warning : slight mention of rape

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Everything went down so fast the moment the door opened, Jungkook's father walked in with another man next to him, each of them grabbing one of the teenagers.
Jungkook tried to break free, he kicked behind him, trying to somehow reach the man's leg who was holding him. He forced the younger to cross his arms on his own back, made him even whine in pain. "Dad!", he yelled out, eyes sparkling filled with fear as his gaze shot towards his own father.

Who held Lisa in front of his chest, his hands laid around her neck. "So, what's the guy's name who has this video of me and you?", he asked lowly, he sounded mad. But also like a stranger.

For a second Jungkook couldn't believe that would actually be his father who was holding his ex-girlfriend, hurting her as he pulled on her hair to make Jungkook answer faster.

"Jimin", Jungkook whispered, still pulling with all his strength away from the guy. It didn't work at all.
Lisa's eyes widened as she shook her head. "Kook, don't", she hummed.

Mr Jeon however smiled satisfied.
"Look how she's still risking a lot of things for you while all you've got in mind is a dick up your ass. You're disgusting", he grunted.

"Dad, what the fuck", Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Don't act as if you'd be some dangerous man when you're afraid of a damn video that doesn't even exist-"

"Oh Jungkook!", Lisa cried out.

Mr Jeon's smirk grew wider, "So I'll tell you what happens now, yeah? You, my disgusting little shitty piece of a son will go back to your college. You'll bring me this Jimin kid and break up with your boyfriend. And until you're back I'm going to keep Lisa to myself, yeah?"

Jungkook gulped, looking away to avoid to throw up right here. All he could think of was his mother. "Don't", he said with his voice cracking. "Let Lisa go, don't keep her", Jungkook pleaded. "I swear I'll do whatever the fuck you want, Dad, just don't do the same to her you did to Mom!"

His father laughed amused, "Oh kid. I only did good things to your mother~", he hummed, brushing through Lisa's hair. "And so will I do to her."

"Dad!", tears fell down the boy's cheeks when he saw Lisa frowning, not moving an inch. "Don't, please please don't", he begged, still in the hold of this disgusting man who pressed his nails into the boy's skin now to make him stop whining.

"It's just a video, that does not even exist, you're sick! Stop touching her", he cried out. "Tell me what to do, tell me and let her go, I'll do it."

Mr Jeon grinned at this.
"Remember my business meeting? I feel like you and your girlfriend should show up, giving everyone a pleasant, convincing presence of your working relationship and then, maybe, maybe Lisa can go. You my dear son, you'll switch schools. Found a nice military camp for diseased kids like you are. And while you go there I want to have a talk with this Taehyung kid or whatever he's called."

Jungkook shook his head, "You're not getting Tae", he said plainly. "You're not touching him in any way", he added.

"I wouldn't touch this faggot", Mr Jeon groaned.

"Oh you wouldn't?", Jungkook lifted his brows, "Let's ask that seventh grader who helped me in maths back then? What was his name again? I'm sure he'd been your favorite."

"You're oversteppimg boundaries", Mr Jeon said. "Your choice, bring me Taehyung and give your family the thing they deserve, a kid they can be proud of with his pretty girlfriend, good grades and a nice job in the future. Or I'll have some fun with Lisa", he hummed.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Fine. Fine!", he shouted, tears dropping down while his lips started trembling. "I'll bring you Taehyung", he whispered, eyes darting towards the ground. "Just don't hurt Lisa", he begged while Lisa was just crying quietly, overwhelmed by all of this.

She never saw the man like this. He'd always been this good man, rich business and good manners, always pressuring his son to be his best while he had a gorgeous woman as a wife and another son similarly great to Jungkook. She never thought there'd be a bad side to him, at least not such a dark, horrifying one.

Now she got it, now she understood it all.

All the times Jungkook's mother wouldn't say a word when Jungkook got yelled at, how she always had tears in her eyes when they made their way towards the bedroom at night. The way she never even tried to fight for anything, always sharing her husband's opinion.

She always stayed, but for what? What did he have on her?

Mr Jeon broke the silence that set in when he watched his son crying like a dumb kid because of his boyfriend. "You won't bring him", he chuckled. "You've got something on your mind. Something stupid", he growled.

He leaned over the girl's shoulder now, brushing along her skinny arms, softly caressing her tanned skin. "What about you my precious? Would you get me Taehyung and find out if this certain video exists?", he whispered into her ears, voice low.

Lisa felt shivers everywhere. Disgust literally coming up in form of vomit inside her throat while her stomach turned backwards.
"Y-yes", she voiced, trying to turn her head far enough so he wouldn't touch her neck anymore with his crumbled old lips.

"No police or Jungkook's dead. And I mean it", he suddenly said, ice-cold.

Lisa nodded quickly, then got pushed away.

"Go. Bring me what I want, then I'll see which of my son's loved ones suits my taste better."

"You're sick", Lisa suddenly said, scrunching her nose as she reached for the door.
"And heck yeah, you're dumb", she chuckled and then ran out of the room, leaving everyone confused.

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"Oh c'mon dude, I need to pee", Yoongi moaned out, pressing his head against Jimin's shoulder. "Dude, he really needs to pee real hard-", Jimin agreed, brushing through his boyfriend's hair.

They sat at the police station now, all four of them inside a stupid cell while a man was watching them, being some sort of security guard but obviously he was just plain dumb.
"There's a toilet inside the cell", he shrugged his shoulders while Yoongi started crying, embarrassed of himself.

Jimin rolled his eyes, "Can you give him the privacy he needs? Gosh, that disrespect-", he groaned, feeling a little bad for the fact that he accidentally sent Yoongi here with a buttplug up his ass which didn't stop vibrating since the guy found the remote, thought it's a bomb and kept pressing buttons (not that he should press buttons of a supposed-to-be-bomb but oh well).

"You guys killed someone and you're way too chill with the situation", the guy said, lifting his brows.
"Yeah because we didn't kill someone", Namjoon hummed. "That kid was a drug addict, it's not our fault-"

"Blabla", the guy hummed, pressing the highest button on the remote which made Yoongi fell down on the floor and whimper out.

Taehyung was standing frozen in the back of the cell, "In every movie, people in jail get a free call-, give me my call!", he mumbled.

"Used that to call your parents."

"Well I gotta call my boyfriend, he's missing!", Taehyung shouted. "Give me the damn call, it's my right in law."

The dude grinned and handed him the remote, "Use this, maybe it works."

"You're not even funny", Namjoon sighed while watching the boy.
"I think I am."

"You're really not, sis", Jimin said, kneeling down next to Yoongi as he patted his ass. "It's all good Daddy, I'll help you", he said.

"Did this kid just call the crying kid Daddy?"

"Don't mind them, they're weird. Give me a phone!", Taehyung said angrily.
"It's like 3am, your boyfriend is probably asleep."

"I gotta find out if he's asleep with his ex-girlfriend", Taehyung quietly said, admitting his worst fear.
Well, he didn't knew what situation exactly Jungkook was in right now, but for him, cheating with Lisa seemed pretty bad too.

"Why would he, you're literally like a model", the guy said, eyebrows furrowed. "Hey, Taehyung can suck your dick and Yoongi can use a proper toilet, yeah? Sounds like a deal, right?"

Taehyung walked over to Jimin, punched him on his head, pulled Yoongi's pants down and grabbed the stupid plug and pulled it out. "God, as if it'd be that hard to just pull it out, so you'd even sell your best friend's soul-"

"Your blowjobs identify with your soul?", Namjoon tilted his head.

Jimin and the security guy were frozen, starring at Yoongi's blank ass while the boy just laid on the floor, grinning peacefully because the stupid, constant, overwhelming pressure was finally gone.

"Well, duh", Taehyung hummed and then sat down at the wall and just stared straight forwards in a pout, living his bad mood out right there.

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