Jungkook couldn't shake this uneasiness, anxiety he felt every minute that past. Jimin had been gone for seven hours, thirty four minutes and twelve seconds. Jungkook was counting, eyes wondering to his watch in desperation. No one he asked would tell him where he was, simply brush him off or ignore him completely.

His anxiety only grew, worsened with every minute that past. Jungkook struggled with abandonment issues, hated it when someone left him. So loosing Jimin even more than an hour was killing him. In the depths of his mind nightmares were claiming him, devouring his thoughts. He knew it was stupid, Jimin wasn't dead and he was going to come back but what hurt was he didn't know when or how he will be when he's back.

"Where is Jimin? I haven't seen him all day." Jungkook asked for the billionth time, fear clear in those dark eyes of his.

Jin sighs out of tiredness, he was aware Jungkook had been going around bombarding the stuff with this question. Driving them crazy with the constant mantra that seemed to be the only thing that slipped his lips. Where is Jimin?

"I've told you Jungkook, he is in isolation. His aggression and negativity was getting the better of him. He kept defying us, insulting us. This was the only way to get him to listen, realise the error of his ways." Jungkook stops himself from scoffing, finding their solution to Jimin's outspokenness stupid.

"You really think keeping him locked up, away from everyone will be good for him? How is that supposed to stop him being gay? Being homosexual isn't caused by being surrounded with other boys. This will do nothing but anger him or make things worse." He didn't know where this sudden courage came from to argue back, he's never stepped out of line in the two months he's been here.

"Enough Jungkook, I do not need your advice on how to do my job. You are here as a patient nothing more, now go to your room and get ready for bed it's almost curfew." Jin crossed his arms sternly, staring Jungkook down.

Jungkook huffs in defiance, not liking that his thoughts and opinions didn't matter. They pretend to listen to you here but they don't really. Just filter it out and talk to you like you never said anything. But he ultimately knew nothing he said or did would matter or make a whole lot of difference. They were set on turning you from gay to straight any way possible. Even if that meant hurting you psychically or mentally to do it.

So reluctantly he turns on his heels, stomping down the hallway. His stomach ached, he felt awful for letting them do this to Jimin. Felt like he failed him, he's supposed to protect him. He had to especially after everything he's been through. Jungkook didn't hate many people but Jimin's father was one of them. He despised the man, hated him for what he did to such a kindhearted boy like Jimin. Parents were supposed to look after their children, love them not beat and shower them with insults. Jimin didn't deserve that, didn't deserve any of it.

Though Jungkook didn't know what it felt like to have parents he certainly knew how they should act. He dreamt about having them his entire life, having a mother to hold him, kiss him. A father to read him bed time stories, teach him how to play catch. That's all he really wanted that and to be loved. It was probably a cliche-hell it definitely was a cliche but all he wanted even as a kid was for someone to love him.

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Jimin's hands ached, stung from the brutal force he used banging on the permanently locked door. The silence, the emptiness of the box sized room was pushing him to his limit. The white light was searing, it never seeming to fade or dim. His throat was raw, the constant screaming did nothing but strain out his vocal cords and dry out his mouth.

"Let me out! Let me fucking out!" His pointed shoe slams against the door, his warm breath fogging the small peeping window.

It was pointless, no one came for him, no one listened to his pleas. The only time they came was to give him his breakfast and lunch which always ended up as a mush on the floor. He'd kick the food, throw the dish around the room in a fit of rage that resulted in him being tackled to the ground and forced feed. One guard would stuff his fat, chubby fingers into his mouth, prying it open while the other poured the brown glob down his throat. He'd gag, choke but they wouldn't stop until he had eaten every last drop, including what dropped on the floor.

"Next time you better eat the food or we'll have to do this all over again." One would bark at him before they left the room, locking him inside.

Jimin would growl at them, eyes glaring even until they left. He hated this place, hated his father for sending him here, hated himself for being here. If had only kept quiet, stayed in the closest none of this would've happened.

No! If his father wasn't an abusive, small minded asshole who couldn't except who his son was this wouldn't have happened. Or if he hadn't been caught that night, let himself be lured by his charm he wouldn't be here. It wasn't fair he got punished for what he did. He knew what he was doing Jimin didn't, he was drunk that night because if he was sober he'd have never done that.

Because of him he was like this, became this person afraid of love, of feeling. He was the reason he lashes out, why he has such a harsh bite. He had to become strong, defensive after what happened. The rumours he spread, bullying he caused forced him to turn into this cold person who doesn't give a fuck. Why he has to speak his mind, show people what they say and do don't affect him so they stop, leave him alone.

That night continues to replay in his mind, haunt what dreams he had. It was the night he lost his virginity, his innocence. He didn't want to lost it like that, not with him, not there. He wanted to want it, to lose it when he was ready not in some random persons house, drunk with hundreds of people just outside the door.

Jimin wondered around the house in a daze, the crowds of people around him becoming a blur. This was the first party he's ever been to, ever been invited to. He'd never been old enough to go to one, though sixteen was still to young it didn't stop him going. He begged his father to let him go, pleading with him until he eventually caved in.

He allowed him since his elder sister would be there, her boyfriends friend was hosting it and said they could all come including him. He was beyond excited, it would be his first teenage party and he couldn't wait.

"Does this look okay? How's my hair?" Jimin kept battering his sister with questions, wanting to look perfect for this party.

"You look fine Jimin stop worrying, god you're like a girl." She shock her head, Jimin frowns at hearing her say he looked fine.

"I'd say he looks better than fine, you look great Jiminie." Kai his sisters boyfriend winks at him, Jimin immediately blushes at the compliment.

His sister rolls her eyes, Kai pulls her closer, whispering something he didn't hear but it made her laugh. Jimin turns to his mirror, looking at himself, taking in his appearance.

His hair was a piercing black with stripes of orange highlighted in. He wore suffocatingly tight torn black jeans along with a leopard almost silk buttoned up shirt, though the first three were undone, showing off his pale skin and defined collarbones. He had to admit he looked sexy, hot even if he didn't say so himself.

"Alright are you done checking yourself out Chim? Can we go?" His sister asked, Jimin turns back to her nodding.

He sat in the back of the car cramped between Kai and his friend Suho. His sister drove with her best friend in the passenger seat. He wasn't sure if he was imagining it or if it was due to how little space there was between them but Kai seemed to be pushing his hand across his thigh every now and then. His slender fingers sometimes touching his exposed knee or bit of thigh that peeked out through the many holes he had littering his pants. Yet whenever he would flick his gaze to Kai he would be looking forward or out the window as if he hadn't been doing anything.

So Jimin shook his head, believing he was just overthinking. Kai wasn't touching him or if he was simply didn't mean too. He was dating his sister and has never shown him any interest or bothers to talk to him when he comes over to see Becky.

When the car stops, Kai suddenly grips Jimin's thigh as he gets out. Jimin frowns at that but when he looks Kai's already grabbing his sister and walking towards the house. Jimin quickly follows, deciding he was definitely reading into things that weren't there.

Upon entering the house his eyes lit up, it was booming. There were neon lights everywhere, shrouding the house in this stunning white purple. The music was blaring, people clearly already drunk, alcohol invaded his nostrils the further he walked into the house. He couldn't stop from smiling, this was the best thing he's ever done. Parties were going to be his new thing, he just knew it.

"Here Jiminie, I think you'll like this." Kai comes up with a red plastic cup in his hand, giving it to him, his sister stood beside him with a cup of her own.

"What is it?" He cocks a brow, taking the cup, sniffing the strange substance inside.

"Taste it to find out." Kai bites his lip, Jimin could've sworn he winked at him.

Jimin nods, his sister smiled at him, she to him looked to be a bit tipsy already. She was never one to hold her alcohol, after one maybe two and she was gone.

"Try it Chim! You'll love it I promise." She giggles, downing her second drink, she skulled her first one in the kitchen along with two shots.

Jimin brings the rim to his lip, bending his head back, letting the cold liquid slide down his throat. He winces at the burning sensation, face twisting into on of disgust. Both of them laugh, Kai more than Becky, his eyes never leaving him.

"Urgh it's so bitter, it burns." Jimin looks at the cup grimacing, it still looked so full even after the large gulp he took.

"You'll get used to it after a few, come on Jimin I though you wanted to party. Here I'll mix the vodka with some sprite." Kai grabs a bottle that laid on the table, pouring some into his cup.

"You gave my baby brother straight vodka? Are you crazy!" Becky slaps Kai, though it was an empty complaint.

"What? He wants to get drunk doesn't he?" Kai shrugs, pushing the cup to Jimin, encouraging him to drink.

Jimin brings it back to his lips reluctantly, remembering how last time it burnt his throat. But with sprite it has to be better, he loved sprite. He leant his head back, taking a bigger sip than last time. And he didn't regret it, it tasted amazing, way better than before. Next thing he knew he was finishing off the rest, asking Kai for another who gladly made him one.

"Let's see if you're lightweight like your sister huh Jiminie." Kai teases, looking back at Becky who was on the dance floor looking like a complete idiot.

"I'm no lightweight." Jimin narrows his eyes teasingly, skulling down his second drink only to ask Kai for another.

Jimin thought tonight was going to be fun, the best time of his life. How wrong he was, because if he knew what events took place in the next few hours he'd of never gone. Never taken the drink Kai had offered, never taken the next three he gave him or let his bet get to him. He'd have just stayed home tucked into his bed instead of being there, getting drunk and losing something he wasn't ready for or wanted to lose.

For that night he lost his virginity in the worst way possible, hurting those he never wanted to in the process.

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The flashback will continue into the next chapter, it's a long one. Poor Jimin I'm sure you know what's coming🥺

Love you my psycho bunnies 🐰