SMUT (skip the smut if you don't want to read it, there is small plot below)

Jimin's plump lips were taken by Jungkook. Since Jimin is a submissive bitch, he already opened his mouth to let Jungkook swerve his tongue inside, exploring every inch and making him tipsy. When Jungkook pulled away they both gasped for air, however it was Yoongi's turn now. The boy had already unbuckled Jimin's pants, pulling it down and showing off his purple underwear. In all honesty it made Jimin blush, but Yoongi thought it was pretty cute, including Jungkook.

The brown haired boy brushed his lips against Jimin's once more, sucking his bottom lip and licking the saliva that seemed to drool out of his mouth because of Yoongi's hand palming him through his underwear. "Kookie, you know what to do." Jungkook slowly pulled his lips away, looking into Jimin with half hooded eyes and lust filled into them.

"Of course I do." Yoongi pulled his own shirt off, including Jimin's, leaving beautiful kisses on his nape and back. Jungkook ran into the bathroom and got a little surprise for Jimin as a punishment. He pulled off his own shirt, too, revealing his sculpted muscles. One damn good reason why being a dancer was beautiful.

When he came back into the room, Jimin was sprawled on the couch, a heated, moaning mess. He already had a fucking finger inside of him, getting all prepped for dick. Oh, how wrong he was. He snuck behind Jimin, with his thick ass being shamelessly in the air. Yoongi's voice became deep and raspy, just the way Jimin loved it. When Jungkook sat beside Yoongi, Jimin didn't register the sinking feeling in the couch, because he was just so eager to get filled up again.

"Hey, sweetie, let's go on the bed." Jungkook suggested, watching Yoongi stop preparing Jimin's asshole. He already put all three fingers in, so he was more than enough for what he had in mind. Shakily, they helped him into Yoongi's room, and peppered him in kisses, but all Jimin wanted right now was to be touched. They wouldn't allow him to even help his situation with his dick, which made him whine and became frustrated.

"Hold on, baby. We have something else planned for you." Yoongi growled. Jimin stared into Yoongi's eyes, wondering what they had in mind, however all thoughts had dispersed as he felt something cool and large get shoved into his ass. "J-Jungkook?!" He gasped, looking down at the smirking boy. Then, his wrists were held by Yoongi. He stared questionably, though that soon faded when cuffs were snapped onto them, both hands being attached to each end of the headboard of the bed. He couldn't move, now. Not really. 

"Guys... What is this?"

"It's your punishment, Jiminnie." But Jungkook's face softened, "Do you want to stop?" Jimin shook his head, his face beat red. Jungkook smiled, and Yoongi smirked. He always knew his boy was kinky. "Okay, good." He took out a strange looking remote, which of course Jimin didn't understand why at first. Though his mouth suddenly gaped open and loud moans melted out of his mouth at the unexpected feeling of whatever Jungkook shoved up his ass, vibrating to the max.

His face was thrown back, eyes rolled in the back of his head while his legs were spread open as he boldly rubbed his ass against the bedsheets. The two boys were savouring the sight for many minutes, teasing by lowering the settings to the slowest and then unexpectedly throwing it back up to the highest. Jimin squirmed, cried, screamed, whined and begged sinfully to cum, to be fucked. They were slowly giving in, because the sight in front of them made them both extremely hard. They were already down in their underwear themselves, slowly palming their painful erection.

"I can't take this." Jungkook finally gave in, pulling himself out of his undergarments. He took the vibrator out and crawled on top of Jimin, who immediately latched his legs around Jungkook's waist.

"F-Fuck me please," He choked, "I'm so hard for you. Please, make me cum with both of your cocks buried deep inside me...!" The sweat beading off of his body made him look dirty, but to Jungkook, that was fucking hot. He grabbed the key from the bedside table and unlocked the cuffs. His body was instantaneously greeted with needy hands, rubbing all over his body and pulling his head down for a heated kiss as Jimin attempted to rub his erection against Jungkook's.

Jungkook growled into the kiss, grinding back down and earning a high pitched sob from Jimin. Jungkook pulled away, gripping onto Jimin's hips as he slowly pressed himself inside. Jimin hissed in pain at first, however knowing that it was going to be fucking amazing after was what was making him eager for all of this. Strangely enough, Yoongi interrupted by adding a cock ring into the mix. Jimin whined, knowing his cumming was now in complete control in their hands. Minutes after, Jimin gave Jungkook the go. He started slowly thrusting, getting used to it before he started getting quicker.

Jungkook swallowed Jimin's moans, his tongue definitely exploring the depths of his throat. Slobber drooled out of Jimin's mouth, legs shaking in an attempt to keep his waist closer to Jungkook; however with Kookie's strong grasp on his bruising hips, he needn't worry about falling.

"I'm gonna cum!" Jimin gasped, feeling his body spasm, soon seeing a wall of white overcast his vision. For a beautiful minute, he was numb and couldn't hear; mouth hung open and limp in Jungkook's grasp.

"This was his first dry orgasm." Yoongi chuckled, kissing his cheek. "Cute." Slowly, Jimin's consciousness came back when he remembered the problem that still throbbed below. However, he couldn't see it anymore, as Yoongi was right over top of him, both knees on each side of Jimin's face. He was already so willing to do this, he obliged right away when he tasted his cock in his mouth.

Being fucked in both holes made Jimin feel so complete. So fucking dirty. It turned him on so much. This act continued for a while; Jungkook fucked him so hard, right into his prostate, he could only feel pleasure and nothing else as his legs began to feel numb. He couldn't really breathe either, but he didn't mind.

"I'm close- " Yoongi stuttered, and Jungkook's rhythm was quickly failing him, signalling he was also close, too. A few more thrusts and Jungkook took off Jimin's cock ring. First, Yoongi came, and Jimin swallowed it all. He pulled out, gently stroking at Jimin's face to keep him awake.

"Cum for us, baby." Yoongi whispered in his ear. Then, Jimin felt an overwhelming wave of heat cross over him as he literally saw stars. Jungkook also spilled his seed, slowly slipping out of Jimin's sensitive hole. The pink haired boy was tingling with overstimulation, but also felt really exhausted. He was slowly drifting in and out of awareness, though his boyfriends were already there for him. They told him to sleep, while they would clean him off. They then spent the night together in his bed, cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to each other. 

-  -  -  - 

"If you really can't let him go... Use your hate, Jimin. Use it to exact your revenge on Yoongi." Jimin had been stressing over Yoongi for a year now. Jimin was still upset, and didn't want to change like Jin was. But, over time, Jimin knew there was something growing inside of him that he was afraid of.

Jin helped him with his first, well... Guinea pig. They were only playing with her feelings, taking advantage of her weakened mental state. She was an abusive mother to her daughters who weren't even related by blood, which of course made Jin target her. He wanted to play with her before he killed her, taking the daughters back with him and Jimin.

Those girls were the second and third people Jin kidnapped – saved. He gave them a roof over their heads, even taught them to become what he was. To help others. Jimin didn't find it moral, not at first. He was very much against the idea, but the more he thought about Yoongi's betrayal, the more Jimin found himself not caring that much.

He was nothing without Yoongi.

It had been a year, but now he was getting numb over it all. One day, as he walked down a street, he watched a young boy being beat by his father. Jimin's hands balled into fists, his limbs twitching with anxiety and boiling rage.

"D-Dad, stop!" Jimin cried out as another angry kick filled his stomach.

"We're getting along, aren't we, boy? I'm comforting you for breaking a fuckin' glass and waking me up!" He grabbed at Jimin's hair, pulling him up and then dragged him into the living room, shoving him down to the ground. Jimin remained on the floor, knowing fully well he fucked up by making noise in the kitchen. He didn't even break glass... "Let's have a little family time."

"Really? We're having family time with this little brat?" His mother spat out, halting in her actions angrily. She was eating chips and watching TV, but thanks to Jimin she was losing her concentration and motivation to watch anymore.

"Why not? We can play beat-the-trash. Fun, right, sweetie?" He suggested, placing his foot against Jimin's head, squishing it against the floor. Jimin cringed with pain as he looked to his mom for help; however he already knew that she wouldn't.

She hated him.

"Alright, fine. Let's play." She said with venom, finally standing up. Her husband praised her, removing his foot from Jimin's skull.

"Filthy pig," He hissed to Jimin. The man went to sit down, eating the chips as he watched Jimin's mom.

Jimin wasn't crying, not yet. He just wanted to get this over with – he was used to it. She walked up to him, staring down at him. Jimin felt intimidated by her disgusted gaze. This was his own mother, the person who was supposed to be raising him right since he was born. He didn't feel anything near safe around her.

"Mama, please don't..." He begged, sitting on his knees. He gently tugged at her pant leg, his giant, broken puppy eyes not leaving hers. He was terrified, as always, because he really didn't want to get hurt. He just wanted a normal family. He wanted to be with his daddy. He wanted his mommy to love him.

She simply tilted her head, as if to think about it. She kneeled down, now face to face with her own son. The look of repulsion was still there, and it still hurt Jimin. "Mama please," He continued, his eyes now soaking. She brought a hand to his chubby cheek, softly, gently. Jimin was taken aback. Was mama going to be nice today?

But... Then she started squeezing his cheek. At first he thought maybe it could be a kind gesture, however it started pinching, and then it started really hurting. At one point it just became so unbearable and he pulled away with a whimper. "Mama, what are—"

Whack!

Jimin went quiet. The sting on his cheek was nothing compared to the thought that his mother wouldn't ever change. He was wrong to think that. As if on cue, she yelled at him, beating him up as her husband laughed at the pathetic being underneath her. "Happy 8th birthday, son."

Worthless.

Useless.

Ugly.

Hideous.

Horrific.

Bastard.

Monster.

Now, seeing the boy being beaten by his father, Jimin's eyes burned with fury. He had finally snapped. "Yeah, I'll be sure to use my anger well." 

Min Yoongi... Why not have a little game?

Jimin's eyes shot open with an audible gasp. He was sweating profoundly and he felt paralyzed. He looked around the dark room, feeling beads of sweat roll off of his forehead and other places on his body. Jimin couldn't move; he was too scared and confused. Was meeting Yoongi and Kookie all a dream? Was he back into the hell he never wanted to be in?

Where is Yoongi? Where is Jungkook?

His little fingers slowly moved around the bed he was in, hoping to god that everything he had with Yoongi wasn't a dream. Yoongi... Jungkook... Where are they? Where are they?! Please don't let it be a dream! Please please please-!

"Jimin cut it out you're gonna poke my eye out."

With that, Jimin let the biggest exhale out in his life. He was so relieved. Jimin looked over, seeing a faint line of Jungkook's body. Oh god, he was just so happy right now. They were real. He smiled so widely, his adorable crescent-filled eyes were definitely prominent to the boy in front of him.

"Wait... Jimin, are you crying?"

"N-No..." Jungkook sighed, crawling closer to him and wrapping his arms around the shaking boy. He stroked his hair, looking at the ceiling although he was dead tired. Jimin kissed Kookie's arm, which was the only thing he could reach without moving his head from the comforting grasp he was in. Yoongi was sleeping in the same bed, but he was still knocked out. 

"You're okay," Jungkook hummed. Jimin knew he was alright. He had Jungkook and Yoongi. It was just a nightmare of his past. It's okay, Jimin isn't like that anymore.

Jimin slowly drifted back into sleep, cuddling into his boyfriend's arms.

Hey, Jin... I guess this means I won.

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its finally finished!

this is the end! oh my goodness i feel so many things rn, guys i hope u feel emotional too ;-;

i loved these characters very much and im glad u guys still love little jiminnie <3

so now onto jin and his past... will namjoon reveal it or will jin still remain a mystery? who knows! we'll see in the next fanfic!!

Jimin: Thank you guys, for reading my story-

Yoongi: Jimin shut up, it's mine.

Jungkook: Excuse me, but I think it's mine!

-all bow, including me-

Thank you for reading and enjoying it all!

(the sequel is out now! Its called Innocence, please give it as much love as black butterfly <3)