⚠️ Warning ⚠️

This chapter contains non-consentual touching and sex, not in the valid details. Therefore, stay cautious.

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The look in his eyes was colder than the metal pressed against his chin. The man slightly grazes the gun down his chin and pressed it against his throat, sending shivers down his spine. The buff man licked his lips, watching the little guy's Adam's apple bob up and down. 

“Go now. It might get you killed if something happens to him” the buff guy whispers huskily. Jimin nods reluctantly, his hands trembling in fear. 

He goes back to the man on the bed. Even though from the back, he could see how the man's skin is getting paler as time pass by. 

“Shit. Shit. Shit” Jimin curses repeatedly as the blood kept overflowing. His panic only adding more trouble to the situation. He was sure, whoever they were, they were not someone to be messed with. It not like everyone carries around a gun these days. 

“Shh…such dirty words doesn't suit you, sweetheart” The man on the bed whispers. His voice sounding octaves deeper as it sounded sleepy. Jimin flinched at his thought.

When did he even hear his normal voice in the first place? And why the fuck is that man still conscious after he gave him anesthesia?!

A amused chuckle resonated from the back, making him gulp.

“S-sir. I might have to give you more anesthesia since it seems to lose it's effect” Jimin stutters reaching for the injection only to stopped by the man on the bed. 

“No need. Let's just get this over with. You've already taken out the bullet. Just patch it up” Jimin timidly nods. 

A chuckle followed from the lad from behind, amused by how Jimin acts. Like a deer caught in light. So cute. 

Jimin started to stitch the wounds, earning a groan from the man on the bed every time he does. But what confused him was the groans didn't sound not only of pain, but rather…pleasured? 

Shaking off his thoughts, Jimin continues his work and let out a relieved sigh when he finally finished it. 

“He'll need some medications for some more days to make the healing faster. I'll prescribe it. I may take my leave now” Jimin bows to the buff man and hurries towards the door. He couldn't push back his instincts. Something was off about these people. The way they act, they way they treat him. They way they call him…sweetheart. It all seemed…weird but also awfully familiar. 

As he reaches for the door knob, he flinch back when a shot was heard. The bullet went right beside the door handle, where his hand was just moments ago. His whole body shivered. 

“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” His body went rigid as he felt the person's breath tickle against his ear. He stood silent, unable to speak as his every limb seemed to go numb. 

It was a quick movement, unable for his mind to process. He back was now pressed against the wooden door. Jimin's eyes widens, panicked by the sudden proximity of the male. 

His body's trembling only intensified when the male's hand came to caress his cheeks. 

“We can't let you go sweetheart” Jimin's head snaps up to meet his eyes, catching a possessive glint in his eyes and his palm stills against his jawline.

“What do you…” He trails off, fear consuming his body. The taller man smiles, wickedly. 

“I mean, since you've discovered our identity, it's dangerous for us to let you go. We just have to…kill you” A gasp gets caught in Jimin's throat at the revelation. 

He flinched when the man cocks the gun against his forehead. An unknown whimper left his plump lips as tears started to pool in his eyes. 

“P-please…don't. What did I…” His sentences got cut off by his sobs.

“Jeon Jungkook. Stop” A grumble came from the back. Jungkook's head turns to look over his shoulder. 

“Why would you kill him when he saved my life? He might be beneficial for us later” Taehyung says, sitting up on the bed. 

“How could he ever benefit us?” Jungkook mocks, looking back at the terrified boy. 

“P-please don't kill me. I-I won't tell anyone anything” He stutters out in fear. He didn't want to die. He still had many dreams to achieve. 

"What is it that you have planned for him, Taehyung?" Jungkook asks to which the latter shrugs before replying. “I don't know for now. Let's just take him home and decide later. I'm too tired for to deal with this now” 

Jungkook nods, tilting Jimin's head up by the gun, he asks.

“You will come with us, won't you, baby boy?” Jimin nods hesitantly.

He would do anything to get himself out of this situation. 

_

“Hello?” Jimin calls out as he leans against the door frame. He was inside a room. Guest, they addressed him before they locked him up in here. The room filled with the scent of roses. Luxurious objects placed everywhere that made him even more scared to touch a single thing in there. Everything there was expensive. He was not used to this. He was used to his small apartment with little to nothings and he was content with it. 

He was happy. But in this room, all he felt was fear, suffocation. 

“Hello? Is anyone out there?” He whimpers.

“P-please…” He whispers, sliding down the door and ended up sitting in the floor. 

“Please… I'm hungry” his voice came out barely audible. Letting out a strained sob, he took a deep breath in before releasing the air with a loud yell he could manage out.

“I'm hungry!” 

He bangs on the doors with his delicate hands, tears endlessly leaving his eyes and trailing down his cheeks.

“Let me out! LET ME OUT!” He screams, stilling, banging onto the door. Abruptly, the door opens, and he scrambles back in terror. A man in all black and a buff body stood there, looking at him with an impassive look. 

Without a word, he grabs Jimin by his elbow, dragging him out. He struggled against his grip. 

He didn't know where this man was taking him him. Out of fear, his legs went to kick the man on his knees. The man fell to ground, groaning in pain. Jimin went trudging on the floor before he stood up his feet, all to ready to run away. The window caught his attention immediately. Almost as of on instinct, he sprints towards it. Only to force himself to a sudden halt when he saw the view outside. 

He was on a fucking top floor! 

A sway of air, his hair being pulled and his surroundings spinning was the only thing he felt and the next moment, he was on the floor. His hands involuntarily went to cup his left cheek. It was only after the ringing in his head stopped that he became introduced the pain that crept up from his cheek to his skull. He rocks his to and fro out of dizziness. 

The man exhibited no pity or regret. He pulled him up again and continued to drag him. This time Jimin didn't resist. He now knew the consequences if he did. He silently cries, afraid he might get beaten up for that too. He preferred not to give them a reason. 

His eyes never dared to look up from the floor and hence, he didn't see the dining table he was approaching to. He stumbles as the man pushes him forward but he managed to regain his balance. Peeking through his eyelashes, he saw the two men who sat on the dining table, causing him to cast his gaze back down immediately. 

From his peripherals, he could see Jungkook getting up from his seat and marching towards him. 

He came to a halt in front of him. His warm fingertips pressed against Jimin's jaw, making him flinch. He tugged his face up, gently. That's the only gentle act Jungkook showed to him in the span of two days after locking him up. 

The moment Jimin's eyes locks with the doe dark eyes, he broke out in whimpers.

“P-please let me go…what did I ever do to you all?” Jimin cries, his body shaking uncontrollably. But the man in front of him paid no attention to his tears, but his eyes was focused somewhere else. The swollen red handprint on his cheek. 

BAANG!

One shot. 

One thud.

That was all that resonated in Jimin's ear which caused him to freeze. Mouth parted in fear and eyes shut tight in horror, he refused to turn back.

The wet feeling against his cheek only made his paranoia worse. The metallic smell was enough to confirm his apprehension.

His fingers brushes against it and brings it in front of his face.

Blood. 

Automatically, his eyes peeked over his shoulder slowly, his heart hammering against his chest. And the sight itself made Jimin lose control over his body. His knees felt sluggish and he collapsed down on the floor, his eyes starting widely at the corpse before him with a bullet through it's head. 

Jimin's sobs intensified but none of him left his lips. His chest contradicted to the point it forced out all the air in his lungs. His nostrils flared, his breaths coming out laboured. Noticing his ragged breathing, Jungkook acts up. 

Jungkook covers his vision with body, crouching before him. Jimin looks up at him, the contrasting between anger and fear coursing through him. He just took a life away, in front of him, in front of a doctor and he could do no absolute shit about it. 

“You monster” Jimin gritted out through ragged breathes, earning an impassive look from him. Blood covered almost half of his face. But he didn't seem affected by any of it. Like it was usual for him. 

“Jungkook, stop scaring him. He'll get a heart attack at this rate” Taehyung says monotonously from the dining table, already eating his meal. 

Jimin shot him a disgusted look. How can he eat anything after witnessing that? Are they even humans? 

“He hurt you and I don't like people who treat my guests without respect” Jungkook whisper as he kept a poker face on. Jimin tried his best to keep his fear at bay and not show it off as he started back at his eyes. 

Jungkook's eyes were hostile, void of any emotion as it stares into him in an intense glare which Jimin tried to reciprocate. Again, tried to.

“Come eat. You were hungry, weren't you?” Taehyung spoke, forcing Jimin to break the intense eye contact he had with Jungkook. 

He forced himself to stand up, wanting to be away from Jungkook as much as possible. Sauntering towards the dining table, he sat farthest from both of them. However, it only went in vain when both of them picked up their plates and sat beside and opposite to him. He sighed, knowing well he couldn't escape from this situation.

His eyes trained on the meal that was placed before him by a maid. His gaze hollered back to where the corpse laid, his eyes slightly twitching when he saw it was no where to be seen. Instead a blood trail on the floor that led to the hallway was left behind. The other guards probably dragged it outside.

Sighing and shaking his head, he pushed away the plate. It took him two days of suffering to get out of that hell hole. Two days of yelling and screaming definitely dried him out of energy. But after witnessing that, he've lost all his appetite. 

“So we've decided what to do with you” Jimin's head snap up at the remark from Taehyung. Taehyung had his eyes on his meal, eating it with serenity as he had an apathetic look on. 

“We've decided to appoint you as our personal doctor” Jungkook declares, starting to dig into his meal. Before Jimin could even react to the statement, Taehyung spoke up.

“You have no choice, Mr. Park. You either accept this deal or you die. This is something concerning our privacy. We deal things like this dexterously. If it weren't for your impressive records in the medical field, you wouldn't be alive now. Once you get acquainted with us, you can't reveal our secrets. Cause if you do, you'll end up in trouble with us. But it will be easy for us to get out. But you? Who does you have to save yourself Mr Park? So…choose carefully, sweetheart” 

It was like the reality slapped him across the face, crashing all his hopes down. What did he even expect? That they would let him go after hearing his pathetic crues and begging? That these monsters would show pity to him?

There was no point in arguing or crying anymore. These two people in front him are nothing but monsters. They didn't have anything called pity. They won't even hesitate for a second to blow his head off they wanted to and claim it that they just did it for 'fun'. He had to think fast and wisely to keep himself alive.

“How much… How much will you pay me?” Both Jungkoom and Taehyung were surprised with the reply from Jimin. Their head snap up in instinct.

They didn't anticipate that. They expected him to do something messy. Yell or cry, throw things away or be angry at them. They were ready for that and they had tons of threats to use against him. But he was acting complete opposite to that.

Jungkook looks at Taehyung, smirking as he knew Taehyung was thinking the same thing as him. 

He sure is interesting. 

Masking the amusement with his poker face, Taehyung spoke; “As much as you like. It's up to you. You'll get paid every time you do something beneficial to us” 

Jimin just nods, staring at the food. He closed his eyes, sighing. 

He clenched his fist tight. If he was going to get associated with them, he should learn to get used to this.

He took the chopstick beside him and started to dig in, ignoring the occasional glances he got from both the the males. And he tried his best to avoid the shivers that went up and down his body when Jungkook hands kept caressing his thigh. 

He knew, at that moment, they didn't see him just as a doctor or a guest. He wasn't that naive. He was able to pick up the unspoken meaning between every word they said. 

“He hurt you and I don't like people who treat my guests without respect”

He hurt my possession. How else do you expect me to react?

“You have no choice, Mr. Park. You either accept this deal or you die”

You don't have a choice. You must stay with us.

But why? Why are they doing this? Why him? 

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Jimin sighed. He found himself doing this a lot for the past three weeks. This was the tenth time of week either Jungkook or Taehyung came barging into his house with injury. They sure did pay him a good amount every time, though. But this was getting annoying. He felt like they were deliberately hurting themselves every single day. Just in the noon, Jungkook came in with a cut on his arm and now in midnight, here he is with his another arm also having a long cut on it. 

Jimin just wanted to scream his lungs out. He barely got his sleep or rest with these two barging in and out of his house. 

“You seem tired. Are you not sleeping well?” Taehyung asks which Jimin responds with a glare. He became more fearless around them. Without realizing the fear he has for them slowly dissipated. 

But he lost himself on the way of getting rid off his fear. He could feel himself changing and he couldn't do anything about it. He barely spoke lately. He grew cold towards everyone. 

When he looks in a mirror, he couldn't realize the man that was staring back at him. Those eyes which held innocence and warmth perished. Nothing is left in it. It was just…empty. 

And the reason? Jungkook and Taehyung. Those two were the reason.  Every time he was alone, the paranoia of them watching haunted him. Sporadically he was right. He caught them red-handed multiple times around the hospital. 

“Come stay with us in the mansion” Jungkook mumbles as he nussle his face into the pillow, breathing in the scent of Jimin. He always did this,, and now it has officially become his habit. 

“…so we don't have to disturb you like this. It's convenient for both of us” It wasn't a request nor a proposal but a command. An assertion that he must come. 

Jimin stills for a moment before he reaches for the cabinet, taking out the small bottle filled in pills.

“Okay” he replies calmly as he hands over the pills and the bottle containing water to him and Taehyung. Taehyung's brows furrow. He chugs down the pill along with the water as he stares at the blonde boy.

Of course, it was their plan. Disturb and make him restless so that he would easily agree in staying with them. 

But something wasn't right. 

He was making it all easy for them. Jungkook didn't seem to mind, and he shrugged it off as well. All they wanted was him, and they didn't care if they had to take the easy or the hard way. Nothing was difficult for them as long as it was about Jimin.

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“Come on. Drink some. You are wasting your life away like this” Jungkook groans, looking at the boy who was separating the pills. He planted it on both Taehyung's and Jungkook's palms. Sighing, he responds. They still haven't changed even after months. If anything, they only grew more clingy and flirty towards him.

“First of all, eat that. You both get injured every single day and that's harmful for both of your health. Even the wounds are taking longer to heal! Second, I'm not interested in drinking that shit” Jimin grumbles, closing the first aid box. 

Jungkook smirks slyly. “Are you worried about us?” 

Jimin didn't reply. Just nodded his head, casting his gaze away. He walked towards his room, leaving both the to enjoy their drinks. 

Jungkook looked over to Taehyung with a grin as he asks 

“Don't you think we've waited long enough?” 

_

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Jimin cursed out as he kept tugging at his hair roughly. Haunting thoughts creeping up his mind. 

The four month stay in the mansion not only brought luxury and comfort but also restlessness and fear. 

He was no longer afraid of Jungkook or Taehyung but himself. He was afraid of this undeniable attraction he felt towards them from day one to now where he was sure he was developing feelings for them. 

He hated it. He hated those feelings. He hated the flutter of his heart whenever Taehyung or Jungkook smiled at him. He hated it when he unknowingly cherished every praise he got from them. He hated when his cheeks would heat up and his heart started to race whenever they flirted or either made small physical contacts with him.

They were forcing him. For everything until now. Yet, he just complies to it. But could he then back his doings? Could he stop his feelings? The answer was simple. No. He was affected with Stockholm syndrome. He was growing feelings toward his abductors, and he absolutely hated it. He found himself disgusting whenever he complies to their every wish. 

He didn't use to be like this. He dreamt so big. He had to become a doctor and save innocent people. Not people like them, who kills the ones who he should've saved. His ethics was to serve the innocent, not criminals. 

The door of his room was slammed open, making him jump. His eyes bulged out as he saw the two drunkards walking in.  

He quickly sensed the change in atmosphere. His posture tenses as he witnessed their form slowly approaching him. Their demeanor were alerting and scary, which did have an effect on Jimin. He stood up and backs away as Jungkook strode over to him, smirking in amusement at his actions. 

“Are you trying to run away from me, baby boy?” Jungkook growls and draped his arms over Jimin, sealing him in a headlock. Jimin thrashes around as panic washes over him. 

He watches with wide eyes as Taehyung approaches him. His eyes lock with his. He shook his head vigorously as he found himself unable to speak.

No…Are they going to…

His fears were answered as Taehyung immediately snatched him away from Jungkook. His lips instantly found his, locking it and moving his thin lips against his plump ones harshly.

Jungkook was quick to lock Jimin's hands behind him as Taehyung continued to kiss him. He didn't respond to the kiss, but he thrashed around with his legs, kicking around aimlessly. Fortunately or Unfortunately, he was able to get a hit to Taehyung's shin. Taehyung groaned in pain but didn't pull back. Instead, he bit down on Jimin's lips, hard. 

Jimin cries, tears already brimming in his eyes. Once he tasted his blood, Taehyung pulled back, serving a hard slap across his face. His hand went to the back of Jimin's head to grip his hair and tugs at it, making him arch his neck. 

“How dare you attempt to resist us? Just take what we offer you without being a nosy little slut!” Taehyung hisses before hooking his fingers under the hem of Jimin's t-shirt. He rips it off and throws it away. Peppering kisses all over his collarbone, his hands roamed all over Jimin. Jungkook's lips grazes Jimin's neck, and he leaves occasional bites as he sucks on it, leaving red rashes all over. 

Jimin's cries didn't stop. He kept begging them to leave him, pushing away the voice in his head that kept enjoying what they were doing to him. His fucked up feelings and mind liked what they were doing to him. But neither his body nor his rational mind liked it. Not even a bit. They were raping him, and how the fuck could he enjoy such a thing?

Soon he felt his arms being tied with his own torn shirt. “LEAVE ME, YOU BASTARDS!” He screams, still thrashing around. Ignoring the yells and begs, Jungkook threw him on the bed. 

Tugging at his jeans hastily, he took it off. Jimin felt helpless. All his cries and began felt useless as no one was here to help him and even if there was, who in a right mind would go against them? He could do nothing except thrashing around like a fish out of water. 

He was all off his clothes in just a matter of seconds, fully naked in front of them. Jungkook licks his lips, eyeing up the boy in the bed. 

They began to strip themselves. Jungkook grasped Jimin's thighs, dragging him down the bed. Jimin tried to kick him but he was stronger and faster than him. He makes him go on all fours before he pressed Jimin's face against the mattress. 

He gasped as he felt something cold rubbing against his asshole. Jungkook rubs the lubricant in circles around Jimin's asshole before he pushes his middle finger inside him. Jungkook moans as his asshole clenched around his finger, anticipating how it would feel with his cock inside him. Jimin whimpers at the feeling, already turned on. His length was already rock hard. He didn't know if this was actually forced now. He wasn't fighting back anymore. 

He didn't know if it was because of the fear or the pleasure he was already feeling. All he knew was that his body had already given up. 

Jungkook applies the lube to his length and breathes heavily as he rubs it, playing with himself.

In a matter of seconds, he was pushing himself inside him. Slowly as he found it almost impossible to force his length into his tight asshole. 

“Fuck! So tight” Jungkook grunts, feeling his walls squeezing him tight. Jimin cries out, feeling his walls stretch painfully. 

Taehyung watches this all in amusement as he crawls in the bed. He kneels before Jimin. Jungkook let go of Jimin's head and Taehyung grasped Jimin's hair, pulling him up. Because his hands were tied behind him, his back turned from the awkward angle. Taehyung untied his hands, sensing his discomfort. Causing him to fall on fours, his hands held him up. 

Taehyung again tugs at his chin and makes him come face to face with an erected member before he tugs his hair a little more, forcing him to look up at his face. 

Taehyung groans as he sees his tear stained face and red nose, his dick twitches with excitement. The sadist inside him enjoyed watching Jimin's miserable state. 

“Is his asshole that good? I wonder how his mouth would be” Taehyung slurs as he traced his cock on his lips, smearing the pre-cum on his plump lips. 

“Stick your tongue out” Taehyung orders, and he obeys. The scent of him is musky, the weight of him heavy on his tongue. His eyes was almost about the size of a ball as he wondered how Taehyung was going fit inside his mouth. 

“Bet it is just as good” Jungkook moans as he pulls back and plunges back into him, causing his body to jerk forward and take in Taehyung's cock. 

Taehyung threw his head back. “Fuck!” He exclaims feeling the warmth surrounding his dick. “Suck it!” Jungkook orders from behind as he thrusts again, earning whimpers from Jimin, which sends vibrations to his cock. 

Taehyung jerks at the sensation and pushes all of him inside his warm mouth. 

“Like that. Take it all in baby boy” Taehyung grunts, pushing Jimin's head until he felt his dick hit the back of his throat and keep it there by holding his head. 

He was not prepared. He could feel every bulge, every vein and relaxing felt impossible to him. Jimin's hand instinctively came to grasp his thighs, trying to push his head away. But with Jungkook's constant thrust jerking him forward and Taehyung keeping his firm grip on his head, It was nowhere near easy.

 He just kept still, enjoying the warmth of his mouth. He gags and tries to swallow but he's too big, taking in every inch of his mouth. 

Jimin whimpered in pain as Jungkook's rough thrusts didn't stop, and Taehyung wasn't moving. He attempted to breathe in through the nose but to no avail as it failed to reach his lungs in the right amount. He taps his legs, after getting no reaction, he thrashes around, his body squirming to get oxygen.

Taehyung pulls out from his mouth with an annoyed sigh. “Guess he can't hold breath for a minute” he grits out, letting Jimin take a few deep inhales before thrusting back to his mouth. He threw his head as the warmth enveloped his cock again. He moans loudly and picks up a rhythm matching Jungkook's merciless thrusts. 

Jimin gags and his eyes roll back as he feels himself nearing the orgasm. Jungkook's pace didn't slow down once, and with Taehyung using him as he please only add the pleasure to his submissive self.

His body shuddered when Jungkook gripped his dick and started to pump it. He moaned and gagged into Taehyung's dick, saliva dripping down his mouth along with his ejaculation. 

“Fuck! I'm going to cum” Taehyung grunts as he kept his pace, thrusting in and out of him. Muffling his deep moans by biting his lips down hard, his body convulses as he empty himself out in his mouth.

He sighs breathily, pulling out and leaning down to kiss Jimin, tasting himself. He has tasted himself many times. But from Jimin, it tasted divine. He kisses him passionately as Jungkook continued to thrust on to him and pump him at the same time. 

Jimin moan into to the kiss and Taehyung pulls away, staring at the fucked out face of Jimin before he crawled between the doggy position of Jimin. He came face to face with Jimin's dick, which Jungkook was pumping. Jungkook let go and started to continue with his thrusts. Taehyung wrapped his long slender fingers around his dick, pumping it and few times before licking the cum releasing of it. 

He sucks the tip before he took him fully into his mouth, sucking him harshly. He hollows his mouth as he bobs his head up and down. 

Jimin was a moaning mess, it didn't take him much to cum on Taehyung's mouth with a loud moan and his ass clenched tight, squeezing Jungkook which immediately send the latter to the edge. Taehyung swallowed everything Jimin offered, not letting a single drop escape. He moans again, feeling ecstatic at the taste. 

Jungkook's body trembled with every contracting pulse of Jimin's asshole. Thick hot gushes of cum filled inside Jimin's hole some spurt out, dripping down his legs. 

All three of them falls onto the bed. Jimin's body trembles a bit before he blacked out. Jungkook carefully tucks him under the blankets and hugs him from behind. Taehyung faces Jimin's face and places all over his face before finally kissing his lips. He found those lips addicting and he could never get enough of it. 

“You're now bonded to us, Park Jimin. We will shower you with love, money or whatever you need, but you will be with us. Forever” 

Jungkook snuggle closer to Jimin, engulfing his body in his muscular arms possessively. 

Taehyung smiles, "always ours" he hums, his chest reverberating with a purr as he stared at the innocent face of his.

He laid beside Jimin on the other side with his arms crossing behind his head as he sunk into the mattress. He felt Jimin's hand drape over his and a smile tugged up his lips. 

Looking at the swollen imprint on his cheek, he bits down his lip, feeling worry wash over him. 

"I'm sorry, sweetheart" he mumbles and kisses Jimin's hair, letting himself fall into the dreamland.

_

Jimin's eyes flutter open only to come face to face with the pale man before him. He looks at their naked forms before he removed Jungkook's cold arms which seemed to burn his skin. 

New, fresh tears formed in his eyes and trailed down his cheeks as he sat up and crawled down the bed. He picked up his torn clothes and he broke out in sobs. He stares at it before limping towards the closet and taking out another pair of clothes. He wore it and hugged himself, sliding down the wall.  

He eyes trails up to the bottle that contained pills on top of the table. The same pills he gave them every day. He smiles bitterly.

“If only you both respected me, my privacy, my decisions…this wouldn't have ended up like this” he whispers to himself and looks up at the two pale skinned people in bed. 

“You made me hate myself. You made me do this…” a sob broke out from him before he cried until he fell asleep on the cold floor. 

To a sleep he would never wake up from. 

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Love cannot be forced, love cannot be coaxed and teased. It comes out of heaven, unasked and unsought.

-Pearl S. Buck