Every Breath You Take - Chase Holfelder

Jimin knew he was being followed.

Of course he knew.

He's been followed throughout his whole entire life, that's how his kidnappings usually starts off, so of course he is more aware and familiarized to the secretive eyes dragging him as he walked alone down the streets.

However this type of stalking feels quite different; the person isn't in a vehicle, nor a motorcycle. They're behind him, walking a great distance away with the calamity of the world just as he is.

Just following him, but not attempting to attack him.

It's been a while since Jimin has been walking now and they haven't made a move on him, at all.

Maybe they're waiting for him to be alone, right?

Like they always do, when they aren't in a crowd.

Maybe sneaking out of the mansion wasn't a good idea.

What did he expect?

Take a train to get the fuck out of here in hopes to disappear from the world?

There's no where he can hide without contacts.

He doesn't even know what motivated him to try to run away in the first place; maybe all the fighting that's been going on between the three of them lately? How unhappy he feels? How his freedom seems to be running more and more farther away the more this plan is delayed?

They won't stick to their word, he knows they won't and he will always be caged into this dark world, with no escape just like always.

He will never be free.

Namjoon made that same promise, and look where he ended up; Back to his fucking caged up world, with nowhere to escape.

So that was his motivation into dyeing his blonde locks to brunette and clipping a few ends off, shoved a fake pair of glasses to his face, stole one of Jungkook's enormous olive green hoodies and one of Karma's smallest black sweat pants. He packeted the bit amount of clothes he was gifted with, took a few pieces of bread with water bottles from the fridge and creeped out the window.

Maybe killed a guard on the way so he could be able to climb the fence without being stopped or caught.

Now he's starting to even regret his decision; He's never safe, never able to walk down the streets without it being a damn problem. They all know him, and they all want him.

Being free will never be an option for him.

No.

No!

No, Jimin won't be weak again. He has gone through enough bullshit with people treating him like some stupid doll than an actual human being. Not anymore. It's time to pursue his freedom, and live his life like how he wanted to.

So with that surging confidence, Jimin grabs the lace of his backpack hard and takes a sharp turn to a dark alleyway. He walks farther down to be away from the public, swings his backpack to the ground and pulls out his gun, turning around to instantly aim at the intruder, right when they were only a few feet away.

They froze.

"Stop fucking following me," Jimin growls angrily and removes the safety, "Before you end up becoming food for the stray dogs."

They didn't react instantly, probably didn't see the gun coming at all.

The man with the grey hood raises his arms up slowly, "You wouldn't want to kill me, JM."

That voice....

I thought I was free of that horrid fucking voice!

Jimin's hand on the gun slightly weakens, a gasp escaping his lips when Yoongi raised his head up, revealing his cold eyes and familiar soft features. Subconciously Jimin steps back, nearly tripping over his backpack with a shake of his head.

"Don't you d-dare take another s-step closer towards me!" He shutters, all his confidence completely draining away, followed by a familiar flashback storming through his mind of the man, "I-I don't work for that anymore."

Yoongi kept his eyes focused on him, eying the gun slowly before moving to his eyes, "You know I never saw you in that way JM, you were- no, are precious to me."

A bullet goes off when Yoongi takes a daring step closer, right beside his foot, and Jimin's eyes harden, "You have some balls still trying to be all soft with me after letting your fucking fiance beat the shit out me!"

The memories kept storming into Jimin's head, almost feeling the scars on his back start to ache by how fresh those flashbacks feel. He got too into his own pain and the shudders of that night that he didn't even notice when Yoongi started taking secretive steps towards him, eyes still trained on him with such softness that it nearly convinced Jimin that prison made him into a changed man.

Nearly.

"I wanted to help you, I really did-"

Jimin's grip on the gun tightens, tears now whelming his eyes like massive swimming pools, "Don't you dare fucking say that! If you did then you would've had your worthless little right hand man help me while your fiancé beat me!"

Just the mention of Jungkook gave Yoongi a sudden pulse, an angry pulse. He yanked Jimin's gun from his hands once he was close enough, banged him against the wall with a tight iron grip on his jaw.

"Don't you dare fucking mention him you stupid whore!" He roars in rage, lethal eyes glaring at Jimin with no sense of pity to the pain, who slightly flinches from the volume of his voice but glares with his tears streaming down his cheeks now.

Jimin knew him all too well, people never fucking change.

And that's when Yoongi's face falls upon seeing Jimin's tears and it was as though a switch flipped. Suddenly he craddles Jimin's cheeks with his palms, "I'm so sorry baby, I didn't mean to yell at you."

Jimin grits his teeth and forces his face away from Yoongi's warm hands, "What do you want Yoongi?"

The older stares at Jimin's tears, a delicate smile suddenly forming his lips, "I was just walking down the neighborhood until I saw you. Well, I never expected to see you roam free from your takers. Guess I'm still hooked onto you."

With sneers teeth, Jimin pushes Yoongi back to give himself some space, "You digusting bastard! Can't you see I've had enough-Ow!"

Jimin clutches his cheek painfully, a sob escaping his lips from the hard slap on his burning skin. Yoongi pins him against the wall by the shoulders much more harder to the point he can feel the digging of the brick digging his skull, "You will respect me you bitch! I can easily put you in your fucking place here in this damn alleyway, and no one will be able to hear you, do I make myself clear!"

Another painful cry escaped Jimin's wobbling lips by the bruising touch on his shoulders, nodding instantly, "Y-Yes master."

Another soft smile forms Yoongi's lips in satisfaction, raising a hand to caress Jimin's delicate wet cheek, now bruising from the hit, "You're so pretty, just like I remembered you," He murmurs with his husky voice and leans towards his face, eyes glancing towards his plump lips, "Does your lips still feel the same way too? They always felt so good around my cock."

Before Jimin could even cry in protest, Yoongi presses their lips together. Desperately Jimin slams his fists against his chest, fighting to push him away but Yoongi aggressively grabs his wrists and shackles them against the wall in one motion. Jimin's lips wobbled in pain while Yoongi bites down onto his bottom lip hard, bruising his delicate skin for sure before pulling away.

A soft sigh escapes his lip with a tongue glide on of his tongue on the skin, peering his eyes open to see the man fighting back to hold in his cry, "You're still mine Jimin, all mine," He growls and leans, biting down on the sensitve skin on his neck.

An aggressive sob escaped Jimin's lips now, fighting hard to escape Yoongi's death grip on his wrists as his body goes in instant panic mode. Many more horrid flashbacks of their moments together grazed his memory; moments where he wished Jungkook would hear him from the other side of the door to save him. He may be a whore, doesn't mean he will ever want to get use to being forced into any sexual activities against his will.

He never wanted this life.

He was just forced into it.

Just as Yoongi marked more areas of his neck, that's when Jimin heard footsteps in a distance.

A fucking miracle.

Yoongi seemed to have heard it as well because he pulls away, craning his neck slightly back to instantly curse under his breath and looks back at Jimin, a small smirk on his lips, "You won't escape me so easily baby, I will always find you and you will always be fucking mine. Remember that as another man touches you," He trails a hand between Jimin's legs as he says this, squeezing his dick so hard that made Jimin squeak a scream in pain before Yoongi instantly takes off when those steps rushes closer towards them.

H-He touched me...

H-He marked m-me....

Jimin shudders with his choking sobs, his body shaking as he hugs himself tightly while he remains paralyzed against the wall, the tears as a never ending waterfall down his cheeks.

He remembered now why he hated Yoongi's whole entire existence, for this exact reason. He was never gentle with him, never a soft loving man as he appears to be; he hurt him painfully, and always demanded for things to always go his way. No matter how bad Jimin wanted to escape, but he was never able to.

Oh the pity Jimin has for Hoseok at times, who doesn't see the monster he calls fiancé.

"Jimi-"

The smaller man moves his bloodshoot eyes up, instantly seeing a familiar ravenette standing there in his usual business suit. Just seeing him there only made Jimin cry even harder, outstretching his shaking hands towards him as he runs towards him, instantly hugging his neck tightly when he jumps on him, sobbing painfully hard against his shoulder as though it was the switch to his tears.

Jungkook froze in utter surprise from the sudden touch while Karma continued to shoot where Yoongi has ran off too but now shooting at a ghost because the man has managed to escape. He curses under his breath before turning his head to instantly take in the hysterical way the familiar small man holds onto Jungkook, almost as if his life depended on not letting him go.

And maybe it did.

He has never felt more safe in his life until the second he saw the two of them, and it took him being around Yoongi for him to realize that.

At least they grant protection.

No one will take him so easily around them.

Jimin sniffles back his hiccups and raises his head up, meeting Karma's eyes behind the golden mask and his face coils up in instant regret, "I-I wanna go h-home," He whimpers quietly, especially when Jungkook carefully hugs him back with his own deep frown, "T-Take me back h-home."

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A/N:
Man this was definitely very deep, how is everyone doing?

Expect a lot of updates today! I'm editing thee chapters like the breeze lol

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