"Jimin!? Will you come here please?" Jimin's father calls from down the staircase.

Jimin was in his room tidying up, humming soft tunes from his head as he has done so until his father called for him. He places the last blanket in the dresser and opens the door to head downstairs. The pinkette wasn't sure what was going on, all he saw when he entered their sights, was a bunch of men wearing black suits all surrounding one man dressed from head to toe in black. They were all watching him with sharp eyes like hawks.

"What's going on? Did someone die?" Jimin asks, worry fills him and he hears footsteps coming up behind him. He turns, a taller man with sharp features and bleached blonde hair grabs his hair and pulls his head back. Jimin cries out, "Mama!! Papa!"

"Wait, Taehyung," the man in the middle of the black swarm says sternly, holding a hand out, "Don't kill him yet."

"Yet!? Are you out of your God-" Jimin screams, the main man holding him known as Taehyung, grips his hair tighter in his hand, his other one coming to the front of his neck and applying some pressure.

Jimin's parents wouldn't even look at him, their heads were kept down as Jimin thrashed and tried desperately to get out of this vice. The man in the middle, the one who seems to be in charge, stands and strides over to Jimin. He was shorter than the rest of his men, but he was the same height as Jimin and more intimidating than any man Jimin has ever met before.

He stops right in front of Jimin, his black face mask made it hard for Jimin to see who he really was. The bill of his black hat covered his eyes, but Jimin could see the pretty cat shape of them underneath it. One thing caught him off guard though, his left eye wasn't dark like his other, it was actually cloudy. Was he blind in that eye? Jimin could see a hint of a scar right below it and above it, so he can only assume that was the reason he was blind in that eye.

The man before him hums deeply, backing away, "I accept your pay Dae-hyun. Never contact me for money again, your debt is settled."

Jimin frowns, "Debt!? Father what is he talking about!?"

Dae-hyun, Jimin's father looks at Yoongi with sad eyes, "Can we please at least say goodbye? Will we ever see him again?"

"No. He won't be available for you to see again. This is what happens when you borrow $25,000 and don't pay me back. Now, I will take my property and go." He nods to Taehyung and the man straightens Jimin up for him to walk to the door.

Jimin thrashes, "Wait! What about my things!?"

"My men will take care of them," The boss growls, now grabbing Jimin's hair and tilting his head back to look at him, "You will do as I say from here on out. You're my property now, and if you try to escape I will hang your head on your parent's door. Understand me?"

Jimin glares, nodding once so the man will get out of his face. He jerks his head away, giving Jimin a slight case of whiplash before turning and snapping his fingers, "Grab everything of his, leave no trace of him in this house. Meet back at my place for the wedding tonight."

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Jimin stares out the window of the large house, sighing sadly at how fast his life turned around. When they pulled up to the house earlier today, Jimin nearly gawked at the size and the color of it. Of course, his parents must have gotten into trouble again and asked to borrow money from someone who was likely to either kill them for the payment or take off one of their limbs.

Honestly, Jimin would rather them have done that than to sell their son away. What's in it for Jimin anyway?

He heard the man say something before they left about a wedding? Was he marrying someone? Or was he marrying Jimin off to someone? Jimin's anxiety rises as the possibilities stack up and make him slightly dizzy until knock was heard throughout the room.

The door opens slowly, a boy with reddish-blonde hair peeks his head in and blinks innocently, "Uhm, sir? I'm here to get you ready for the wedding."

"I'm not going to the wedding," Jimin snaps, crossing his arms and turning back to the window.

The boy smiles, giggling slightly, "Sir, I'm sorry but you can't ditch your own wedding."

Jimin narrows his eyes, "Oh, so the bastard is marrying me off to someone huh? Hopefully, they're a lot kinder and not as dark and mysterious."

The boy bites his lip, not saying anything as he enters with a bag draped over his arm. He unzips the bag and reveals a stunning white wedding dress, then goes back out the door to bring in a smaller bag and opening it up to reveal the prettiest collection of makeup. All were the same brand, Jeffree Starr's logo smack dab in the middle of the eyeshadow pallet, concealer, lipsticks.

The boy smiles, patting the black cushioned footstool, "Come on, let's get you ready."

Jimin sighs, having no choice but to sit on the cushion and allowing the boy to fix him up for this wedding. He applies his makeup gently as if he was painting a portrait, and once he sprays some setting spray on he then goes to fix Jimin's hair. All in all, it took them almost an hour to fix Jimin up for this wedding, Jimin just hopes it's all worth it in the end. When they're done, the boy zips up his dress from behind and smiles, "You look, beautiful sir."

Jimin smiles back, "I hope the man I'm marrying thinks so too," he sighs, "What's your name by the way? You never really told me."

"Oh! Forgive me, sir, my name is Jungkook," He smiles, Jimin now taking notice that his teeth are oddly similar to the old pet rabbit he had before it died.

Jimin nods, "It's nice to meet you Jungkook. Are you a worker in this house?"

"Yes, well no I was actually taken as a debt settler from Yoongi. He married me off to Taehyung though and I couldn't be happier! The old life of mine I was abused so when Yoongi took me away from my parents I realized I was being mistreated. Once I came here, they all made me realize that I'm safe here. You don't think so after a while of staying, but Yoongi-hyung will grow on you and so will his men."

"Wait, Yoongi? Who's he?"

"Oh! Silly me," He laughs, his eyes crinkling adorably, "He's the man your marrying! The one who took you from your parents and rescued you!"

Jimin's jaw drops, "I'm..... I'm marrying the man with the blind left eye!?"

"Yes, don't worry sir, Yoongi comes off cold when you first meet him but he's actually a very sweet man. You may not have realized it yet, but he saved your life," Jungkook holds his hand out, "Ready to go get married?!"

Jimin sighs sadly, taking his hand into his own. His nails scrape against Jungkook's palm and the boy shivers, "By the way, what's your name? Yoongi I think is going to have me be your acquaintance."

"Jimin. No longer Park Jimin," Jimin mumbles, looking down and watching his step so he won't trip over his dress. He was actually scared to ruin the pretty white clothing and the expensive lacy material it is made out of. Jimin was actually terrified of how much money this man is made out of, "Did he buy all of this?"

"He had a few favors to ask of, but it was people who gave him this that have actually paid him back on time and didn't delay their payments. One that he's done favors for and returned asked some of his own."

"My parents, I never knew they were in that much debt," Jimin whispers, "I could've picked up an extra shift at the diner-"

"You don't work there anymore," Jungkook smiles sadly, "he called and told them you quit."

Jimin eyes start watering, "Fuck."

"Hey! Don't ruin my masterpiece," Jungkook waves his hand in Jimin's face, blowing cool air towards him to dry the tears, "If that eyeliner smears I'm going to bust your ass!" They stopped right outside a door and Jungkook peeks in and whispers to someone. He looks back at Jimin, "Are you ready?"

Jimin shakes his head, "No, but I don't have a choice for anything anymore so let's get it over with."

Jungkook adjusts Jimin's veil and covers his face, he smiles sadly to the bride then opens the door to reveal a room with hardly any people. Jimin would've admired the room if he wasn't getting married at the moment, to a man he hardly knew and was cold hearted. The only people present were the ones who accompanied Yoongi to Jimin's house and a man at the front of the altar with a book in his hands.

Jimin walks with Jungkook down the aisle, Jungkook gives him away to Yoongi and goes to sit beside the man who practically bruised his head from tugging on his hair so tightly. Jimin glares at him, turning his attention to his soon to be husband, noticing he was still in the same black outfit from earlier and the black mask covered his entire face except for his eyes. They were piercing him with their sharp gaze, the blind eye never moved.

The man that stood in the middle of them clears his throat, "Friends and family of the groom, we are gathered here today to join these two in matrimony. Or at least in a marital agreement. Min Yoongi, you have the floor."

Yoongi nods once, stepping forward and revealing Jimin's face from the veil and points to the book in the priest's hands, "By signing that contract there, you have given yourself to me for the rest of your life. I don't expect anything from you other than your signature and later your body on my bed. Sign it, or you'll suffer the worst torture you can think of."

Jimin bites his tongue as he glares his deadliest glare at the man in black, taking the white quilled pen and as the priest lays the book down, Jimin reads where he's supposed to sign and does so. Yoongi takes the pen and signs his name right beside his name, then takes the rings from the priest's hands. He slips on the pretty black diamond ring on Jimin's finger, then slips the black band on his own. He turns back to the priest who then claps his hands together and calls out, "By the power witnessed by me and by everyone in this room, these two are now wedded under Korean law! Yoongi, you may now take your bride-"

Yoongi grabs Jimin's hand tightly, dragging him down the aisle and out the door. They walk for a bit, Jimin allowing himself to be dragged back to the room where he was previously staying and Yoongi throws him on the bed. He grabs the key on the hook by the door, "I have a meeting to attend to, you're staying locked in here and if you so much as try to escape I'll remove your fingers with a hot blade."

He slams the door shut, Jimin grits his teeth and takes the time to pity himself. He slowly begins to remove his dress, letting it fall on the dark cherry wood floors as he walks to the bathroom to shower. He figures if he's going to be a sex slave for the rest of his life, he might as well make himself look appealing.

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Yoongi enters the room, not seeing his bride anywhere and he growls, "Jimin!" He barks.

Jimin comes out from the bathroom, dressed in a plain white T-shirt and a pair of black lacy panties Jungkook brought to him. Yoongi's eyes narrow, "Why aren't you in bed, waiting for me?"

"I figured I'd clean up for my husband," Jimin whispers, crawling into the comfortable king-sized, black bed. He looks up at Yoong, biting his lip as the man in the black mask grunts.

"You could've at least left the clothes off, saves me trouble."

"I... I at least wanted some sexual experiences before I completely give myself," Jimin mumbles, looking away ashamed. Who was twenty-three and a virgin these days?

Yoongi was taken aback, "What?!"

"I'm... I'm a virgin Yoongi," Jimin admits, feeling very exposed and embarrassed now. Yoongi strides forward and cups Jimin's face in his hands. He doesn't say anything, but his eyes look over every part of the younger's face.

"Take your clothes off," Yoongi commands softly. Jimin almost didn't hear him and he hesitated. Yoongi growls, "Now. Not later, now."

Jimin nods, grabbing the shirt from the hem and lifting it over his head, revealing the pretty hummingbird and flower tattoo on his hip and upper thigh and a shiny blue opal belly button piercing. Yoongi looks him over, his eyes catch on the beauty as his hands cup Jimin's hips. He groans the plumpness of them made him fantasize about the many sexual opportunities they'll have.

His fingers hook on the hem of the panties Jimin is wearing, bringing them down the thick, caramel brown thighs of the pinkette.
Once he's naked, Yoongi strips his own clothing off and reveals his hard member. It stood tall and proud, Jimin was actually scared of the size. Yoongi leans over, shutting off the lights, Jimin gasps at the sudden darkness. Yoongi shushes him, "I'm taking my mask off, and you're not allowed to look at me in the dark."

"I won't," Jimin shakes his head, reaching out to touch Yoongi but the man jerks away.
"And no touching me."

"Then how do you propose we have sex?" Jimin asks a little too sharply, sparking a twinge of interest in Yoongi.

Yoongi was silent, Jimin knew he was still there because he can still see the dark silhouette. Yoongi lets out a deep breath, "Fair enough."

The bed dips and from what Jimin can tell, Yoongi is really close to him. He can feel his warm breath, the smell of it made Jimin's mouth water at the minty scent. Soft lips attach to his neck, right under his jaw and near his ear, making him moan softly. He can feel light sucking as if Yoongi was placing a hicky there to let the world know Jimin was his.

"I'll be gentle tonight since it's your first time, but from now on I won't be," Yoongi tells the other bluntly, not caring if he's hurt the feelings of the pink haired man.

Jimin nods, he knew what this was. He's thankful that at least Min Yoongi, the man that ripped him from his home with his parents, is being nice to him just this once and not threatening to harm him. Yoongi lays him back, adjusting him to where his knees were bent and displaying his intimacy to Yoongi. The man in black groans, "I've been wanting to tell you that you're beautiful. I wasn't sure how you would take that coming from the man that took you away from everything you knew."

Jimin bites his lip, not saying anything as Yoongi's lips attach themselves on Jimin's chest, lightly biting and sucking his nipples. Jimin pants, throwing his head back in pleasure. Yoongi's lips trail down his stomach, to his cock where he kitten licks the shaft. Jimin jerks at the sudden pleasure, Yoongi holding him still, "Easy tiger, I'm almost there."

Yoongi's rough thumbs spread Jimin's ass cheeks apart and warm air was blown on the rim. Suddenly, there is a feeling of a wet object being inserted into him and Jimin moans, "Yoongi."

Yoongi hums, sucking on the rim and thrusting his tongue in and out at a fast pace. Jimin's never felt this type of pleasure before. The feeling of someone else pleasuring you, it was magical and addicting, he wanted this to never end. While Yoongi's tongue worked wonders, his long fingers decided to go ahead and get this boy prepped, he hasn't even felt the best part of sex.

A finger circles and pokes his rim, before finally it dips in slowly. Yoongi curves his finger when it was almost completely in and Jimin keens, "Oh god!! There, hit it again please!!"

"Oh? You mean this?" He sticks another finger in, curving them both on the sensitive gland and Jimin starts seeing stars.

"Yessssss!!" He cries out, the pleasure was so intense, "Please, I need to cum. Please!"

"You'll be cumming from my cock only my dear," Yoongi snaps, inserting a third finger and thrusting all three in and out of Jimin's hole. The pink haired man was squirming, unable to hold still when so many sensations were coursing through his body.

Yoongi sucks hickies on his inner thighs, those fingertips of his barely rubbed against Jimin's prostate and the younger was going insane. He starts to beg, "Please, Yoongi please I need you! Please please please~!"
Yoongi hums, standing and removing his fingers from Jimin. Jimin whines, he thought Yoongi was leaving but the male just laughs, "I can tell you're a virgin, you're fucking tight. No one has touched you? Nothing has been in you?"

"No," Jimin moans, "Please~"

The sound of a dresser drawer opens and closes, then the sound of foil being ripped apart. Jimin tried his best to see in the dark, but the silhouette of Yoongi's body is the only thing he can see. Yoongi crawls back in the bed, opening a bottle and squirting some liquid in his hands. Those same hands came back down and wet Jimin's ass, on the inside and outside. He was about to say something but it's as if Yoongi can read his mind, "Lube and a condom. I want your first time to be comfortable but I also don't want children."

His fingers were gone, but it wasn't long before something bigger touches him. Jimin flinches, the thing touching him felt huge, like the size of a ping pong ball. Yoongi shushes him, "I'm going to enter you slowly. Relax, listen to your body."

Jimin nods, relaxing a little even when the head of Yoongi's cock slowly enters him. Yoongi's lips attach themselves on Jimin's neck again as he slowly sinks into the younger. He praises him for being patient and for taking his cock nicely until finally, Yoongi bottoms out. From the darkness, and from what Jimin can feel, Jimin figures that Yoongi's cock is about nine inches long and the girth of it was fucking thick.

Yoongi doesn't move, Jimin releases a couple of tears from the stretch and burn. Finally, Yoongi couldn't take it, "I'm going to move slowly."

Jimin nods, listening to his body and relaxing to let Yoongi slowly pull out and push in slowly. He moves his hips only, leaving their chests pressed against one another and whispering into Jimin's ear, "You're taking me so well, you're doing so good princess."

Jimin moans, his head falling back against the pillows as Yoongi's pace was steady and kind of boring to Jimin, "Faster."

"Oh? You want more?" Yoongi grunts, moving his hips faster inside the younger. Jimin moans louder, his lips attaching themselves to Yoongi but the older pulls away, "I said no touching."

"I'm sorry, please-" Jimin reaches for him, the sudden removal of Yoongi's cock made him whimper, "Please, please don't leave me."

Yoongi was quiet, crawling back into the bed and grabbing Jimin's hands and pins them to the bed frame, "Don't touch me. And don't even think about giving me a hicky."

"I'm sorry Yoongi-"

"Silence," he snarls in Jimin's face, "My name for you is not Yoongi, "To you, it's master. Understand?"

Jimin nods, Yoongi growls, "Speak."

"Yes Master," Jimin whimpers, his eyes watering as Yoongi pushes back in and fucks back into Jimin faster. Forget being nice, he pounded into Jimin with no mercy.

Jimin cried quietly, feeling the pleasure rushing in him but also hating how his life is now. He's a slave, he married a man who had no soul. Yoongi growls, "Why aren't you moaning? Is this not enough for you?"

Jimin sobs, "I'm sorry," his hands would've cupped Yoongi's face but can't when the man above him has his hands bound with his own. Yoongi slowly removes his hands from Jimin's wrists and cups Jimin's hips, thrusting back into him gently. His face buried itself into Jimin's neck as the boy underneath sobs and feels himself getting closer, "C-Can I-"

"Go ahead," Yoongi mumbles, moving his hips faster but more gently, Jimin moans loudly and his back arches. Yoongi feels his semen coating their stomachs and shortly after he cums too. Once Yoongi has come down from his orgasm, he cups Jimin's cheek with one hand, "Go to sleep, we have a big day tomorrow."

Jimin sniffles, wiping his eyes and cheeks as Yoongi removes himself and the condom, throwing it away. He takes the tissues by the bed and cleans off his stomach, then takes a clean tissue and cleans off Jimin's tummy. Jimin once he was clean, rolled over and wrapped himself in the black comforter.

Yoongi doesn't say anything, feeling guilt eat him alive but his pride won't let him give in to it. Instead, he tucks Jimin in and kisses his temple, then replaces his mask on his face and left the room. Not even bothering to get dressed.

Once he was gone, Jimin lets out the sob he's been holding in, hiding his face in the pillow. This life was hell.

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It's been five months since Jimin has married Min Yoongi, his master, and at least four nights out of the week they have sex. Yoongi kept his promise, the first night was gentle but the nights after were rough and painful. Jimin wakes up with bruises on his body almost all the time now, and his ass was always hurting. But something good has come out of those nights.

He has gotten Yoongi to agree for them to tell one another something about themselves every time they have sex. Just one fact about each other, whether they were in the middle of fucking or Jimin was blowing Yoongi, they didn't care as long they shared it. Jimin at least wanted to know his husband a little bit more.

Every time they have sex, it was always dark and Jimin could never see Yoongi's face. As much as he wanted to, he was never allowed. He's asked before, and Yoongi never complied. But even though his husband's face remained a mystery, Jimin had grown to love him through his heart.

Even though he was cold and an asshole majority of the time, Jimin had grown to love his husband without knowing what he looked like. Every time he looked into those gorgeous eyes of his when they saw one another during the day, he can't help but see another side to Yoongi. A softer, kinder Yoongi.

Sometimes, he imagined what Yoongi looked like. He found out how to use it to his advantage though. One night while Yoongi was kissing the younger, he had Jimin's hands pinned so the younger couldn't touch his face or him, but that didn't matter to Jimin. He respected Yoongi's space. But in the midst of their kissing, Jimin decided to use his one question for the night, "Why do you wear the mask?"

Yoongi froze, lifting himself immediately off of the younger and started getting dressed. Jimin raises instantly, "What are you doing?"

Yoongi ignores him, and Jimin crawls towards him, "Master-"

"I'm not showing you my face," Yoongi snarls.

"You don't have to Master," Jimin whispers, "I just want to know-"

"In order for you to understand, I would have to remove my mask and I'm not doing it," Yoongi growls.

"Well if you're not going to answer that question, I'll ask a different one," Jimin snaps, crossing his arms sassily over his bare chest.

Yoongi growls, turning back to Jimin, "What is it?"

"What happened to your eye? You're blind in it aren't you?"

Yoongi was quiet, finally, he turns on the light and not having any shame as he stood there in all of his naked glory. His back was turned to Jimin, and Jimin couldn't see his face but he didn't have a mask on, "I'm blind in that eye, and if you want to know why I wear the mask, I guess I have no choice but to show you."

He turns slowly, revealing the huge scar on the whole left side of his face. It looks as if someone had just taken a knife and carved a gash in his face. The scar not only took up the left half of his face, but it also ran up above his left eyebrow and on his left eye.

Jimin stands, getting closer to Yoongi who just stares at him with his jaw set. Jimin touches it gently, tracing the scar with his manicured thumb nail. Jimin looks into his eyes as he smiles slightly, "You're beautiful."

Yoongi snorts, grabbing his boxers and putting them on, "No I'm not."

"You are Master, I was in love with you from just how little I knew about you and now..." He smiles, "I've fallen even more in love with you."

Yoongi stops, staring at him. Both look at one another, not sure what to do to engage interaction until Yoongi lunges forward and capture's the younger's lips. Jimin kisses back, knowing not to touch Yoongi's face but this time, the older grabs his hands and makes him cup his face in both hands. Jimin sucks in a breath, his thumbs stroking Yoongi's cheekbones, "I love you Master."

"Yoongi," the older mumbles, "No more calling me Master."

He lifts Jimin up, cupping his butt as he carries him to the bed and lays them both on it gently. Yoongi kisses Jimin passionately, a little rougher than expected, but still was more gentle than he has been here recently.

The older reaches into the bedside table and pulls out the lube, Jimin now realizing why the entire time vanilla was always the scent he smelt when he and Yoongi had sex.

Yoongi chuckles, "I love vanilla anything. Except for sex of course," he coats his fingers then slowly brings them down to Jimin's hole, "But for my husband, I'll make that exception when he asks for it."

Jimin giggles and Yoongi loved the sound. He removes what little clothing he had on and spreads Jimin open. Jimin is stretched slowly, Yoongi wanted to take his time and actually do something he's never done before, he was going to make love to Jimin.

Once Jimin was stretched well enough Yoongi slowly places himself inside and starts out at a nice and slow pace.
This was a lot like Jimin's first time, but instead of Yoongi's cold demeanor, it is replaced with kisses, whispers of 'I love you's', and lots of touching. When they were both close, Yoongi moans, "Together baby?"

Jimin whines, nodding his head as he wraps his legs around Yoongi, holding him against him as Yoongi cums deep inside of him. They spent the whole night kissing, making love and sharing tender moments and memories. Jimin found out what happened to Yoongi's face: apparently, he was in a fight with his father. He walked in on his father beating his mother and defended her with a knife. Although he got his father in the shoulder, the blade was removed and his dad managed to slice Yoongi's face open with it.

All the while, the night was perfect, and every night after that.

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"Daddy, tell us how you got the scars on your face again!!" Minji says sweetly, cuddling into her father as Yoongi chuckles.

"I've told you girls' the story already," Yoongi chuckles, his other daughter, Minji's twin, Yoonji climbs on the other side.

"You left out all the gory details when we were two!! Tell us what really happened!" Yoonji exclaims as she cuddles into her father as well.

Jimin watches from afar, giggling and admiring the twins as they crawl all over their father. Yoongi tells them the story again, Jimin thought he was telling them the real story but Yoongi told them the made-up version.

"So there I was, trying to get this guy to give me my payment and he was begging me to not ki-"

"Yoongi," Jimin scolds, "they're four."

"Right, well Daddy was trying to force him to give me the money he owed. Out of nowhere, a huge tiger leaps on top of Daddy and sinks his claws into my face."

The two girls stare in wonder as Yoongi reacted the memory, the fake memory, the girls were too little to understand what really happened to Yoongi. Yet again, they still didn't understand why Yoongi was taking people's money in that story. But, he left it to their imagination and they loved the storytelling from their father.

"Alright you kids, dinner is ready," Jimin chuckles, picking up Yoonji and setting her on his hip as Yoongi stands with Minji. A year after Yoongi and Jimin's marriage, Yoongi buys them a small house away from his house of business, especially after he found out Jimin was pregnant with the girls.

They were so happy, Yoongi was softer around Jimin, but when it came to Namjoon and the other guards, he was cold.

Especially towards clients.

Jimin at the end of the day makes the beast lock up and bring out the dad side of Yoongi. He told Yoongi when the twins were born, that if his cold demeanor didn't soften, that he will leave with the girls.

Now, Yoongi couldn't imagine a life without the identical twins who look like him and the love of his life who recently became a blonde. As Jimin passed out food on plates for his family, Yoongi settles the girls in their chairs and cuts their food up. Jimin then stops and looks at Yoongi, smiling as the older kisses his husband softly, "I love you."

"I love you too, and happy fifth anniversary," Jimin giggles.

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Another old one shot, and this was edited as well.