Jimin a little, keeping him from working as much as he could, he figured it was okay since it seemed to help Namjoon-hyung a lot.    The next time Namjoon decided to visit him, Jimin was making breakfast for the group. Except this time, he’d brought Seokjin-hyung.   “Oh, hi Joonie-hyung, Jin-hyung. I was just making some breakfast.” Jimin flashed a small smile at the older boys.   “It’s alright Jimin-ah.” Namjoon reassured him with a smile. “You see, Seokjin here has been having the same problem as me, and I was wondering if you could help him out, like you do me.”   “Sure, hyung let me just finish cooking, I’ll be done in a second.”    Sending an unsure look to Namjoon, “Jimin its urgent actually, can you help me now.” Seokjin said.    While a little off-putting, Seokjin and Namjoon couldn't wait a little bit for him to finish, Jimin went along with it because they are still both his hyungs.   This time, Jin pulled his pants down and it was awkward for Jimin to massage him standing up, he decided to kneel down between Seokjin’s feet.   “Oh, oh yeah Jimin-ah. Fuck.” Jin groaned.   Suddenly equipped with an idea, Namjoon crouched behind Jimin and whispered in his ear.   “Jiminie, why don't you be a good dongsaeng and help Jinnie here out with your mouth.” Namjoon smirked up at Jin.   Jimin gave Namjoon a puzzled look.    “Um, sure hyung. If you think that will help.”    Namjoon tipped his head forward, until the tip of Seokjin’s cock was between his lips. Jimin, not sure what to do, just decided to lightly bob his head up and down Seokjin’s dick until he reached his pubic bone. Nearly gagging at the taste and smell of Jin-hyung’s sweaty balls and pubic hair, Seokjin decided to grab Jimin’s hair and fuck his mouth.    Not knowing what was going on, Jimin glanced wide-eyed up at Seokjin, who payed him no mind, until that thick creamy liquid Namjoon often squirted, began coming out of Seokjin’s dick and into hismouth.    Bile came up his throat as the foul taste of the liquid streamed into his mouth. Jimin nearly choked, as Jin was still in his mouth and the liquid had no where to go. Jimin began swallowing, and finally Jin released Jimin’s head, and the liquid began poring down the sides of Jimin’s mouth. It got all over his brand new red tee shirt, and Jimin felt annoyed that Seokjin and Namjoon hadn't warned him as they came into his mouth and onto his shirt; but Jimin pushed back those thoughts as these were his hyungs. They were responsible and only wanted what was best for him.    Or at least, that was what Jimin had convinced himself was what they wanted.    ===============================================================================   After that one time, Namjoon and Jin-hyung began seeking Jimin out at least once a day each. It really wore him out, but Jimin never complained, forever the loyal dongsaeng.    It wasn’t until one time, Namjoon and Jin had brought Hoseok-hyung to participate, that Jimin got a little suspicious. After all,he thought, why would three of his hyungs come to only him for their pleasure, Taehyung and Jungkook were also a part of the team, they had to help out sometimes, right? It was beginning to get a bit exhausting as his hyungs forcibly removed Jimin from his work and practice every day.   So now, Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok seeked him out individually for their “massages.”   Today was a special day, however, as Yoongi-hyung, Taehyung, and Jungkook were all out doing interviews, leaving Jimin and his three hyungs all alone. Jimin was in the recording studio practicing his vocal skills with Jin-hyung when Namjoon and Hoseok came in and locked the door. Jimin stepped out of the booth to greet them, when they all towered over him ushering him back into the wall.    Namjoon pushed Jimin onto his knees. “Jimin-ah, hyung has been frustrated without any relief as you spent the whole day cooped up in here, and he knows your other hyungs feel the same way. Now is that anyway to treat your caring hyung?” Namjoon said with a mean smile.   “Oh, I’m so sorry hyungs. I didn’t know you were all in pain. Can I make up for it?” Jimin was a little ticked off that his hyungs had, yet again, distracted him from his work, but said nothing of it since they did so much for him already (did they though),so he decided helping them out was the least he could do.   Pulling out their cocks, all three of his hyungs looked at him with expectant smirks. He began jerking off Namjoon first, getting frustrated when his two other hyungs kept waving their members in his face. Trying to touch all of them equally was getting hard, and the others noticed.    With no warning to Jimin, Jin roughly pushed his head onto his wet dick, effectively silencing Jimin’s protests. Jimin dutifully began to suck, as he knew his place by now. Except it wasn’t enough for the other boys, so each grabbing one of Jimin’s hands began jerking off their respective dicks. This was beginning to get to Jimin, as each of the other boys just used one of his body parts as if it was their to take. Groaning, Jin began roughly pulling and pushing Jimin’s head onto his dick so fast that Jimin threw up, except there was no where for the vomit to go, so it just went back into his mouth.   This extremely disgusted Jimin, as he hadn’t given consent for anyof this, as hot tears began rushing down his face. For the first time, Jimin wondered if his hyungs were asking him to genuinely help them, or if they were taking advantage of him.    Jimin wasn’t able to finish that thought, as it was then that all three of his hyungs came at the same time. So much come was literally pouring on top of him, covering his entire face, blinding his eyes and coating his outfit to the point where his outfit was completely ruined. This just made Jimin want to curl up into a ball and cry, as his grandmothergave him this sweater, and is friends knewthat; but he just sat back and took it, wiping his eyes when they were done.    “Well, that was fun, Jimin-ah, don’t you look messy.” Hoseok giggled.   All three of them laughed and patted each other on the back as they walked out the door.   Jimin couldn't believe what had just happened, he felt dirty and wrong,things he’d never expect feeling with his friends, yet he did.   But then he changed his train of thought. What are you thinking Jimin! These are your hyungs, they care about you and only want so see you grow. They’re surely only doing this because they know it’ll toughen you up, and make you a better person.   Getting up, Jimin still felt sad, as he was forced to take the public metro home. He was eternally grateful it had been raining, so when he walked into the bus soaking wet, no-one thought anything of it.   ===============================================================================   Jimin figured, Yoongi-hyung would eventually ask to be messagedas well, and he was right. Only a week, after the previous incident,Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok still continued to use him everyday. It was only a matter of time before Yoongi joined in the fun.   Now Jimin loved all his hyungs very much, but he had a soft spot for his precious Yoongi-hyung. He’d always greatly respected Yoongi-hyung, for his uncut bluntness and utmost honesty. He said whatever came to his mind, and had no problem critiquing other members, as it was to help them become better.    Yoongi also had a soft spot for Jimin, since he reminded him of his younger brother, with his puppy-like looks, and cheerful disposition. This was why it took a while for his leader to convince him to try Jimin out. Yoongi didn’t like the way it made Jimin sound like a toy, but kept it to himself as he figured Jimin probably liked it.    It was with this mentality that Yoongi approached Jimin for the first time. Yoongi’d heard of what the other members had done with Jimin the past Friday, which finally convinced him to join in, as no person can do what he did and not get off, right?    “Jiminie, hyung wanted to talk with you for a bit, can you come with hyung to his room.”    Jimin immediately stopped what he was doing, jumping off his bed to follow Yoongi to his room.   Yoongi figured Jimin wouldn’t be so excited if he’d known what he had planned, but he figured Jimin wouldn't care.   If only Yoongi knew Jimin was a virgin, if only he knew Jimin only pleased the other members out of the kindness of his own heart (when it was tearing him up inside), if only he knew Jimin didn’t even know what sex was before Namjoon took advantage of him for the first time.   But, no, Yoongi didn't know. He assumed.    Jimin sat on Yoongi’s bed waiting for him to come out of the bathroom, wondering what he wanted to talk about.    Yoongi figured the best way to get Jimin to comply, was to use the same trick as Namjoon.   “My dear Jimin-ah. Hyung’s been having pain and was wondering if you could help him out.”   Jimin sighed as he dropped to his knees, unzipping Yoongi’s zipper, resolved to the fait that awaited him.    “No, Jimin, not that. I wanted to do something else, why don't you lie down on the bed.”    Jimin was confused, yet he obeyed his hyung since Yoongi could never do anything to hurt him.    Yoongi only pulled down his boxers, then went to strip Jimin completely. Yoongi slipped on a condom, and covered two of his fingers with lube.   Entering them into Jimin’s hole, he grinned at Jimin’s wide eyes.    “Ohh hyung, what are you-- mmph, doi-- ohhhhh.”Jimin’s toes curled, as he’d never experienced such pleasure before. Jimin felt a little cheated actually, if his hyungs were getting this much pleasure out of each interaction, then how come he wasn’t.   Yoongi added a third, then a fourth finger, lazily pumping into Jimin, and watching as the other boy melted at his ministrations. Yoongi figured Jimin was ready, and lined up his cock with Jimin’s hole.   “Ohhh, hyung, please, please, please, please, please.”Jimin deliriously begged, feeling the sweet pressure on his hole.   Yoongi finally pushed into Jimin, groaning at the wet heat that engulfed his dick. This made Jimin scream as Yoongi began rocking into the younger boy at a fast pace.   What Yoongi didn’t know, or didn’t care to know, was that Taehyung and Jungkook had come home early from their photoshoot. Entering the apartment, the boys heard the screams coming from Yoongi’s room, and immediately ran to help.    Opening the door, they were shocked at the scene before them. There was Yoongi- hyung, poundinginto a screaming Jimin, with his legs in the air.    The boys weren’t that surprised, seeing as they’d been fooling around with each other for quite some time now, but they were still shocked at seeing their beloved Jimin in this position.   They unconsciously walked over to the couple, when Yoongi noticed them and asked if they wanted to join. Jimin still had no idea he was being watched, seeing as he’d already come two times on Yoongi’s cock.    Yoongi quickly slipped out, Jimin whining at the emptiness, before Jungkook rose to action and pushed his cock in the smaller boy.    “What a wet slut, Jiminie.” Jungkook smirked, meanly. “You must do this for your hyungs all the time, can’t believe you haven’t let us take a turn yet.”   Jungkook’s degrading words immediately grounded Jimin back to reality. He couldn’t believe his friends had slipped in without him noticing. Before he could get a word out, Yoongi pushed his head backwards and thrusted into Jimin’s mouth.    Jimin immediately started moaning in alarm. He had no time to grasp what was going on. Tears of shock ran down his cheeks, as Jungkook and now Yoongi continuously made degrading comments about him.    He had no idea he could feel so used, never believing his hyungs to be capable of such an act. And his best friend,Taehyung, was just standing there, not saying a word. He became pliant between his friends because he figured is he was helping them out then it didn’t matter if he didn't want it. It didn't matter if he felt dirty, all that mattered was their feelings.   Jimin would be happy if they were happy.    ===============================================================================   Now that all the members were in the loop, Jimin got almost no rest. He was up all night helping outone of his members, and when he finally got an hour of blissful sleep, another member would wake him up for sex.    He didn't mind though, as long as it made the group happier.   It was really slowing him down, though. So much, that he became behind on all the dances, making the dance instructor scream at him for the rest of day. Jimin wanted to cry when all the other members made mean comments as they finished. He wanted to scream that it was their fault he wasn't practicing, but he held his tongue, figuring they were just tired.   The final straw however, came on a seemingly normal Saturday afternoon.   They had come home from a tense dance practice, with Jimin missing most of the steps since he got almost no sleep last night. As soon as Jimin hit his bed, he knocked out, his body completely exhausted.    This wasn’t enough for the other members, no, they were horny and they wanted him now.    Jimin woke up to all six of his friends staring down at him, with their dicks out.   “Good morning slut, hows that pussy feeling today? Is it loose enough to take all of us.” Jungkook laughed.    These words brought tears to his eyes, but he tried to push them back as this was only the beginning. The entire night he was wreckedby each and every one of the members. He continuously beggedthem to stop. He pleaded with them, screaming ’til his lungs gave out, and all they did was laugh in his face.   They used him as their personal whore, they fucked his ass, they fucked his mouth, they fucked him at the same time, they fucked him separately. They didn’t give a shit about him.   They called him filthy names, humiliating and degrading him the whole night.   After they finally left, Jimin was left completely covered in not only cum, but piss. As a little thank you note, the members decided to pee on him, laughing like it was some big joke.  There was so much cum covering his face, Jimin couldn’t even open his eyes.   After sobbing to him self for a good ten minutes, Jimin finally got the courage to go clean himself up.    “What the hell do you think you’re doing, go lay back down in our personal filth. That’s what you get after all, for being such a slut for our cocks.” Jungkook laughed from his neighboring bed.   Jimin brokenly walked back to his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, until he fell asleep.   The next morning, all of his friends treated Jimin completely normally, as if last night hadn’t happened. Jimin smiled to himself, thinking they felt sorry and wanted to make it up to him.   It wasn’t around lunch time when Namjoon pulled Jimin into his room and layed down with him to cuddle, that Jimin found out his real intentions.   Jimin felt so warm snuggled up to Namjoon, willing to forget the horrible things done to him last night (or at least push them away), when Namjoon began to pull down his pants.    This shocked Jimin so bad he fell off the side of the bed. He looked at Namjoon as if he just killed his puppy. He began sobbing kicking back until his back was against the wall. He threw everything in his reach at Namjoon, screaming unintelligibly. Namjoon sat dumbfounded on the bed, looking worried at Jimin.   The other members ran into the room, wanting to help. When Taehyung saw Jimin screaming he walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. This only made it worse, as Jimin kicked Taehyung off him, snot dripping down his wet face, as he ran to the bathroom.   The other members ran right after him only to be met with the locked bathroom door. The only sounds they could make out were Jimin cry-screaming “I told you to sto-op, I t-told you to stooop. WHY DIDN’T YOU ST-TOOOP.”   The other members looked at each other with shocked faces. They pounded on the bathroom door for hours, pleading with Jimin to let them help. They couldn’t believe what they’d done to the poor boy. They never stopped to think, once, about how Jimin must’ve felt.   This hurt the members so bad they were crying right along Jimin, terrified at the monsters they’d become.    They hadn’t cared to think of Jimin at all they just keep taking from him.    After hours of pounding on the bathroom door, the other members decided to go to sleep, figuring they’d deal with it in the morning.    Except that time never came.   Jimin had never felt so used in his entire life. He was now questioning everything that had happened since he met the other members. Were they ever really his friends, or did they just fake a friendship to get into his pants.   When Jimin heard the noise stop, he waited for a bit before opening the door and sliding out of the room.   With only his phone in his hand, he quietly left the dorm and took a taxi to his grandmother’s house. Jimin’s grandparents were shocked upon seeing the crying mess of a boy, but ushered him in anyway. Mentally exhausted, Jimin was thankful his family let him go straight to bed.   ===============================================================================   Jimin stayed holed up in his room for a whole weak, only occasionally going out to get food. For the rest of the time, Jimin covered himself in blankets and sobbed onto his childhood teddy bear.    The next morning, Jin had visited the Park residence hoping to convince Jimin to come back, put upon hearing the doorbell, Jimin ran behind the couch and pleadingly looked at his grandparents to not invite him in. Jin left with a dejected look on his face.   Eventually this behavior got to be too much for Jimin’s grandparents and they decided it was time for Jimin to go back to his group.   Jimin also figured it was time, because even if his members had hurt him, they were still his group, and nothing could come between him and his fans.   The next morning Jimin joined the other members in dance practice. He expected the instructor to yell at him for his absence, but instead he shot Jimin a supportive smile and told him to get in place.   Surprisingly for the rest of the evening, all of the other members were the one to mess up the choreography, Jimin was flawless.   After their practice finished, Yoongi looked at Jimin hopefully and asked him if he was coming back with them. Jimin nodded his head, looking down at the floor, as he walked past the other members to sit in the front seat of their car.   The car ride was very silent, as Jimin listened to music in the front seat, and the other members had no idea what to say to him or each other.    For the next couple of months, the whole group never stopped pleading and apologizing to Jimin individually, treating him like a prince.   Jin always gently woke him up in the morning and made him food before anyone else.   Namjoon made sure he was always comfortable and offered to carry him when he was tired.   Yoongi looked out for him, never letting a higher-up make decisions he wasn't comfortable with.   Hoseok always gave him extra care at dance practices, never getting upset when Jimin missed a step.   Jungkook stopped teasing Jimin and offered him cuddles and affection all the time.   But it wasn’t until Taehyung came to him, in the middle of the night, sobbing and begging Jimin to forgive them, hanging onto Jimin like a koala, did he begin to forgive his bandmates.   It was a very long road ahead, taking a year before Jimin and the boy’s relationship was like it used to be, but Jimin had changed. He was no longer the innocent, naive boy from Busan, no, he was now guarded and cold. He no longer starved for attention and turned away from affection.   This reminded the other boys, every day, what they had done to a boy once much better than themselves. This was in fact their life long punishment, forever being reminded of the loving boy Jimin used to be, and the one he now was. End Notes so if u want, y'all can come scream at me on tumblr or askfm: minjiminieee (T) and vminkookk (ask) Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!