Jimin crouched on the couch, hunched over in the fetal position. His knees dig into his chest, pressing down hard that bruises were sure to form. His hands trembled, body quivering as if he was cold but that wasn't the case. He felt sick, stomach twisting and churning ready to expel the vile which burnt his insides. Tears drooled down his red cheeks in streams of fatal despair and self loathing.

It was his fault. He's the reason this happened. He did this to himself.

Those torturous thoughts swam through his head in cruel waves. If he had been stronger. If he had made sure all the doors were locked. If if if is all that came to mind. If things had gone different he wouldn't be on the ground crying and begging this was all a dream-nightmare he'd soon wake up from.

His throat caved in, closing until he couldn't breath, until he was suffocating on every inhale he took. His lungs stung from the brutal sobs he couldn't stop from coming. Every muscled ached, feeling stiff and rigid unwilling to move.

Flashes of his trauma invade his unstable mind, causing him to wince as the memories hurt. He couldn't relive it. Couldn't go back there because the pain was to much, the shame to bold in its destruction.

The sound of a firm knock on his door cracks through his torturous thoughts. His head with shakiness flicks to the door, gulping down his fear and anxiety he carefully gets up off the floor. He tightens his hold on the thin blanket which covers his bare body. His clothes still laid in a clump on the floor by the door where he was forced to remove them.

"Who is it?" He manages to choke out in a shaky voice, terrified to open it if it was him again coming back for more.

"It's the police. You called." A deep, steady voice replies back through the door.

Jimin with nervous steps walks towards the door, he carefully opens it to reveal a young women and older man police officers in a blue uniform.

"May I come in?" She gently asked, noticing how ruffled Jimin's appearance looked.

He timidly shakes his head without a word, allowing her in. He leads them to the living room, taking a seat on the couch. The male officer searched his small apartment going into the hallway and looking through all his rooms while the women officer looks around where they were, noting down everything she sees.

"You called the police about being attacked. Is the intruder still here?" She wants to clarify, being careful with how she speaks as she knows how delicate he must be feeling.

"No-I umm no he's gone now." Jimin chews anxiously on his inner cheek, keeping the blanket securely wrapped around himself.

"It's all clear, there's no one else here." The man confirms when he comes back in.

The women nods, taking the seat opposite Jimin, holding her notepad in hand. The man stands by the door, Jimin keeps a nervous eye on him.

"What's your name hun?" She gives him a comforting smile, keeping her voice calm.

"Jimin. Park Jimin." He kept his replies brief, not up to talking much.

"Is there anyone we can call?" She glances to her fellow officer when Jimin shakes his head.

He couldn't tell anyone. No one could know what happened to him. No one.

"Can you tell me what happened sweetie? Take me through the attack." Jimin winces at that word, it wasn't just an attack. The man took something from him he'd never get back.

"H-he...raped me." Jimin said in shame, feeling disgusting as he did.

Both officers share a look, the women takes a short breath before speaking.

"Who raped you?" Jimin shakes his head again, glancing to the floor as a form of humiliation.

"I-I don't know...he wore a mask." Images of that terrifying mask the man wore forces its way through his mind.

The women nods again, jotting down anything he said no matter how small it was. Another knock on the door rings, Jimin stares as the policemen who opens it.

"Detective." The officer greets the young man, allowing him inside Jimin's small apartment.

Another two officers follow the detective inside, wearing gloves and protective gear. They move around the room, one going into his bedroom while the other deals with the living room and his clothing which sat at the front door. Jimin watches him walk in, he looked tough but somehow gentle especially when his eyes laid upon the quivering boy in the corner. The women officer stands up, greeting the new man.

"Detective this is Jimin. We've searched the apartment and it's all clear." She informs him, the detective nods before moving his attention to Jimin as he takes the seat closest to him.

"Hello there, my names detective Jeon Jungkook. But you can just call me Jungkook. I'm going to be leading your case. Is it alright if you take me through everything that happened from the start." He gently asked, his voice like silk that slightly relaxed him.

Jimin shallows hard, the stone lodged in his throat growing painful. He didn't want to have to relive it, go back there because he knew how badly it's going to hurt. Jungkook noticed the hesitation, he quickly disperses it.

"Please, it will help catch whoever did this. I need all the information I can get. Just take your time, there's no rush." Jungkook reassures him, giving him a soft smile.

Jimin inhales a cracked breath, clenching his fist that rested on his thighs.

"I-I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door." He starts talking, his entire body stiffening as he recalls.

"What time was that?" Jungkook interrupts, notepad resting on his thigh.

"Around three. I remember because I looked at the time before I got up to answer the door." Jimin scrunched his eyes, thinking back if he'd just ignored it none of this would've happened.

Jungkook nods as he writes all this down, listening intently to everything he had to say. Officers rained around doing forensics, checking the entire apartment for anything worth taking in for analysis.

"Then what happened?" Jungkook flicks up from his notepad, encouraging him to continue.

"I get up to answer it, I thought it might've been Tae and he'd forgot his key." Jimin has to bite down on his bottom lip to stop it trembling.

"Whose Tae? Does he live here?" Jungkook interrupted again, making sure to get every little detail.

Jimin glances up at him with watery eyes, nodding his head. "He's a friend, he lives in the room next to mine. He works nights at a photography store, he usually comes home late."

"Where is he now? Would you like us to call him for you?" Jungkook knew this boy needed someone here to support him, comfort him as he was so vulnerable.

"No!" Jimin screamed loudly, shaking his head desperately. "He's still at work, I don't want to disturb him." Jungkook nods, respecting his decision even if he thought he should really call him.

"Okay we won't but if you change your mind just let us know and we'll make the call." Jungkook kept a calming tone, feeling a soft relief at seeing Jimin slowly relax.

"Can you tell me what happened when you got up to answer the door?" Jungkook moves them back to the event.

"I go to the door, opening it without even thinking. I should've asked. Should've made sure it was Tae before I opened it. I let him right in." Jimin clenched his fists harder, his nails digging into his palm until it started to sting.

"This isn't your fault Jimin, none of this is your fault do you understand?" Jungkook needed him to know he can't blame himself, not for what a monster did to him.

Jimin blinks his eyes, tears threatened to fall which he couldn't allow. He unconvincingly nods his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

"When I opened the door I was immediately shoved back, before I knew what was happening the door was slammed shut. I go to scream but he forces the head of the gun in my mouth." Visions of it bursts their way through, smothering him until he couldn't breath.

"He had a gun?" Jungkook's eyes widen slightly, this new information changing the game.

Jimin nearly throws up thinking about, remembering vividly the feeling of having the gun sit in his mouth ready to fire. He nods as he stares down at his feet, stray tear finally falling.

"He said if I screamed he was going to kill me, splatter my brains all over the carpet." He starts to choke up, sniffing as his nose begins to run.

Jimin stood paralysed in place, terrified to even breath in case the gun lodged in his mouth went off. A tall, slender man dressed in all black wearing a vendetta mask stands before him.

"Take off your clothes." His voice sounded dark, threatening in nature that it sent violent shivers down his spine.

Jimin felt a sudden, brute blow hit him right in his gut. It was painful and made him want to keel over and vomit his guts out. He couldn't do it. Couldn't strip for this man but when he feels the gun get shoved deeper into his throat until he gagged he changed his mind.

"Now!" It came out cruel, deathly that had Jimin instantly begin to remove his clothes.

The gun slowly gets taken out of his mouth once he starts doing as instructed. He first pulls down his sweatpants, being timid and shaky as he does. When they reach the floor an instant shame comes washing over him. The way the strangers eyes raked over his bare legs made him feel disgusted. His hands trembled when he lifts up his shirt, eyes stuck on the gun that kept pointing at him. He throws his shirt to the floor, standing there awkwardly trying to cover himself best he could.

"Underwear too." Is all the man says, gun trailing down to the black pair he still wore.

"P-please don't do this-." Jimin begs him, eyes welling with hot tears.

"Underwear now!" His voice rose, causing Jimin to flinch and quickly do what he said.

He kicks it to the floor, his clothes in a puddle by his feet. Jimin held his hands over his privates, not speaking in fear it would only anger him more. The man suddenly pulls out a silk tie from his pocket, he hands it to Jimin who looks at it in confusion.

"Put this on. Cover your eyes with it." He instructed, holding the gun firm in his hand.

Jimin takes it, struggling as he places the soft fabric over his eyes and ties it behind his head. He felt like a doll, like a dog being told what to do by its master. When he secures the blindfold he's aggressively spun around so his back faced the man. His breath hitches as he thinks he's going to be shot but instead his arms are forced behind him, another silk tie being wrapped around his wrists so tightly it burns his tender flesh.

"Walk." The cold metal of the gun presses on the crook of his back, enough to leave Jimin quivering in his spot.

Jimin stumbles forward, tripping over his feet as he couldn't see a thing. The gun stays lodged in his spine, reminding him of the danger he was in. The man helps guide him down the hall, forcing him to stop when they reach Jimin's bedroom. Using his foot the man pushes the door fully open and shoved Jimin inside so hard he falls on the floor with a pained grunt.

He's not on the floor for long as the man's rough hand tangled in his hair, yanking him up in one brutal movement. Jimin winces at the cruel action, it hurts but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. He's carelessly thrown onto his bed, his bare stomach forced against the mattress. His heads pushed down until he couldn't breath, the mans weight being pressed against his back. He feels him lean over, his warm breath tingling his naked skin.

"I've been waiting so long for this moment, I hope it was worth the wait." Those words stung, left a gruelling weight heavier than anything he's ever felt.

He sucks in a wavering breath when he feels a rough hand roam over his backside, circling his soft skin before coming down hard with a firm slap. Jimin has to bite down on the duvet under him to muffle his cry of pain. The man only chuckles, hand grabbing a large chunk of his juicy ass.

"Don't make a sound or it's going to hurt worse. Do as I say and everything will be fine." The man shuffled around, keeping a firm hand on Jimin's back to keep him down while his other fumbles with his belt.

The gun rested on the bed beside Jimin, still loaded and just as terrifying. Jimin stuff his face into the mattress, soaking the duvet in his tears. His arms ached from the position they're forced into. Shoulders turning numb, wrists stinging from the friction of the tight rope. He couldn't see but he could hear everything the man behind him was doing. He could hear the sound of his belt undoing. Hearing his zipper get yanked down, pants being pulled along with it.

"Just relax, it will hurt less." He suddenly sounded soft, hand tenderly running down the crook of his spine.

Jimin shivers at the touch, squeezing his eyes shut even though it didn't do a thing. His ears perk up to the sound of foil tearing, he recognises it. He could guess what it was and it only caused his stomach to convulse in complete terror.

No. No. Please no.

Jimin desperately wanted to find the words to speak, to find the strength to fight but the shear fear which consumed him prevented him from doing anything but just laying there paralysed in forced submission.

The man carefully rolls the condom over his throbbing erection. His hand moves back to intertwine with Jimin's delicate hair. He yanks and pulls at it in a animalistic motion.

"It's going to be okay, I'm going to take good care of you." Jimin almost pops a lung from how aggressively he screams the moment he feels him penetrate him with such force pain jolts up his spine.

Jimin grips the side of his head, dropping it down to rest between his legs. It was all to much, to painful to relive. His entire body shakes to the very core, tears soaking the carpet beneath him.

"Afterwards he told me I was better than he expected and that I should be proud." Jimin wipes his nose when he lifts his head back up, eyes red and puffy while they stared at the detective.

Jungkook clenches his jaw, glancing to the women who looks just as shocked. He truly felt for the boy, couldn't image the pain he must be going through.

"He threw this blanket over me then he left. Leaving me on the bed still tied up and blindfolded." Jimin glances down at the two red line marks staining both his wrists.

"How did you get out of the restraints?" Jungkook inquired, noticing he was free from them now.

Jimin rubs his sore skin, still feeling the lingering presence of the silk still tied around them.

"I shuffled around on my bed until I could get the blindfold off. When I managed that I got the scissors that were on my desk and used them to cut the rope off." He licks his dry lips, shallowing the nut that kept getting stuck in his throat.

"Did you call the police right away?" Jungkook couldn't help but feel bad to have to ask so many questions as he could see how difficult it was for him.

"I-I think so..I might've waited a bit. I don't really know I'm sorry." Jimin's mind became all jumbled, what happened after all just one big blur.

"No it's perfectly all right, you've given us so much thank you Jimin. Do you mind if we take that blanket you have on? If the man touched it his dna could be on it." Jungkook points to the fluffy woollen blanket that covered his trembling body.

"I don't have anything on, my clothes are over there on the floor." Jimin timidly reveals, not wanting anyone to see him naked not now maybe not ever again.

"Don't worry we'll get you something." Jungkook looks to an officer, signalling for him to get him something to wear.

Jimin chews his bottom lip, watching the officer disappear down the hall then come back with a pair of grey sweatpants and red jumper.

"Here you go, get changed in the bathroom then we'll take the blanket." The officer gently hands him the clothing, he thanks him before getting up and wobbling his way to his bathroom.

The moment he gets inside he collapses to the floor, breaking down and finally letting it all out. His chest heaves at a rapid pace, sobs coming out in angry heaves. He grips his clothes close to his chest, clinging onto them for dear life. He felt pathetic, utterly disgusting. He was revolting, he could still feel the mans rough hands all over him, roaming around claiming his body as his own.

He couldn't stop the tears, they kept flowing like a waterfall streaming down his cheeks. Using all his strength he pulls himself up off the floor, catching a glimpse of his disfigured appearance. He looked like a complete wreck, a ghost of the man he once was. He's never looked so frail, empty before and it scared him the most because he didn't recognise the man staring back at him.

"You alright in there Jimin?" The soft voice of the detective echoed through the door, it frightened Jimin at first but when he realised who it was he relaxed.

"Y-yes I'm fine. Sorry I'm coming now." Jimin rubs his eyes, riding the tears that kept welling.

He quickly discards the blanket, now finding it petrifying to touch when he realised who gave it to him. He pulls on his jumper, it happened to be his favourite so it brought him some comfort. He then carefully shuffled on the pants, finding it difficult since his lower half ached profusely. It felt like a knife was being stabbed repeatedly in his backside. Whenever he moved or bent over a surge of pain would slither it's way up his spine. With shaky hands he opens the door again, now fully clothed but still just as traumatised.

"Here's the blanket." Jimin bravely picks it up, handing it to Jungkook who now had gloves on and shoved the blanket into an evidence bag.

"Thank you Jimin. Is it okay if I take you to see a doctor? We need to collect any dna the man my have left and preform a rape kit for evidence." Jungkook hands the bag to the officer who takes it away.

Jimin gives a small nod, pulling down his sleeves to hide his trembling hands. Jungkook smiles before stepping out the way to allow Jimin to get out. He walks past several cops who were dusting his apartment. He's asked if he wants anything before he leaves but he replies no. Jungkook takes him out his apartment, down the stairs and to the sea of police cars that crowded.

"Will you stay with me?" Jimin asked nervously, being lead to one of the plain cars.

"Of course. I'm not leaving Jimin." Jungkook opens the door for him, he gets inside wincing slightly when he sits.

The ride was quiet, Jungkook focused on the road while Jimin slumped in his seat and caved in on himself. He kept fiddling with a loose string on his sleeve, using it as a distraction though it didn't really work. His mind would wonder to a dark place, to the horrific memory he never wanted to return to but couldn't help go back to.

He was so lost in thought he didn't even realise they had stopped moving until the sound of his door opening snapped him from his daze.

"We're here." Jungkook holds out his hand for him to take though Jimin hesitates before he accepts it.

He winces when he stands up, anxiously making his way towards the hospital. Jungkook stuck to his side, keeping a firm eye on him.

"The women is really nice, she'll look after you. She's very good at her job." Jungkook displays his badge when they pass the reception, heading into the elevator.

Jimin only shyly smiles, keeping his eyes down as they take the ride up to the fifth floor. When the doors open Jungkook leads them down a corridor towards another reception desk.

"Hi I'm detective Jeon, here to see doctor Jemma Matthews." He displays his badge again, the nurse on reception quickly calls someone.

They're taken to a small room, Jimin is asked to lay on the table. His legs are hooked up, ankles placed on the handles either side of him. A cover his draped over his lower half, making him feel less exposed than he already is. Jungkook sat in the chair beside him, a comforting hand resting on Jimin's shoulder as he could see how tense he was.

His hands were bundled up into fists as they clutched the cover. He can't look down, eyes wondering anywhere but between his legs. The doctor sat between his thighs, on her swivel chair.

"I'm going to do a swap of your anal area to collect any dna there might be. I'll then use this special dye to detect any damaged tissue once I've done that I'm going to use this instrument to go inside your anal cavity and collect any dna inside. It won't it hurt but you may feel some discomfort." She gently spoke, keeping her words short so they were easy to understand.

Jimin sucks a deep breath, nodding his head to show her he understands. She smiles before she starts the procedure. Jimin instinctively tenses when he feels her touch his sensitive area. Body turning rigid, expression morphing to one of pain. Jungkook instantly grasps his small, clenched hand in his own. Trying to comfort him through such a difficult time, well aware how hard this must be for him.

"You're doing great Jimin, really well. Just a little bit more then we're done." Jungkook praises him, wanting to ease the hardship.

Jimin squeezes his hand harder when he suddenly feels the instrument get gently inserted. His breathing hitches but he remains still for her.

"Awesome! We're all finished Jimin, you did brilliant. I'll let you get changed while I file all this and get the paperwork sorted." She removes her gloves, discarding them in the bin before collecting the swaps.

Jimin sits on the bed, holding his arms out while a man takes his pictures. Zooming in on the bruises left on his wrists. He turns his palms up as instructed, the man taking more pictures. He has to slightly pull down his gown so the can take photos of his neck and back. He takes ones of his stomach and legs as well, every inch of his body until he was satisfied he'd collect enough data.  Once it is all done Jimin wipes away the cold liquid she had used to make things easier. He carefully puts on his clothes, leaving the gown on the bed.

"Here's some medication to prevent any sti's or sexually transmitted diseases you may have got. Take two with food one a day, the instructions are on the back." The doctor hands him a pot of pills, he takes them.

"There's a phone number to call if you ever need anyone to talk to or need advice. If there's anything else you'd like to know just call." She looks to him softly, Jimin gives her a small thanks.

Jungkook walks him back out to the car, feeling this need to protect this frail man. Jimin gets into the car without a word, gripping onto the pills.

"Are you sure there's no one you want me to call? I really think you need someone right now Jimin." He drives them out of the hospital.

"I don't want to bother anyone, it's a Saturday they all are probably sleeping. I don't want to worry them." Jimin kept making excuses not to make that phone call, he just didn't have the strength.

Jungkook frowns at that, Jimin was to selfless he couldn't even bare making anyone else's lives harder even if he needed them.

"They should know Jimin, you're family would want to be there for you." Jungkook glances to him, sympathy in his milky eyes.

Jimin absorbed his words, knowing he was right but knew when he made that call they would look at him different. See him as this victim and not just Jimin. As they made it back to Jimin's apartment a young man sprints to the car. When Jimin gets out he's engulfed in this bone crushing hug.

"Oh my god Jimin! I'm so sorry! I'm so fucking sorry I wasn't there. This is all my fault." Tae mumbles in a cracked voice, squeezing Jimin even tighter.

Jimin froze for a moment, the sudden touch putting him on edge even though it was only Tae who he knew would never hurt him.

"T-tae..I was so scared." Jimin relaxes slowly but surely into his embrace, eyes stinging again with tears.

"We're going to find who did this Chim! We're going to find that fucker and lock him up." Tae spoke with distinction, confident in his words.

Jimin breaks away from the hug, having enough touching for awhile. Jungkook had stayed by his side the entire time, noticing how rigid he gets when someone touches him.

"Hi my names detective Jeon Jungkook, I'm the lead on this investigation. I think it's best you take Jimin somewhere else at least till the team finish up. He needs some rest." Jungkook smiles at Jimin, fighting the urge to touch him to help comfort him.

"Yeah, we can stay at my brothers. I've already got us a bag packed Chim, you don't have to go back in there." Tae picks up the bag he'd dumped on the floor when he raced to hug him.

Jimin thanks him, finding relief in knowing he didn't have to go back up there. He wasn't ready, wasn't ready to step back into that nightmare.

"Thank you detective for everything, you've been really kind to me." Jimin turns to the young man, scratching the back of his neck.

"You're very welcome, please call me Jungkook. If you need anything don't hesitate to call okay?" He hands Jimin his card who takes it gladly.

Jimin holds the card firm in his grasp, glancing over the numbers imprinted. It brought him some comfort to know Jungkook was just one call away. One call away and he'd be there for him.

"Thank you detective, you better catch this fucking asshole." Tae was consumed with anger and quilt that he wasn't there to protect his friend.

"I intend on it."

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Well damn did not expect it to be so long but there we go. Hopefully they're all this long. Didn't plan on posting it so soon but seeing your reactions it blew me away. Hope you enjoyed & will see you very soon.

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