Chapter five [M]

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Jimin's heart pounded in his chest as he stepped out of the sleek black car and onto the school campus.

The usual buzz of students filled the air, but today it all felt distant, like he was watching from behind a glass wall.

His body moved on autopilot as he made his way through the courtyard, his mind consumed by the inevitable encounter with Jungkook.

Jungkook had made it clear: Jimin was his now. And he wasn't about to let him forget it.

The hallways were crowded, but Jimin barely noticed the faces around him.

His steps were slow, hesitant, as though he was trying to delay the moment he knew was coming.

Every time he rounded a corner, his eyes darted nervously, searching for that familiar dark gaze that always seemed to find him.

He reached his locker, his hand hovering above the handle when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He didn't need to look at the screen to know who it was.

Jungkook: "Meet me in the old storage room. Now."

Jimin's hand tightened around his phone as he read the message.

His stomach twisted into knots as he stared at the words, feeling the weight of the command like a stone in his chest.

The old storage room was in the farthest wing of the school, rarely used and hidden away from the main traffic of students.

Jungkook had chosen it deliberately-it was the perfect place for them to meet in secret, away from prying eyes.

Letting out a shaky breath, Jimin pocketed his phone and started walking down the hall.

His feet felt heavy, every step taking him closer to something he wasn't ready for. He could feel his pulse in his ears, each beat a reminder of the power Jungkook held over him.

As he neared the old storage room, the hallway became quieter, more deserted.

The usual buzz of school life faded away, leaving only the sound of his own footsteps echoing off the walls.

The door to the storage room was slightly ajar, as if waiting for him, and Jimin hesitated for a moment, his fingers hovering over the handle before he finally pushed it open.

The room was dimly lit, the smell of old books and cleaning supplies filling the air. Shelves lined the walls, cluttered with forgotten equipment and dusty textbooks.

Jungkook was already there, leaning against one of the shelves, arms crossed as he watched Jimin enter.

His expression was unreadable, but the tension in the room was palpable.

The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

"Close the door," Jungkook's voice was low, commanding.

Jimin did as he was told, locking the door with a soft click echoing in the small space.

His heart raced as he turned to face Jungkook, his palms sweating as anxiety and anticipation clashed within him.

Jungkook pushed off the shelf and took a step toward him, the air between them thick with tension.

He didn't say anything at first, just stared at Jimin, his dark eyes scanning him from head to toe, taking in every inch of his nervous form.

"You kept me waiting," Jungkook finally said, his tone sharp but calm, as though he was scolding a disobedient child.

He took another step forward, the space between them shrinking.

"I came as fast as I could," Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible.

Jungkook's lips curled into a smirk, though his eyes remained cold. "Good. At least you're learning."

Without warning, Jungkook reached out, grabbing the front of Jimin's shirt and yanking him closer.

Jimin's breath hitched, his body tensing as Jungkook's grip tightened, pulling him flush against him.

"You know why we're here," Jungkook murmured, his voice dangerously low. "You remember what you agreed to."

Jimin's chest tightened, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and shame. He wanted to resist, to push Jungkook away and tell him this was wrong-but he couldn't.

The weight of their deal, of Jungkook's control over him, hung like a noose around his neck.

Jungkook's hands slid down to Jimin's waist, his touch possessive, sending a shiver down Jimin's spine.

The room felt too small, too intimate, and Jimin's breath came in shallow gasps as Jungkook's fingers played with the hem of his shirt.

"I haven't forgotten," Jimin whispered, his voice trembling.

"Good," Jungkook breathed, his lips dangerously close to Jimin's ear. "Because I'm not letting you out of this. Ever."

Jungkook's hand moved to the back of Jimin's neck, his fingers tangling in his hair as he pulled him even closer. Jimin's heart pounded in his chest, his body going rigid as Jungkook's lips brushed against his.

The kiss was rough, filled with dominance, and Jimin could feel the demand behind it. It wasn't gentle or tender-it was a claim.

Jimin's mind raced as Jungkook's hands roamed his body, pulling him deeper into the twisted game they were playing.

He could barely breathe as Jungkook pressed him against the wall, his hands firm and unrelenting.

Jimin knew what was coming, and the panic surged through him as he realized just how far Jungkook was willing to push.

Jungkook's hand moved lower, his intentions clear, and Jimin's heart nearly stopped.

His breathing quickened, and his hands moved instinctively to push Jungkook away, but the other boy caught his wrists, pinning them against the wall above his head.

"Don't fight me," Jungkook growled, his voice dark with warning. "You don't get to back out now."

Jimin's pulse raced, his body frozen in place as Jungkook's grip tightened. He wanted to speak, to push back against the situation-but the words caught in his throat.

The weight of their arrangement pressed down on him, and he knew he was trapped. Jungkook's control was suffocating, leaving no room for resistance.

Jungkook's hands lingered on Jimin's waist, a silent demand hanging in the air. The tension between them thickened, and Jimin's heart pounded in his chest as Jungkook pulled him closer again.

"You know what to do," Jungkook whispered, his voice steady but firm. The command was clear, and though Jimin's body trembled, he knew there was no turning back.

As Jimin lowered his gaze, the weight of their arrangement settled over him once more, leaving him with no choice but to follow Jungkook's lead.

"Get on your knees," Jungkook muttered, his gaze inevitably watching Jimin's body as he licked his lip piercing.

Jungkook watched him, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He knew he had Jimin exactly where he wanted him- under his control, powerless to resist.

Jimin could feel the heat of Jungkook's gaze on him, the way his presence loomed over him like a shadow.

"Be a good boy," Jungkook murmured, his voice low and dangerous, as he reached down to tangle his fingers in Jimin's hair. "Just show me how good you can be at following orders"

Jimin's body trembled as he obeyed, sinking to the cold floor, the sound of his shallow breaths filling the small, dimly lit room.

His knees pressed against the hard ground, and his heart pounded so loudly he could barely hear anything else. His mind was racing, a chaotic blur of fear, shame, and something else-something he didn't want to acknowledge.

Jungkook's fingers tightened in his hair, tugging his head back slightly, just enough to remind him of the control he held.

His grip wasn't harsh, but it was firm, an unspoken command that left no room for hesitation.

Jimin's hands hesitated, shaking slightly as they hovered in the air. The weight of what was expected of him pressed down like a thousand pounds, heavy and suffocating.

His throat felt tight, his body frozen in place, unable to move, even though he knew he had no choice.

The silence between them was suffocating, thick with tension and the unspoken rules of their twisted arrangement.

"You know what to do," Jungkook murmured, his voice a low, pleased rumble that echoed in the quiet room. Satisfaction danced in his tone, as if he was savoring Jimin's submission, the way he surrendered so unwillingly.

Jungkook leaned closer, his breath grazing Jimin's skin, sending a hot shiver down his spine. "Don't make me repeat myself."

Jimin's eyes fluttered shut, his chest rising and falling with each shaky breath as he tried to calm the roiling in his stomach.

Anxiety knotted within him, tightening the more he fought it, yet he couldn't bring himself to stop. He couldn't risk everything by saying no.

The weight of his mother's expectations, his family's reputation, and the secret he guarded so desperately... they all held him captive.

And Jungkook knew it. He'd always known how to push Jimin to this edge, to make him feel powerless, trapped in a web he couldn't escape.

Swallowing, Jimin finally moved, his motions hesitant, his mind screaming at him to resist, to pull back.

But he didn't.

He couldn't.

Jungkook's gaze burned into him, following every move with a smoldering intensity that made Jimin's skin prickle.

The air was stifling, heavy with unsaid words, and Jimin's heart raced as he allowed himself to fall deeper into the moment, feeling the inevitability of his situation.

With a barely controlled breath, Jimin began unbuckling Jungkook's belt, his hands unsteady.

He hesitated, then reached lower, his fingers brushing the waistband of Jungkook's underwear, feeling the damp heat radiating from it.

A dark patch stained the fabric, like a little proof Jungkook enjoyed Jimin's suffering.

Without a word, he slid them down, his heart thundering in his chest. The tension between them was thick, consuming.

Jungkook's cock sprang free, red and slick at the tip, a bead of pre-cum glistening as it hit his stomach.

He let out a low sigh, a sound of deep relief from finally being freed from the restraints.

"Stick out your tongue, baby."

Baby.

The word "baby" rolled off Jungkook's tongue in a way that made Jimin flush with shame and a confusing jolt of desire.

The sound of it, intimate and possessive, sent an embarrassing thrill through him, igniting something unwanted in the pit of his stomach.

He found himself obeying, sticking his tongue out, his gaze lifting to meet Jungkook's.

He hated how badly he wanted this, how it felt almost... right.

Jungkook gave his length a couple of slow strokes, his other hand still tangled in Jimin's hair.

He pressed the head of his cock against Jimin's tongue, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Suck."

Humiliation burned through Jimin, overwhelming the tinges of arousal that had sparked within him.

Reluctantly, he closed his lips around Jungkook's length, his movements slow, his head bobbing gently.

But Jungkook didn't like it slowly.

He like it hard.

Painful and intense.

Jungkook's hand tighten in the blonde student's hair, guiding Jimin's motions with deliberate, increasing pressure.

"Come on suck it harder you whore"

Each second dragged on, tension building, and Jimin could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the shame settling deep in his bones.

"Fuck..." Jungkook's moan was low, almost a growl as he started bucking his hips, quickening his pace.

The pressure intensified, and Jimin felt himself gagging, desperate for air, but unable to pull away.

"You like being used, don't you?" Jungkook's voice was laced with something dark, satisfaction dripping from each word.

He leaned closer, his breaths harsh and ragged, before spitting on Jimin's flushed face, the act both degrading and deliberate.

Jungkook's gaze stayed locked on him, a smirk tugging at his lips as he tilted his head back, looking down with a smug sense of possession.

"Admit it-you love the way I ruin you," he growled, his fingers gripping Jimin's chin, forcing their eyes to meet. The words hung thick in the air, challenging, leaving no room for escape.

Tears stung Jimin eyes, spilling over as he looked up pleadingly, but Jungkook didn't care-he was caught up, something about Jimin's helplessness pulling him closer, driving him further.

With a harsh grip, Jungkook forced himself deeper, filling Jimin's throat until he felt himself reaching the edge.

Profanities escaped his lips as he shuddered, his release following seconds later.

Jungkook pulled out quickly, his hand wrapping around himself to stroke the last few times, spilling over Jimin's face with a low, sated "fuck."

Jimin's thoughts were a tangled mess, confusion and frustration swirling, but all he could feel was the weight of powerlessness, like he was entirely under Jungkook's control.

The room was silent save for their ragged breathing, the air dense with unspoken tension and the remnants of lust.

"Good boy," Jungkook murmured, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction. He looked down at Jimin, his tone devoid of affection, holding only the cold knowledge that he had Jimin exactly where he wanted him.

Jimin didn't respond. Not when Jungkook's length had been filling his mouth, and certainly not now, as Jungkook leaned in, bending down to Jimin's level.

Jungkook's face hovered close, his gaze dark and focused, before he lowered his mouth and let his tongue trace a slow, deliberate path along Jimin's cheek, savoring the taste of his own release as he licked it off Jimin's skin.

The gesture was both intimate and degrading, every second of Jungkook's attention drawn out to savor Jimin's helplessness.

Jimin's body tensed, but he remained still, each flicker of Jungkook's tongue across his skin sending a rush of humiliation through him, sinking in deeper with every lingering second.

His mind was numb, his body moving on autopilot, trapped in the haze of the moment.

He despised the way Jungkook made him feel-so small, so helpless, as if his world was spiraling beyond his control.

But even as he longed to fight back, to reclaim just a sliver of his dignity, he knew he was bound to the deal they'd made.

And Jungkook wasn't going to let him forget it

Finally, Jungkook released his grip on Jimin's hair, stepping back slightly, though his gaze never left him. The smirk on his lips was enough to make Jimin's stomach turn. Slowly, shakily, Jimin pushed himself to his feet, his legs weak and his hands trembling.

"See?" Jungkook said, his voice casual, as if nothing had just happened. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Jimin swallowed hard, his throat dry as he avoided Jungkook's eyes. His heart was still racing, and the shame that had settled deep in his chest felt unbearable. But he didn't say a word. There was nothing he could say that would change any of this.

Jungkook leaned back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching Jimin with that same smug expression. "Remember, this is what you agreed to, Park Jimin. So don't go pretending like you're some kind of victim here."

Jimin's hands clenched into fists at his sides, but he still didn't speak. He couldn't afford to argue with Jungkook, not now-not when so much was at stake.

His mother, his family, Kai... He couldn't let them find out about any of this. So he swallowed his pride, bit back the anger and humiliation that burned in his throat, and nodded stiffly.

"Good." Jungkook pushed off the wall, brushing past Jimin as he headed for the door. "Don't make me wait next time."

With that, he was gone, leaving Jimin standing in the empty storage room, his chest heaving with the weight of what had just happened.

The room felt colder, emptier now that Jungkook had left, and Jimin felt as though the walls were closing in on him.

He pressed a hand to his chest, trying to steady his breath, but the shame and guilt that swirled inside him were impossible to shake.

His knees felt weak, and he had to lean against the wall for support, his mind still reeling from the encounter.

This wasn't how things were supposed to be. But here he was, trapped in a life he couldn't control, bound to Jungkook by a deal that he could never take back.

And for the first time, Jimin wasn't sure how long he could keep going.

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Sorry for late update overflowed with exams and interrogations TT

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