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His body melted against Jungkook's as the older took control. His shaft slid against his own before it entered him for the second round that night.

"Ah-Ah D-Don't stop!" His own voice echoed inside of the large room as the other roughly entered his clenching hole of sin. It was slow in the beginning, slow but rough. And it made him all the more hornier to say the least.

Jungkook smirked as his pace quickened and he grabbed the boy's cheeks, pulling them apart—creating more space for him to penetrate into the softness of the younger's insides.

His own moans filled the room as the older's member massaged his insides in the best way possible. The large bed rocked along their pace as he met up with Jungkook's thrusts, easer to be filled to the rim, to feel more of Jungkook.

He gripped the sheets with his small hands as he came closer to the finish line. With every thrust came a moan from his side and a grunt from the other's. It was a pleasant mixture of dominance and submission.

"You like that don't you? I knew you were such a slut from the minute I saw you. Y-you even sent dirty pictures of yourself to strangers, t-that's gonna stop now baby, 'cause now your only mine." He said with his husky voice as his member dove in and out of the humid hole. His grip around his waist tightened as the sentence slipped out of his tense jaw.

"Ah! Yes o-only yours, only you-yours!"

Jimin woke up, sweat pouring down the surface of his face like the Negara falls. He breathed out a breath of relief as he noticed it must have been a dream, a very horrible dream, but at least only a dream. He opened his eyes and tried to adjust them to the light, then they tiredly began scanning the room, for what,  he didn't know, but he knew he couldn't be too safe.

His shoulders jumped as well as his heart when he felt something move besides him. There was an arm, a golden, bronze arm. And attached to that arm was a body, a body which resembled the statue of his capturer: Jungkook.
Jimin's eyes enlarged themselves and he quickly pulled down the silk sheets which had draped its way around their bodies. Once the sheets had fallen to the floor in a haste he realized, it hadn't been a dream. His screams, jungkook's thrusts, his moans, Jungkook's groans, it had all been reality. A reality which he himself had put himself into.

He panicked, his hands pushed themselves up into a sitting position as he then hurriedly made his way out of the large bed. His not yet awakened body clumsily moved towards the open door, he didn't bother with keeping quiet or acting careful, he just needed to get out. He's fucked up big time, and now there's no way Jungkook will ever let him go by will, now he's going to be even more attached— as if that's even possible. It's as if he's buried alive and instead of digging up, trying to find a way out. He starts digging down, surrounding himself with more possibly sorrow and pessimistic endings.

The small boy stumbled his way out of the room and was met by a big white room, the one Jungkook had shown him with the marble floors. He had no idea how to manage to find his way out of this hell hole, so instead he came up with another idea. He know how to make it to the kitchen, so there he can grab a knife and force Jungkook into getting him out of there, simple!

But of course nothing so easy will go well.

He ran across the large room, his bare feet stuck to the tiles slightly due to the nervous sweat that was moving down his body. The sounds he produced echoed against the tall walls making him feel even more nervous, it felt as if he was trapped in a tunnel with no end.

Once he made it to the kitchen he quickly began opening drawers and cabins of all sorts. He didn't find anything valuable in the spaces he had searched through, there was only one drawer left so he knew that had to be the one filled with knifes and similar objects.

He was light on his feet as he hurried towards the drawer, once he finally got his hands upon the handle it... it wouldn't open. It was stuck. Jimin's cheeks flushed in devastation as he tried to open the drawer. But no matter how many times his slippery hands tried, it wouldn't budge. It was impossible, and after a time of useless tries he noted there was a baby lock attached on the side of the drawer.
Jimin groaned in despair and hopelessness as he pulled at the handle one more time, as if it would just magically open.

"Well, well, well...What do we have here?"

Jimin's head turned as quick as the lightning strike when he heard the grim voice. He could hear the smirk the other had displayed on his face without even having to look at the other's face.

Jungkook stood leaned against the kitchen's doorframe with his arms folded over his chest as he looked at Jimin with a heavy gaze.

He was dressed in black pant suits along with the black shirt he has worn yesterday and a red blazer. His hair was already styled as well, it was almost as if he had given Jimin the time to do whatever he wanted on purpose. As if he wanted to catch him in action.

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"Here you are, completely naked inside of our kitchen..Do you not have any shame in that luscious boy of yours?" The tall male asked as he began taking slow steps towards Jimin's frightened figure.

At least a million thoughts swam inside of Jimin's clouded mind, should he lie? Should he tell the truth? What will he do? Will he punish him? Kill him? Take him by force? He didn't want any of that, so he simply kept his mouth quiet as the other was closing in on him.

He was shaking by now, drops of salty sweat passing over his chapped lips as he looked at the other man.

He was backed into the stove as Jungkook continued walking towards him. Then he finally stopped once his and Jimin's bodies were mashed together in against the surface of the modern stove.

"Hm? You shouldn't be naked in a kitchen, especially not after having indulged in some rough fucking." Jungkook spoke with a grumbly voice as he brung his hand up to stroke up alongside Jimin's left bicep.

Jimin closed his eyes as he listened to the other's sentence. He was disgusted with himself, he had let himself been taken by the one who's tormented his entire life, the one who had killed his parents. He bit his lips to stop them from shaking as Jungkook leaned closer.

"If you're gonna' dirty our kitchen, at least do it thoroughly." He whispered as his large hands wandered down Jimin's figure. Jimin gasped at the coldness of the other's large hands. They wandered down his waist before he grabbed Jimin's smaller hands in his own. Jimin looked up at the older with confusion written over the entirety of his face. But the confusion was quickly replaced with shock as he was pushed down onto the floor, it stung as his skin met the cold marble.

"Do you really think I would be so reckless to leave dangerous objects in your range?" Jungkook asked in between gritted teeth as he walked over and proceeded to squat down next to Jimin's shivering body.

"A conjecture of mine is that I must punish you now. You need to be tame, I can't have a wild beast as my partner now can I?" The dark haired male said with a deep voice as he gripped Jimin by the hair.

Jimin screamed in pain as Jungkook started dragging him across the floor by the roots of his hair.

"I-it hurts! Please st-stop!" Jimin pleaded as the older made his body drag against the marble, probably creating some harsh burn marks.
This apparently made Jungkook stop and he suddenly let go of Jimin's hair without warning. This lead to Jimin's skull meeting the ground in an extremely painful collision.

"You think it doesn't hurt me to find you trying to find a weapon you can use against me? So why would I care if I hurt you?" He asked as he looked down at Jimin's laying form. Jimin barely heard Jungkook's words as he was too busy holding his throbbing head.

"I asked you a question you imbecile!" Jungkook snapped as he tightened his knuckles while looking at the younger with a dangerous glare. Jimin knew what could happen now, he had experienced it first hand. He did not want to wake up numb again, so he did what he did best: give up.

Jimin looked up at Jungkook, wincing at the pain which filled his head due to the quick movement. "Y-you shouldn't care I-if you hurt me." He said with a weak voice. His eyes were drowning in his own tear drops but he would not cry, he promised himself he wouldn't be as weak as he is, he wanted to restore his dignity, his confidence. But he couldn't change the way he was, so sooner than later the tears were streaming down his face, mixing in with the sweat which had dried into stains on his pale complexion. 

"That's fucking right." Jungkook whispered before he retained the grip in Jimin's hair.

Jimin was then quiet as he was dragged to the unsteady future. Who knew what it would bring? Death? Torture? Worse? Jimin once again did not want to know so he let himself be dragged towards his (hopefully) death. He didn't have the fight inside of him to dare do anything to stop the other anymore. He was simply too worn out, too weak, too much of a pussy. And it may be the thing that either costs his life, or saves it.

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Author's Note 💫

Yay, I finally updated this book!
And I saw a lot of you wanted more detailed smut, and trust me there'll be a lot of smut coming up... and if it's smut you want then perhaps you'll be happy reading the next chapter...

AND REALLY IMPORTANT QUESTION!!! Did u notice the gifs in the beginning? Did u like it? I only tried it out, but I think I wanna continue adding more gifs in certain scenes. BUT TELL ME IF IT SUCKS THEN I WON'T DO IT!!!

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-Inez ♡