A beautiful mess

Maybe Jimin was too tired last night and didn't have enough energy to move. Or maybe he wasn't feeling well. But whatever the reason was - he had decided to spend a night in bed with you. And that was different. You knew that Jimin wouldn't do something like this carelessly, because so far he had made sure that his control over you was so much more than physical. Jimin had made sure that he was controlling you mentally too - he always choose what to do and what to say in front of you very carefully - as if he was scared that you would see him do something or hear him say something that would make you fear him less. So you were absolutely sure that Jimin knew what he was doing when he decided to stay. He had a reason.

You looked up at him, a small smile tugging on the corners of your mouth. Jimin looked so peaceful and so close when he was asleep. So approachable. You wanted to reach out and touch him. To run your fingers through his hair and listen to his breathing. But at the same time you didn't. You absolutely hated yourself for being like this. For thinking of him this way. Jimin was a monster. And you of all people should know that. But at the same time you couldn't help but see the soft side of him. And it terrified you that the soft side of Jimin that you thought you were seeing was just a trick your mind was playing on you to help you deal with this entire situation. And even if it wasn't a trick you knew that the way you thought of Jimin was still not okay after the things he had done to you.

You shook your head and sat up in bed. You're Jimin’s slave - his prisoner - and you should never, ever forgive him for those things, you reminded yourself as you stood up quietly and stretched next to the bed. You weren't even going to wake him up. Just stand up and leave, go to your room and try to avoid that monster for the rest of the day. He doesn't deserve anything, you thought, not your compassion or your friendship or your love or…

Ding-dong.

The sound of the doorbell interrupted your thoughts. You thought you were just imagining things at first because...It just couldn't be...Jimin would never allow something like this to happen while he was asleep. After all - you could just go downstairs and open the door for whoever was ringing the doorbell - ask them for help. No...It couldn't be...It was probably your mind playing tricks on you again….

Ding-dong.

Ding-dong.

The sound felt like it was teasing you now - making fun of your stupidity or your craziness...or both. It felt real though and you couldn't just sit here and question your sanity while your chance for escape was quite literally knocking on your door and your captor was asleep. This might be your chance to get out of here and you weren't going to waste it.

You got dressed quickly and carefully made your way out of the room, quietly closing the door behind you. The house felt so...open to you when Jimin was asleep. It made you feel like you were in a fairy tail - you a young princess, taken away from her family and life, and Jimin - the evil, fire breathing dragon who was keeping you in….and who was now asleep.

Ding-dong.

You went down the stairs and stopped in front of the giant door, your hand hovering hesitantly over the door handle. What if this was a test? What if this was just Jimin trying to test your obedience?

There’s no way, you thought, if this was a test he’d be awake.

Your heart was thumping against the inside of your chest like crazy. The simple act of opening that door was probably one of the most terrifying things you had ever had to go through but you knew you had to at least try…

You carefully and quietly pressed down on the handle, opening the door...And you couldn't believe who was standing in front of you…

It was him. The person whose fault it was that you were here today. Someone who had caused you just as much pain as Jimin. Jeon fucking Jungkook. His dark hair falling in front of his eyes as he stood in front of you not saying a word, his eyes colder than ever as he stared at your significantly smaller figure. But what unsettled you most about him...was that he didn't even seem surprised that you were there standing in front of him…

“What are you doing here?!” you asked, your brain still not being able to understand what's going on.

He just kept looking at you silently.

You shook your head and scoffed in confusion, “Hold on. Hold on. So you KNOW Jimin? Did you know him before he kidnapped me? Do you work for him?! ANSWER ME JUNGKOOK!”

You groaned in frustration and shoved his shoulder. You noticed that Jungkook was looking down at his feet and you wondered if his silence was filled with shame.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with darkness, “I think you can guess the answers to most of your questions…”

After saying that Jungkook tried to walk past you and get inside while you stared at him with a shocked expression. You shook your head and stepped in front of him refusing to let him in.

“No…” you shook your head again not believing anything, “I’m not letting you in until you tell me the truth...All of it...Not until you admit to every single lie you ever said to me…”

Jungkook stared at you then sighed.

“I’ve worked with Jimin before...It’s all very bad and illegal but he does his whole demon thing and I just help him out in a human way...I kind of...Connect him with people…”

You shook your head, understanding what he meant but not really willing to admit it to yourself.

“So...none of it was real? You were just...a bait? Something that Jimin used to get closer to me…?”

As the words came out of your mouth your stomach started to turn and you started feeling even more sick when Jungkook nodded, confirming the fact.

“Y-yes,” he said, “It was mostly staged….For the most part…He gave me a picture of several girls, told me their names and I basically had to...decide between them. You were one of those girls...My deal with him was that he’ll pay me and I had to date you, get close to you and learn more about you…”

Your eyes were filling up with tears as the concept of your reality was falling apart before your very eyes. Until that moment you thought your reality was your boyfriend, your friends, your classes...Not soul sucking demons and sex slaves...It all felt like a dream...A crazy fucking nightmare.

“I actually felt like I had a connection with you…” Jungkook was saying, “In a way that I didn’t exp-”

“Did you ever really love me?” you interrupted him sharply, “Did you?!”

Jungkook stared at you, and it seemed like his eyes started tearing up as well, his cold facade breaking down in a way that you didn’t expect it ever would.

“Y-yes…” he mumbled, it was almost inaudible but the single word left you in more pain than anything Jungkook had said before that.

You wanted to hug him, kiss him and dry his tears. You wanted to forgive him. At the same time you wanted to slap him, to hurt him and to claw his eyes out.

You opened your mouth to say something as you finally collected your thoughts when a cold voice that sent shivers down your spine interrupted you from somewhere behind you.

“Oh! I see you two have had a little...reunion….” Jimin let out a small chuckle but it was as cold and emotionless as his doll-like face.

“Jungkook,” he stopped next to you and looked at the younger boy, “I thought you were here to do business with me? Or did you change your mind and decided to have a little conversation with my sweet Y/N here?”

Jungkook was going to answer when Jimin turned to you and continued talking coldly, making you feel so much smaller than he had ever made you feel before.

“And you...Miss Y/N...Didn’t you think that this was going to be a bad idea? Didn’t you take one minute to think about the consequences?”

He took a step closer to you making you step back in fear as he bit his lip, his eyes turning the all-too-familiar colour of angry red.

“I’m starting to think that you’re asking for this shit...A little slut like you - you’re acting like you’re purposely trying to get yourself in trouble...Do you like getting punished, babygirl? Is that it?”

Jimin placed his hand on your cheek and it didn’t feel like a real person was touching you - his skin cold and dry. You thought he was going to come even closer and hurt you. And Jimin seemed like that was his idea at first but then his eyes flickered and he seemed to think of something else.

“Come!” he turned around, heading up the stairs, “I want both of you in my office.”

You had never actually fully seen Jimin’s office. It was extremely cold and blacks and grays were the dominating colours in the room. Everything in the office was meant to be practical, useful and minimalistic. There was no decoration and the only window in the entire room had the blinds down so no light was coming in from outside. It was just as scary as the Dark Room you thought.

Jungkook was sitting a few inches from you in the other chair that was positioned in front of Jimin’s desk as the other man stared at the two of you, his emotionless expression - as always - revealing nothing.

“Y/N,” your Master finally broke the silence, “I want you to get up on the desk and kneel on all fours. Make sure both me and our guest can see you.”

Your limbs started shaking and you felt like you couldn’t get up. You knew whatever Jimin had in mind was going to be painful, humiliating, or most likely - both.

While you were trying to convince your body to do as you were told, Jimin reached in his desk drawer and pulled out an envelope, placing it on the desk silently and Jungkook just looked at you, his expression just as confused and scared as yours. You wanted to slap him - fucking Jungkook had nothing to be scared of - you in the other hand….

You felt your legs unfold as your body moved into a standing position and you knew this was Jimin. He was making you do it. But you didn’t struggle - you had learned from experience that struggling against his powers is only more painful.

Following Jimin's instructions you carefully got up on the fooden desk, kneeling down on all fours as the two men stared at you from each side - one with concern and the other with a small smirk that you knew meant nothing good.

Jimin pointed at the envelope that sat on the desk next to you and turned to Jungkook, “That’s your payment. It’s the full amount we agreed on at the start.”

You saw the boy reach forward for the envelope and knew that he wanted to leave. To get his money and get out of here before he had to witness whatever Jimin was going to do to you. It made you wonder if Jungkook really did care about you. If he really ever loved you the way he said he did.

Jimin shook his head and pulled the envelope away from Jungkook, giving him a sharp look. “Uh-uh…” he said smiling, “Not yet. First, I want you to see this...I want you to watch her get punished…”

Jimin stoop up and moved to stand closer to you, placing his hand at the back of your thigh. You weren’t wearing anything besides a dress you managed to find early in the morning in the pile of clothes next to the bed in the Dark Room.

“I want you to stay here and see how good Y/N is for me,” Jimin moved his hand upwards and you felt goosebumps forming on your skin at every spot he touched you, “I want you to see how much she can take and how good she looks when she gets punished for being a disobedient whore.”

As he said that, Jimin rolled up your dress and landed a hard slap on your ass, the sound echoing through the room. It hurt but you kept quiet.

“And after I’m done you can get your money, get the fuck out of here and don’t speak a word to anyone about this, understand?”

Jungkook nodded slowly and you could see that he was scared. Both for himself and for you.

“Good…” Jimin simply nodded before turning back to you.

You felt his hand slide up the soft skin of your back, guiding the fabric of your dress up your neck and over your head so you were left completely naked in front of the two of them. You took a deep breath trying to calm your nerves.

You felt your master move to stand behind you, throwing aside your dress as he pulled something out of his desk. You hear a click and then a vibrating sound and you realized it was one of his toys. If Jimin used one of his toys you knew that you were either not going to cum or cum so many times that it’ll start hurting.

Jimin placed the vibrator on your entrance and then thrusted it inside of you mercilessly, all the way in, making you realize the full size of the toy was way bigger than you expected.

It stung and you let out a soft whimper as you felt his other hand slap one of your ass cheeks.

“Look at her…” Jimin said and you could hear him smiling, “Look at what a fucking mess she is…”

His hand came down to spank you again while his other hand moved the vibrator around inside of you.

You looked down at Jungkook. His face was pale and eyes were wide and you wished he would stand up and try to do something. Try to stop Jimin. But you knew he wouldn’t. You knew it was just not possible for Jungkook to stop him. Moans were leaving your mouth even though you didn’t want them to, the toy inside of you giving you pleasure that you didn’t want.

Jimin took a step away from you and chuckled darkly.

“Look how fucking desperate...She’s so eager for a good fucking that she enjoys it even when it’s a punishment. Even when it hurts…”

As he said the last word, yet another slap came down on your skin. You let out a sound of pleasure, pain and embarrassment. It just hit you exactly how humiliating and awful it was. In this room, surrounded by these two people - you were just a toy. You were weak and helpless. And that moment you weren’t really a person.

With each grunt of pain that you let out after each slap, Jungkook’s eyes seemed to start filling up with tears as well. After each time Jimin pulled out the toy and then shoved it back inside of you in the most ruthless way possible, you could see Jungkook wince in pain as well. You didn’t if it was because he felt sorry for you, or because he actually cared or because he felt guilty for what he had done to you, or maybe because Jimin was playing some type of mindgame with him too that made Jungkook hurt. It was all too much. Too weird. But you knew this was exactly the kind of thing Jimin loved - exactly the kind of thing he fed off of.

You felt your orgasm approaching. You knew Jimin wouldn’t let you cum. Just as your moans and whimpers got louder, filling up the room you felt him pull the vibrator out of you and put it on the desk. Both you and Jungkook turning around to look at him as you waited for your Master’s next move.

Jimin smiled at Jungkook. A terrible, cold smile.

“Did you enjoy that?” he questioned Jungkook, but your ex boyfriend didn’t say anything. He was getting more and more pale by the second and you knew he was afraid and uncomfortable. But not as afraid and uncomfortable as me, you thought.

“But it’s not over yet!” Jimin’s smile turned into a grin and you hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. “For the grand finale you’re going to watch me fuck your Y/N like a bitch.”

A small sob escaped you. You wondered if Jungkook felt anything while watching this. You wondered if he was maybe enjoying it. You wondered if it hurt him. And you wondered if he regretted everything.

You didn’t really care, you realized. It was Jungkook’s fault that you were now standing here. It was his fault and no one else’s. Not even Jimin’s. Because Jimin is a monster. He didn’t care - he can’t care. But Jungkook loved you. He cared. He was a human. And maybe, you thought, that’s exactly why he made such a massive fucking mistake.

Jimin entered you roughly making you almost lose your balance and fall. You held onto the desk and you felt his hands hold on to your hips, his nails digging in your flesh as he started thrusting himself inside of you. He wasn’t making any sounds as always. Just the soft grunts that you’ve become so used to.

You let out a moan and looked at Jungkoook. At that moment you hated him more than ever. You wanted him to be in pain. Because you were in pain. Because it was his fault that you were in pain. And because he couldn’t stop it and neither could you.

Tears were streaming down Jungkook’s cheeks but he was silent. No sobs escaped him. He was completely frozen in his spot on the small chair in front of you.

Jimin started thrusting faster into you, making you moan louder and as you felt his cold hand caress your behind at the spot where until now he had been spanking you, you realized that this punishment was so much more about Jungkook than it was about you. You realized that Jimin wanted to punish you but he also wanted to teach Jungkook a lesson.

You felt your orgasm approaching and Jimin did too because he leaned forward and whispered softly, “Cum for me...You’ve earned it...You took your punishment like a good little slut.”

And with that you felt Jimin’s seed fill you up as you reached your orgasm as well, moaning loudly as tears started streaming down your cheeks as well, because it seemed like with the pleasure came even more pain.

Jimin pulled out and nodded at you, which you knew was a sign that he was satisfied.

“Stay there,” he said, “And try to keep my cum inside of you until I tell you you can go.”

You nodded but felt some of your juices escape you and drip on his desk. You ignored it.

Jimin turned to Jungkook who seemed to be trying to get himself back together as the colour slowly started returning to his face.

“You can have your money now.” Jimin said. He sounded satisfied with himself.

Jungkook nodded and took a step forward, taking the envelope from where it stood next to you and whispering softly so only you could hear him, “I promise I’ll fix this…”.

You refused to look at him as he pulled away and bowed at Jimin politely before leaving. As you watched Jungkook leave you thought that you really didn’t believe him. He wasn’t going to fix this. He couldn’t. Not even if he tried. You just hoped that you won’t have to see him again now that you knew the truth.

Jimin turned to you and nodded.

“You can get off the desk and get dressed now,” he said before sitting down at his desk chair.

You nodded but took a moment to stare at him as you were putting your dress back on. It felt like every feature on his face made you hate him even more. From his perfect nose to his sharp cheekbones to his lips. It disgusted you.

You stared at Jimin, fully dressed now, as he stared back, your eyes tearing up again.

“What?” he asked calm, but annoyed.

“I was starting to think you might change…” you whispered, “That maybe you’re not that much of a monster after all…”

You chuckled sadly as when his cold, expressionless face didn’t even flinch at your comment. As you headed back to your room you paused at the doorway of his office and turned back to look at him again.

“I fucking hate you…”

No one came to your room for the rest of your day. Not the maids. Not even Jimin came to bother you.

You had the whole day to yourself and you spent most of it, showering, sleeping and reading. Nothing mattered, you realized. No one could find you here. And there was no way Jungkook was going to get help because well...That meant he was going to get in trouble and in your experience Jungkook wasn’t the type to risk himself for others.

Even reading was hard on days like these. You read the words but didn’t understand anything because your mind was elsewhere. It felt like reading was more of an occupation for your eyes than for you mind

You wondered when you were going to go crazy. You wondered when and if you might attempt to harm yourself. You wondered if you were going to start hearing things. Or talking to yourself.

Maybe then Jimin will let you go, you thought. But you knew that wasn’t going to happen either. Jimin seemed to like you when you’re broken. When you’re in pain.

As you were waking up from yet another nap you heard a light tap on your door. You looked at the clock - it was 7:00 - it was probably Jimin or one of the maids coming to get you for dinner. But when you opened there was no one there.

You looked down in confusion and saw a plate of cookies and a glass of milk with a small red envelope on top of them. Taking a step into the hallway you looked around but no one was there so you reached down and took the plate and the class, carrying them inside your room as you shut the door behind you.

You placed the cookies and the milk on the small table in your bedroom and just stared at them for awhile. It was so unnatural seeing something so...warm...and real...in Jimin’s mansion. It made you feel strangely comfortable.

The red envelope was the thing that unsettled you about the whole thing. You knew it had to be from Jimin. No one else.

You took it in your shaky, sweaty hand and opened it carefully, pulling out a note.

Two words. Written in perfect cursive on a brown sheet of paper.

  I’m sorry…

~ Jimin

Your heart skipped a beat because you never expected something like that from Jimin. You couldn’t forgive him. Not like this. But it made you relax a bit. It made the not in your stomach untie slightly. And maybe - it made you hate him a little less.

You turned the note over and there was more written on the back.

P.S. - Tomorrow is your turn to choose what we do...