Jimin's hand twitched. His eyes started moving around under swollen lids and he took his first raspy breath that he'd taken in 2 days.

The monitor started giving feeble beeps and a commotion could be heard in the background, unheard of him.

5 minutes later the monitor speeds up and Jimin is taking regular, shaky breaths of oxygen.

He feels like he's on a cloud for a moments but suddenly it all starts hurting.

His throat feels like it's charred. Everytime he takes a breath it's unbelievable pain but he couldn't stop.

In fact at this rate he was gasping in greedy breaths every mili-second. His eyes were still closed and he still wasn't aware of his being.

Another ten minutes later he can hear faint whispers surrounding him. Those faint whispers soon turn into loud sobs and pleadings and mutters.

And he can make out the one and only word they were saying, chanting it over and over again, like a matra;

Jimin.

Oh yeah, he's Jimin.

Park Jimin.

Scattered memories aranged themselves into place inside of his post-dead brain and his eyes shot open, at last.

His eyes shot open yes, but he immediately regretted it as soon as blinding white lights pounced on his retina.

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20 minutes later he's propped up with soft pillows, blowing softly on the hot food he had been given immediately after taking sips of much needed water.

He finally made sense of everything yet he wished he hadn't.

The reason he was in hospital was his own fault.

Was he this stupid?? He couldn't even kill himself properly and now..

This is where he landed.

He blinked repeatedly down at the bowl of steaming chicken soup on his blanket-covered lap.

The foreign sting of tears in his eyes scared him. He couldn't cry now.

He couldn't.

But why shouldn't he?? Ah well, it didn't matter anyway because droplets of the salty liquid were already falling onto the metal spoon that he was clutching in his trembling hands.

"Jimin?"

He flinched. The bowl shook in his unsteady hands and he hissed, his sense of pain to outside objects awakening as a small bit of the burning liquid sloshed onto his fragile hands.

But he didn't pay attention to that. What he was staring at with wide eyes was a person in one of the memories.

Someone he so desperately wanted to forget.

"Kim Taehyung."

Jimin covered his mouth immediately after he realised that he had just said it out loud.

When the man walked closer to his bed he backed up, the hot soup spilling even more at the aggressive movement.

The bowl was grabbed from his hands.

"Y-You're hurting yourself."

Jimin didn't care about that. He couldn't care about anything but the dirty feeling that washed over his body when he laid eyes on Taehyung.

The bowl that had soup dripping down the sides was placed on the bed side table and Jimin tried to back up more.

But Taehyung was too fast for him and he shrieked when his wrist was caught into a surprisingly gentle grip and he was pulled forward into a soft embrace.

"Jimin- Jimin I-I'm sorry-- we're sorry, forgive us, please, please--"

Taehyung's deep voice cracked and Jimin was frozen while the man pleaded right into his ear.

Pushing, struggling, Jimin was trying to get out of his hold.

"Let go of me, LET GO OF ME YOU PSYCHO!!"

He screamed, ignoring the way his throat hurt.

He was crying too. He was sobbing. He was terrified.

The scent of cologne off of Taehyung, the scent that used to send butterflies in his tummy now turned sour. All because of that one night.

Taehyung immediately backed off as soon as Jimin screamed, but not completely.

Jimin tried to get off the bed, get as far away from Taehyung as possible.

He ended up falling. The sheets pooled around him as he groaned.

His legs were unbelievably weak. His knees kept on wobbling when he tried to get up. As if he were a 2 year old taking their first step.

Taehyung said no more. His face went blank. Too much pain. Too much remorse. Too much heartbreak.

No, he couldn't give up yet. Even if he was the reason to Jimin's suicide, he was going to try. He was going to pay for his actions and regain Jimin's love.

Tears were still streaming down his face as he picked up a squirming and shouting Jimin into his arms.

But the boy froze as he felt warm breath on his ear.

"Just a few hours and you'll be discharged, baby. Jungkook and I have missed you."

The words were said heartbrokenly, slightly happy but Jimin heard that in a completely different way.

'Jungkook and I have missed you??' What was that supposed to mean? What was going to happen to him??

His eyes went wide in a very familiar emotion. Pure terror.

He didn't dare make a single sound as he was placed carefully and gently on the narrow bed, with Taehyung walking out right after.

Taehyung hadn't been kidding when he said that Jimin would be discharged in a few hours.

Turns out they had admitted him into the most prestigious hospital in South Korea.

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. Of course he survived.

Not only that but they probably paid a generous amount to get him out early, and skip all of the documents.

And so Jimin currently found himself in a black bugatti, Jungkook and Taehyung on either side of him.

He couldn't believe this was happening. Not again.

His face felt numb as he kept it faced towards his lap.

NO- he can't think like that. He would get away, even if it meant getting a little-

Taehyung and Jungkook were both psychos, they probably felt no remorse whatsoever.

Tears welled up in Jimin's eyes again.

He couldn't fight at all. He was practically drained even though he only woke up from a 2-day coma a few hours ago.

"Can you walk..?" Jungkook muttered softly, as if he were about to break into tears at any moment when he opened the car door.

Jimin however, thought he was mocking him.

Ever since he had woken up, his brain had turned around. He found himself hating- no- despising the two men no matter what they did.

Feeling disgusted and horrified whenever they went anywhere near him.

He felt he was about to go insane but he held it in.

He gulped, full of terror as he refused to look at Jungkook.

He couldn't talk anymore- atleast, not to him.

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A week.

A week was how long it had been since Jimin was forced back into his own personal hell.

It wasn't bad anymore. But, Jungkook and Taehyung made it 100x worse.

How, you ask?? Well..just by being there.

He was back to his bedroom. The addictive fragrance of roses that gave him a feeling of unpleasant nostalgia now came off as perilous to him.

But..there was more.

What he didn't know was that each night- when he was asleep.

He didn't realise the whispers in his ear were real.

He didn't know that every day without fail- he would get two 'I'm sorry's" gently breathed so that he wouldn't wake.

They would be accompanied by two sets ticklish kisses to his neck and cheek, along with silently shed tears.

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After 3 surprisingly boring weeks of being stuck in the hellhole of a mansion..

Jimin grinned. He was finally ready.

Ready to carry out his plan.

The knife that he had smoothly stolen from the kitchen gleamed in his hand, reflecting moonlight.

But no, it wasn't for him, not at all. During the period of time that he was brought back to life, he had decided to go on this path because he wanted to be free.

He wanted to get better. He was still young. He felt he was able to heal, even if it took years.

That's why he was doing this.

That's why he was taking quiet, steady steps towards Jungkook's bed.

It's why he was quivering in exitement as he loomed over the sleeping man.

He looked so amusingly frigile.

The moonlight was causing his decievingly angelic features to glow. An overwhelming sight.

Jimin grinned madly as he hovered over the sleeping Jungkook

The knife was positioned in a downward position in his hand, ready to be sunk into flesh.

He was ecstatic.

Jungkook couldn't do anything. He was sleeping, heavily.

And Jimin was about to be free.

Just a few seconds to take in how stupidly vulnerable Jungkook looked.

Jimin had to hold in an overly excited chuckle.

He wondered how many times HE has looked this vulnerable in front of Jungkook.

He leaned down, moving the knife a few inches away from Jungkook's chest as he whispered into the latter's ear.

"Die, you psychotic bastard."

That's what he'd had the urge to say for weeks.

But..

Jimin froze, his eyes went wide.

The knife was frozen. He couldn't stab.

He leaned back.

Jungkook was there, obviously.

But his eyes were open, weirdly relaxed. The sight had Jimin in disbelief.

On of his hands were around Jimin's, which was around the knife handle.

He was easily stopping it from stabbing into his chest.

Alarms went off in Jimin's head.

The knife was tossed aside with a clatter.

He tried to crawl back to run but before he could move, their position was flipped.

Now he was underneath Jungkook, who was pinning him down with a smile that was as terrifying as the devil in Jimin's eyes.

But he didn't stop his attempts.

He was caught, so he might as well fight to the death.

"Fucker." He gritted out as anger flooded him, his blood boiling.

He tried to throw a punch but both his wrists were pinned down at both sides of his head.

He thrashed around madly, trying to get back up.

"WHY DID YOU FUCKING GET UP??? I WAS SO CLOSE GODDAMMIT."

He screamed frustratedly at Jungkook, who was watching all this calmly as Jimin thrashed around.

Scarily calm

"I..was so close to escaping.."

"FUCK YOU"

Jimin shouted in his face.

He wasn't afraid anymore.

He was trying to get a reaction

But he stopped when Jungkook spoke.

"I would have let you known earlier.."

He chuckled.

"I knew about your little plan all along."

He nuzzled his face down into the crook of the paralysed Jimin's neck.

"So why didn't you do anything??" Jimin spat mockingly after recovering from the act of affection

Jungkook's eyes went soft.

"I love you."

Jimin was dumbfounded.

He was abour to say something but was cut off by lips smashing onto his own.

"Hmm-MHH!!!"

He shoved and clawed at Jungkooks ridiculously muscled chest as the breath was sucked out of his mouth in a heavy, passionate kiss.

He ended up with two wrists pinned down together above his head by one of Jungkook's hands, leaving them tired and the ravenette in control.

With his other one caressing his cheek affectionately while also holding his face in place.

Drool ran down his chin as Jungkook thrusted his tongue back into his mouth, roughly tasting every inch of the inside.

His lips were continuously bit and sucked on hungrily.

The kiss went on for minutes on end. When he finally parted it Jimin gasped for breath, drool escaping down his chin and swollen lips parted.

"You--"

"It's your birthday today, isn't it?" Jungkook questioned, breathing softly.

Jimin clenched his jaw, trying to catch his breath and hide his surprise.

"How did you--"

"Yes, and my present was supposed to be you and your brother's dead body." He finally spat through breaths.

"..can I give you anything else to make up for it?"

Jimin looked at him in disbelief before laughing mockingly.

"What you can give me??"

"Kill yourself."

Jimin chuckled softly at the thought.

"Darling~ that's out of the question."

Jimin squirmed in his grasp.

"I hope you die a painfull death some day, Jeon Jungkook."

Jungkook chuckled. He knew Jimin hated him, no, despised him with a passion. It was his fault.

His love, need, want, limerence, lust, regret, sadness, guilt, desperacy, and heartbreak twisted into the force that was currently controlling him.

Jimin growled ferociously, giving him a death glare.

"I'm not your bitch to fuck anymore, get off me." He gritted out glaring intensely up at Jungkook in fury.

The ravenette suddenly frowned once he heard those words.

He was mad. He was annoyed that Jungkook didn't get mad. He was annoyed the other wasn't hurt.

He was eyeing the centre part of Jungkook's chest. Where the knife would have stabbed and killed him if he had been quick enough.

He was in a murderous haze.

Yet Jungkook seemed to be in a completely different mood, as he leaned down to scent Jimin, causing  him to let out a warning growl of hate.

"What's wrong with you--"

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, clenching his eyes shut abrubtly when Jungkook suddenly licked his neck.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Jimin."

But Jimin wasn't listening.

Jungkook's eyes went wide.

He leaned back.

Jimin was shaking. He was scared now. Suddenly all the confidence he had mustered was gone and it was embarrassing how pathetic he suddenly was.

"Fuck..."

He mumbled. He had just tried to kill Jungkook. He couldn't imagine the consequences of his actions.

Jungkook noticed the kind of panic in his eyes.

"Are you scared that I'll do something because you tried to kill me?"

Jimin's fists clenched under Jungkook's hold and that was when the ravenette knew just what the case was.

"I won't do anything."

Jimin continued to look away.

Jungkook was going to do something. He was...well, Jungkook.

He was going to take advantage of this in some way or another. Jimin just didn't know how.

Jungkook's eyes darkened at Jimin's vulnerable form underneath him.

He couldn't help it. He couldn't help but feel the arousal when Jimin was too panicked to look at him.

"..But, you know, nothing in the world comes for free."

He whispered seductively.

Jimin's eyes went wide. His throat went dry.

His vision was blurry by now.

He had to put all the emotional strength into the next words that left him.

"Wh..What do you want..??" Jimin mustered, voice trembling.

The fear in his tone made Jungkook go soft. But this was an opportunity. An opportunity for him. An opportunity he coukdn't miss even if he willed to.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against Jimin's, making the latter go stiff.

"I want you. I want to devour you. Now." Jungkook muttered under his breath, hot breath  hitting Jimin's lips.

"W-what-Ahh!!"

Jimin shrieked when Jungkook's hand slid up his shirt and immediately started whimpering scaredly.

"No- no-please- just kill me-"

Jimin begged, crying by now.

Jungkook raised his hand to caress Jimin's cheeks but he felt himself almost drown in sadness when the boy flinched and shut his eyes tight, letting out a squeaky
sound of fear.

..as if he were about to be hit.

But he opened his eyes almost immediately when he realised how pathetic he looked.

"Kill me..kill me please."

Jimin wanted to cry harder, he wanted to scream.

He had been his own comfort for the last weeks but now he wanted to die all over again. Like all the progress he made with himself had disintegrated.

Jungkook stopped. He froze and moved off of Jimin, releasing the boy, who was very obviously going through a panic attack.

Jimin sucked in a sob and immediately stumbled off of the bed, running out the door.

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The messy-haired boy slid down the wall of his room, panting as more tears slipped down his cheeks.

He buried his face into his knees, wetting the silky fabric of the pyjamas.

He could feel Jungkook's hand on him. Roaming his body.

He screamed, crying and sobbing violently.

What did he expect, to be freed from the hell he was living in through his amaturish plan??

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He shot up from his sleeping position on the floor first thing in the morning when his door was pushed open noisily.

Taehyung walked in.

"Jimin."

Jimin shrieked, scrambling back as the man sauntered towards him.

He ended up in the corner, cowering and shaking as Taehyung brought his face closer to his.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes as he noticed blood on Jimin's hands, probably belonging to his own body.

And tear stains on the boys cheeks.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He was crying, again as he grabbed Jimin's jaw.

"WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF WHEN IT'S OUR FAULT??!!" He bellowed heartbrokenly, making Jimin hiccup, swallowing his own cries.

He was here only because Jungkook told him to check up on Jimin.

But here he was..

Lips attacking Jimin's mercilessly as the boy let out muffled shouts, trying to shove him off.

He held Jimins wrists up above his head with the other holding Jimins jaw so that he couldn't turn away.

He was in between the boys legs so that he couldn't kick him.

"We're letting you go.."

He whispered through the kiss.

Minutes of one-sided, passionate kissing went on.

"We're letting you go, Jimin." Taehyhng murmured after breaking away unwantingly.

Jimin didn't care. He was frozen in thought as he gasped in oxygen.

It was all the same.

Nothing would change whether he got away or not. The memories were still stored, videographically inside of his head so that, whenever he let his mind wander, it would end up in a panick attack because of those two.

Taehyung was the one crying now. At Jimin's feet like an abused puppy.

"We made a mistake and we don't know how to fix it."

Taehyung shook his head, tears streaming diwn his face while Jimin marvelled in amazement.

No, not because he would be released from this insane hell of a prison. Not even because he could finally live his own life and..possibly go back to dreaming big, like he used to.

It was because he had never seen Taehyung cry so brokenly before.

It was so...alluring.

Slowly, he slipped a finger under the latter's chin, making Taehyung face him.

Then slowly, he grinned, psychopathically.

"You're so pretty when you're in pain."

Taehyung's eyes widened.

Jimin was gone. Over the bend.

They had to fix him or else they wouldn't be able to live anymore.

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Three years of therapy. One year of consistent self-confinement and months of denial was what Jimin went through to heal.

They had signed him up for therapy the day after his 20th birthday, and later set him free, as promised.

It was funny, it sounded like he had been in prison and had been bailed out.

He had thought it was all gone. That it was all broken and that nothing could pick up the fallen broken shards of his life.

Yet, at some point he expierienced an epiphany, a realisation.

The realisation of the fact that he didn't want anyone to fix his life for him.

He could do it himself. He mattered. He got reminded of how he wanted to live. For himself.

So now, with pride of all the effort that he put into his future, he is a developing song write.

He knew it from the minute he was released.

Pharmaseuticals wasn't for him.

Not after everything he's seen anyway.

And here he is on his first live performance. He smiles, embracing the blinding effects of the stage and the cheers of the thousands people, all around him.

He apprieciates the way it all goes silent when the whole stadium goes quiet once the music starts.

The lines he belts out gets the crowd breaking into tears with the emotion he put into it.

Deafening cheers break out as soon as the song ends.

All for him.

Never, never again would he be so vulnerable to this cruel world.

Never again would he be the same stupid little boy that he used to be.

He wasn't Park Jimin, the pretty little boy from the small clinic now.

He was different and better.

* * * Finished * * *

The story is finished now, no more parts will be added. We didn't plan to make it more then two parts but then on the request of readers, we decided to make the final one as well.

This shot is written by three different people as following. Thank you so much for giving us this masterpiece.

Part 1: rabisworld02

Part 2: Veiny_Yoonie

Part 3: not_today_34