Jimin didn't know how many he had, lost count of the amount of deliciously sweet yet bitter concoctions Kai had made for him. All he knew was he couldn't stop, one after another the cold brew slipped down his throat with ease. It no longer burnt, no longer sending him in a fit of coughing. Now he could happily down every single one in less than a minute.

"Guess you aren't a lightweight Jimin." Kai watched him chug what he had left in his cup, Jimin hums in reply.

"Told ya! This guy an't no pussy when it comes to drinking." Jimin laughs at himself for saying pussy, maybe he was a little drunk.

"You sure aren't, want another one? How about a shot? You will love those." Kai doesn't wait for his answer, grabbing a half empty bottle of gin from the stash that hordes the table.

He pours two large shots, almost overflowing the small cups. Jimin watched him fill the two cups, being handed one when he finished.

"Bottoms up." Kai taps his cup, lifting his head back, gulping it down in one.

Jimin hesitated for a moment, but doesn't get much time to dwell on it as Kai's pushing the cup to his lips, edging him to drink. Jimin gags slightly when the hard liquor passes his throat, burning on its way down. He coughs once he finished, Kai chuckles softly patting his back.

"Wasn't so bad now was it? You should now and truly be fucked Jiminie." Jimin blinks his heavy eyes, head spinning, thoughts going fuzzy.

"Don't like shots, they hurt." Jimin looks down at his empty cups, debating if he wanted to wash down this foul taste with another sickly sweet mixer.

"Yeah but it's the best way to get drunk, here finish mine off. It's rum and coke you'll like it." Kai gives him his almost full cup, smiling when Jimin gladly takes it, chugging the lot.

Jimin was truly and completely gone at this point, he couldn't stand without wobbling. Took him a good few seconds to form sentences and when he did speak it came out as incoherent rambling.

"Fuck Kai! I'm so much fun..-this is fun. Getting drunk is fun! I love alcohol." Jimin begins screaming about how much he loves drinking.

Kai laughs at him, watching him sway back and forth as he stands. Jimin giggles erratically, bumping into him every now and then, unconsciously rubbing his ass into him or the side of his hip. He looks lazily to the crowd that gathered on the dance floor, his hooded eyes looking for his sister.

"Becky! Becks." He calls out, though it was effortless since the music drowned him out.

"Don't worry about Becky Jimin, she's having her own fun. Let's have ours." Kai touched his lower back, Jimin whips his head in his direction, nodding frantically.

"Yes! Let's have fun." Jimin stumbles closer to him, almost collapsing onto him.

Kai wrapped his arms around his waist for support, catching him before he fell. His eyes scan around, checking that no one was watching which they weren't, everyone to drunk to notice. He caught Becky in the corner of his vision, she was past out on the couch next to Sarah her friend. She always did this, got drunk to early then crashed before the fun even started.

Kai flicks his gaze back to Jimin, admiring his stunning natural beauty. Jimin's eyes were unfocused, mind in a haze from the amount of alcohol circling his system.

"I gotta pee, I'll be back." Jimin pushes himself off, a cute grin on his lips as he stumbles away.

"Wait, I'll show you where it is." Kai stops him, grabbing his hand he drags him away.

Kai pulls on his arm, Jimin lets himself be dragged along behind him. Kai pushes through the crowd, Jimin laughs now and then for unknown reasons. He couldn't seemed to stop, he was so giddy. This feeling was new to him, he enjoyed how relaxed he was, how everything seemed so exciting through beer goggles. It felt exhilarating, he could get into drinking, he rather liked it.

Kai takes them upstairs, it was less crowded, the hallway had a few stragglers but not many. Jimin looked around in awe, there were so many rooms, the house was huge, a maze in itself. He's suddenly pulled into a room, it was dark, he could barely see.

"Bathroom?" Jimin asked innocently, wondering why it didn't look like one but instead looked like someone's bedroom.

"Do you know how fucking hot you are Jimin? Know how much of a tease you are?" Kai inches closer to him, forcing him against the wall, trapping him.

Jimin blinks slowly, trying to comprehend what he just said. Struggling to absorb it through the heavy amount of alcohol he's consumed. But he could've sworn Kai had just said he was hot.

"What? Where's the toilet Kai?" Jimin tries moving but Kai presses his body into him, arms coming to either side of his head.

"You've been begging me for weeks now Jimin, flirting with me, walking around topless just to give me a good look. I know what you want, I've known for awhile now." Kai starts rubbing himself against him, brushing their crotches over each other.

Jimin's eyes widen, a small part of his brain beginning to realise what was happening. He wiggles around, attempting to slide out of his grip but it doesn't work Kai's rough hand snakes around his throat, stopping all movement.

"Kai! Kai what are you-." He squeezes causing Jimin to grunt, choking on air.

"I know you want me to fuck you, you don't have to pretend. Becky isn't here, it's just me and you. I thought to wanted to have fun?" Kai tilts his head in amusement, abruptly pulling Jimin off the wall, pushing him onto the bed that sat centre of the room.

Jimin falls back with a thud, head landing on the edge of the soft pillows. His body was so limp, weightless Kai was able to overpower him with ease. Jimin stares up at the ceiling, trying to stay focused but his mind kept drifting. But he's yanked back to reality when he feels his new shirt being ripped open. His eyes flicker down, Kai was on top of him, straddling him while he tore at his shirt.

"I've always wondered who'd be better in bed, You or your sister. Guess there's only one way to find out right?" Kai smirks sadistically at him, Jimin felt his entire body go cold, shudder with fear at his sinister words knowing exactly what will happened next and that he couldn't do anything to stop it.

Jimin sat in the corner of his box room, hunched over cradling his legs. He didn't know what time it was or how long he's been here. The white light that lit the room was constantly on, distorting his sense of time. His eyes permanently locked onto the door, hoping if he stared long enough it would open. He'd just been given what he guessed was dinner or maybe lunch but it could've been breakfast. All the meals were the same, this grotesque brown mush that tasted like dog food mixed with honey not the nicest combination.

"You better eat it this time." The nurse said once he came in, placing it down in front of him.

"Fuck you fatty! Why don't you eat it seeing as you love food so much." Jimin couldn't control his anger, continuing to snap at anyone who stepped foot inside his little prison.

The nurse glares at him before lunging, holding him down, prying his mouth open with his chubby fingers. He tried thrashing about but it was no use, another nurse comes in, grabbing the bowl and beginning to spoon feed him. Jimin fought them every step of the way, they even had to open and close his mouth to get him to chew because he'd refuse. When they were done they let him go, Jimin would be shaking, trembling with anger that only grew the longer he stayed in that room.

This couldn't be legal, he wasn't even eighteen they couldn't treat him like this yet they were. He hated everyone in here, especially the so called doctor Jin who was supposed to be helping him, taking care of him. This wasn't what doctors did, treat their patients like dogs, wild animals that needed to be punished to learn their lesson.

Since being in here his nightmares had come back, they hurt, made him hate himself. After that night he changed, became this cold person who only did one night flings. He didn't see the point in loving or cherishing anything since it was worthless. Virginity didn't matter, once you lose it, it makes you realise how pointless it was to cherish in the first place. Sex wasn't special nor was it about love. Jimin knew that, learnt that the hard way and was punished for it.

Every guy he had been with felt the same, only wanted him for his body, for the glory of saying they tapped that. He became the talk of the school, every guy wanted him even if they wouldn't admit it. He enjoyed it for a while, the attention, the flattering remarks guys would make. But the novelty soon wore off, soon guys would just go straight to the point. Asking for a fuck, saying they heard he was good from a friend. That is what Kai had turned him into, the slut of the school because of the rumours he spread.

And when his father found out about the rumours he was not happy, god he was pissed. It gave him more of a reason to hate him, despise him more than he already did. Also allowing him to blame what happened to his sister on him, that he was the reason she got into a accident. Twisting everything bad that happened to them on him because he was gay.

He was the reason his mum died, he was the reason he lost his job, he was the reason his sister crashed that car.

All of it was his fault because he was gay and his father couldn't have that-No he wouldn't have that. Being sent here was the only way for Jimin to get redemption, to fix the mistakes his homosexuality had made. But what his father didn't seem to or want to grasp was that being gay didn't cause anything. His mum didn't die because he liked boys, his father didn't lose his job because he enjoyed sucking dick, his sister didn't crash that car because Jimin was gay no she crashed that car because her boyfriend raped him.

It was Kai's fault what happened to his sister, it was because of him she died.

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Dang I just can't help myself can I? What can I say I live for the darkness.

Love you my psycho bunnies 🐰