Minnie slid his shirt off in one swift movement and took a seat on the couch.

"You've seen this already haven't you?" The man asked Yoongi, who stood petrified in the room as he clenched his camera in his hands.

"Yeah..." the photographer said, looking lost like he wasn't quite believing what was happening.

"Then..." the filter continued, dragging his tounge across his lips as he stared up at Yoongi. "Do you want to see more? Do you want me to wear less clothes?"

Yoongi nodded immediatly, gulping like a nervous teen that was about to lose their virginity.

"Then you should come and take it off of me," Minnie said, glancing at his zipper as he dared the photographer to pull it down.

Yoongi pursed his lips before carefully shuffeling forward, nearly trembling as he reached out his hand.

"Jimin... does this mean you like me?" The photographer asked as he gently tugged at the filter's zipper.

Minnie grinned, taking over from Yoongi as he unbuttoned his jeans. "Is that what you want? It is right? You want Jimin to be yours?"

Yoongi frowned for a second. "Did you... just refer to yourself in third-person?"

Minnie's lips parted as his slip up got pointed out, but he did well at distracting the photographer by hastily pressing his lips onto the man's.

"Better get your camera ready," he said after smirking at the photographer's shocked expression.

After a moment of being perplexed Yoongi nodded again and backed up, hiding behind his camera as he focused it on Minnie.

The filter wurmed himself out of his jeans and carelessly threw the piece of garment away.

He gazed into the camera, waiting for Yoongi to take his pictures, and he wasn't disappointed.

The man behind the camera started snapping, trying mutliple angles as Minnie simply sat there.

He wasn't a model like Jim, but with his looks, posing wasn't neccesairy.

Minnie did however, dip his fingers past the waistband of his boxers, and bit his lips as the camera kept flashing.

"Want more cameraman? Less clothes?"

Yoongi nodded shamelessly, completely caught up in catching every single part of Jimin, close-ups, left to right, he mapped everything out and he wasn't stopping.

Minnie seductively tugged at his underwear, showing just a peek first, as if to make Yoongi's apparant lust for him even bigger.

"Jimin... you were right," the photographer said, his voice heavy with desire. "I've wanted to fuck you since I first got to take your pictures," he confessed.

Minnie's eyes fluttered and as if a sudden surge of pure hate came from deep within him out of nowhere. They flashed with the tinyest amount of indignance and anger, but he didn't show it all too much.

"Ofcourse you did," he whispered, an uncomfertable shudder taking the filter by suprise before he made a move to expose his entire body and give the photographer what he'd been waiting for.

Minnie's stared at Yoongi with only an icey cold in his pitchblack eyes before someone loudly banged against the door.

The photographer flinched and nearly dropped his camera as he got zapped out of his focus.

"Well photographer... I guess our time is up," the filter said with a sigh, keeping his boxers on as he stretched himself out on the couch.

Yoongi's brows furrowed in confusion and he walked towards the front door. "Uh, I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting any visitors today... I'm supposed to be working right now..."

Minnie hummed, calmly staring up at the white ceiling above him as he listened to Yoongi opening the door.

"WHERE IS HE!"

"Jungkoo-?"

Minnie sat up and watched Jungkook bulldoze Yoongi backwards by his neck to slam him against the wall.

"W-why are you," Yoongi stammered as Jungkook's fingers tightened around his throat.

"Tell me," Jungkook growled, trembling with a rage that stripped away the last bit of sanity the student had left.

Yoongi's eyes carefully traveled to the couch as if Jungkook were a terrifying monster that was about to kill him.

Jungkook snapped his head towards the couch and instantly saw red.

"Did you touch him?!" He roared into the photographer's face.

Yoongi shook his head and whimpered, petrified as Jungkook threatingly got closer to his face with a menacing glare.

The skin around Jungkook's eyes tightened. "I hope so for your sake, he'll tell me if you did... he will-...."

Jungkook felt his soul crack but pushed through the pain and grief.

He felt a strong urge to keep squeezing Yoongi's airway shut grow, but what was more important right now was getting his Jimin home.

Jungkook dropped the photographer and stormed towards Minnie, who was lying on the couch as he looked at Jungkook with dull eyes.

"Jimin's prince in shining armour has come to rescue him again," he said sappily, stretching out his limbs as he flaunted off his body.

"Like what you see dear knight?" He asked as he opened his legs. "Want to take me on this couch as your reward for saving me?"

"Shut up," Jungkook said sharply, before grabbing the filter's arm to pull him off the couch.

"Put your clothes back on," he ordered as he picked Jim's jeans off the ground and handed them to Minnie.

Minnie shook his head and folded his hands behind his back. "No," he said plainly, defiantly looking Jungkook in the eyes.

"I've figured out what you want knight. You want a damsel in distress. Someone you can save."

Minnie perked up an eyebrow as he gazed deeply into Jungkook's eyes. "So go ahead," he said, a small smirk creeping onto his face.

"Save me."

~~~

Jungkook opened the door and guided Minnie into his apartement.

"I've been here before," Minnie said as he walked through the hallway. "But I was either roofied or drunk... probably both."

Jungkook closed the door. How could someone act so casual about that? It was like Minnie's mind wasn't connected to Jimin's body at all. As if he were only controlling it.

Minnie held a blanket that came from Yoongi's couch around his body since that had been the only thing he agreed to shield himself with. Though the man dropped the thing to the floor the moment he entered the livingroom.

Jungkook walked after Minnie but stayed still once he reached the entrance of the livingroom.

"What else do you remember from that night?" he asked with a steel expression.

Minnie took a seat on the dinnertable and stacked his legs over one another. "Not much, why? Did we fuck?"

Jungkook's expression remained strong. "No," he said. "I wouldn't fuck you if I was held at gunpoint."

Minnie cocked his head, the atmophere shifting as he squinted at Jungkook.

"Really?" He asked as if he wasn't buying it al all. "It's obvious you want to have Jimin. I know your secret. You haven't fucked him yet. You haven't been able to fulfill your dreams yet."

Minnie slowly slid off his boxers as he held eyecontact with Jungkook.

"You want it badly don't you?" He said as he threw the pair of underwear to the other side of the room. "You just wanna burry your cock in Jimin's ass and make him beg-"

"You should go rest," Jungkook interrupted as if the filter had never been speaking in the first place.

"I'll make some tea," he said as he walked towards the kitchen. "Do you want something to eat? You haven't eaten yet."

Jungkook glanced at the filter to make sure he was still there, but the man was staring at Jungkook without realising his lips were parted.

"Taehyung made cheesecake. He says baking is his new passion now. We'll see how long that lasts." Jungkook chuckled. "I'll set some on a plate for you, it's actually pretty great."

"What's wrong with you?" Minnie asked, staring hard at Jungkook as if his mind was working over-hours trying to figure out why he couldn't please this man.

"You want me. It's obvious you want me. Why don't you take me? I'm yours, I'm here to do with as you please... why don't you-"

"I told you already," Jungkook said, barely looking over his shoulder after dipping a tea bag into a cup of steaming hot water.

"I don't remember."

Jungkook turned around. "Well I promised to never let you forget."

He edged back towards Minnie in a calm yet intimedating way.

"I..." he said, coming closer and closer to the very confused filter. "Love..." he continued, perfectly articulating each word he spoke to burn it into Minnie's mind. "You."

Jungkook was inches away from Minnie now, and though the filter was buttnaked the student only stared into his eyes. Those dark eyes that still didn't allow any light to enter yet. Those orbs that lived like they were still in the shadows.

"You can't," Minnie said. "You're lying. Just like the others."

"What others?"

"Jimin's other boyfriends. They fucked us and threw us out. They told Jiminie they loved him, they told Jim they would never leave, they told me I was a slut."

Minnie looked bitter and filled with more resent than usual. "You want to fix us? You think you can solve the magic puzzle? You don't know anything. The others will never accept me. They will never understand."

Jungkook shook his head. "Yes they will."

"They will?" Minnie scoffed. "Not even you accept me. You think Jimin would be better off without me like everyone else."

"That's not-"

"I was the one that helped Jimin surive!" Minnie shouted uncharacteristically, cutting off Jungkook's defence. "I let those beasts fuck me so that Jimin wouldn't feel it! Wouldn't remember! I took it, I took that pain! And for Jim say that it was nothing... for him to say I wasn't needed!"

Minnie shuddered and trembled and started growing less stable with each word.

"It's fine the pain... I can handle the monsters... the people of the shadows, the men who take advantage, the ones who tell lies..." Minnie darted his eyes up at Jungkook as he pressed his finger against the man's chest.

"But no one can tell me I'm useless to Jimin." The filter said through gritted teeth. "Because at one moment I was all he had."

~~~

Jungkook attentively watched Minnie eat the cheesecake and drink the tea at the dinnertable.

"Is this what you're into? Foodplay?" Minnie asked as he perked his eyebrow at Jungkook.

The student chuckled and shook his head as he kept waiting for Minnie to finish the food.

"Ever had cheesecake before?"

Minnie licked his fork clean. "No."

"Do you like it?"

Minnie immediatly looked at Jungkook with a sceptical look in his eyes. It was clear Minnie wasn't usually asked if he liked something, and it pained Jungkook to see it.

"It was..." Minnie looked almost afraid to give his opinion. "Thank you," he said instead, sliding the empty plate away from him after finishing.

The filter drank the last few drops of his tea and after Jungkook succesfully lured Minnie to the bedroom under the false pretences that he wanted to have sex, he got the filter in bed and tucked him in nicely.

All he had to do was listen to Minnie's complains and attempts to get free until the Xanax he'd slipped into the man's cheesecake started working.

And even after Minnie stopped talking and slowly started drifting off into sleep, Jungkook kept looking at the man, seeing him for just what he was.

One human, one delicate person, with a past so haunting it couldn't even be spoken of.

"You think you can drive me away?" Jungkook asked as tears strolled down his face. He stared at Jimin's sleeping figure and part of him hated how much love and care he held for him. He hated that his heart was placed into the hands of someone who couldn't handle it. But Jungkook still wanted him. Even if Jimin would never intergrate. Even if he'd never be able to fully show himself to Jungkook. It was enough like this. Jimin would always be enough the way he was.

Jungkook felt the pain he'd been keeping away come back to him and swallow him like a tsunami. "You're stuck with me Jimin," he cried, watching his boyfriend's angel face as he slept so peacefuylly. "You can hurt me, insult me, tear yourself away. But I'll keep coming back if you like it or not. Because I promised Jimin... I'm yours... and you're mine."

Jungkook clenched his fist as another tear sprang from his eye. "I'm yours..." he repeated. "And you're mine."