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» warning(s) › threatening jm, nonconsensual touching, jimin & jungkook being asses, husband!seokjin makes an appearance, almost being caught to being caught, blackmailing, nipple/breast play, nonconsensual stripping, reader being scared and crying, dacryphilia.
» pairing(s) › jungkook x f!reader x jimin | student(s) x professor (college)
» word(s) › 3.4k+
» song playing › wreak havoc by skylar gray
» note(s) › thank you for reading!❤️
[02:15pm] “Hey, are you okay, honey?” Seokjin asks, taking a look at your trembling form. He doesn't know what's going on but he knows you haven't been yourself for a couple of weeks now. He knows something is wrong but you won’t tell him what it is. “Sweetheart?”
“I swear I’m okay, Jinnie.” You try your best to smile away his worry when he jokingly traps you against your desk, your resolve starts to break. “Jin-“
“You’d tell me if something is wrong, right?”
“Y-Yes, love.”
“Good.” He doesn't move as he glances down to your lips and back to your eyes. When he leans forward to kiss you it takes everything in you not to break and blurt out your grievances. You know they are on their way to your office (for all you know they could already be outside listening). The last thing you need is for them to find out he knows.
You don’t know what they would do to him.
You don’t want to see him get hurt because of your naivety.
“Well, I’ll see you at home, alright sweetheart?” You frown as Seokjin grabs you by the chin to get you to look at him. You haven't said a word and Seokjin is starting to worry more by the second. “Baby, did you hear me?”
“What?” You blink repeatedly before realizing he's waiting for you to say something back. Shit, what did he say? “I- uh…”
“You’re distracted.”
“I’m not, Jinnie. I just-” You pause before glancing back up him with a soft smile. This one more genuine than the last. “It's okay, I'll see you when you get home.”
You go to move your arms to wrap around his neck as he does the same with your waist. Loosely holding you but stroking your sides to comfort you. You don't want to lose this but you know if Seokjin finds out what's going on, all hell will break loose.
You don't want that to happen. You don't want him having to deal with the brunt of it all if those videos surface. Not only will your reputation be tarnished but so will his by association (even if it isn't your fault).
So right now, in this moment, you want to capture the feeling he gives you when he leans in to kiss you on the lips. How soft and plush his lips feel when they finally brush against yours and the all-around happiness that's forever associated with your relationship and your husband.
Because you know that light can be dimmed at any given moment.
“Did you hear me?” Jin asks before taking one of your hands and bringing it up to his lips to gently kiss.
“Oh, no. What did you say?”
“I said I love you. You know that, right?”
“Of course I do.” You coerce a little smile but you know he sees right through you. Seven years of marriage can tell you a lot about a person. “I love you too.”
“Good.” He chuckles, “So, are you going to tell me what's wrong?”
“I just have a lot on my mind, that's all.” You frown, knowing he's probably not buying it but there's no way they're not outside and waiting. “I’m fine, baby. I promise.”
Seokjin sighs. He knows you're not but if you won't tell him, he can't force you.
“I don't know what's going on,” Seokjin starts, placing his hands over top of yours to hold. He doesn't know why you won't tell him and it hurts but, hell let it go… for now. “Just…” He frowns, eyebrows furrowed as he plays with your fingers. For the life of him, he can't understand why you won't say anything. “I'm not going to force you to talk about it but I am here. If you ever want to talk about what's bothering you.”
Once he's said his peace, moves away to turn his back to you and head towards the door. However, something in you doesn't want him to leave. Not when you know what's waiting for you once he leaves.
You grab Seokjin’s hand to pull him back into you as you look him in his eyes. You can see his confusion in the way his brows dip and the way his plump bottom lip purses but he doesn’t say anything. He’s waiting for you to speak first.
“I love you, Jin.” You put an emphasis on telling him how you feel as he smiles softly. His eyes sparkle with some much love. Your heart feels as if it’s going to burst and crumble at the mere thought of hurting him.
“Don't want me to leave, huh?”
You shake your head and throw your arms around his waist to keep him from moving. He can't see the tears that threaten to fall. The way your chest rises and falls with your anxiety spiking. Because no, you don't want him to leave. You want to be safe and sound, back at home and laying in his arms with him telling you everything will be alright.
“Say it back, please?”
He misses the desperation in your voice but obliges. Why wouldn't he? You're his wife. His family. He loves you more than life. Of course, he’ll tell you over and over and over again until you believe it. Until you believe him.
“I love you, Honey.”
“How much?” You know you sound small, insecure in his answer when you know he’s telling the truth. You can’t help it because if you know if word got out about what happened…
You don’t know if Seokjin would be willing to stay by your side through it all.
“Jin?”
“So much that you’re stuck with me until the end of time.” Seokjin chuckles, pulling you off the desk and into his chest. He cups your face to kiss your lips again before caressing the side of your face. “We’re in this together, baby. 100%.” You nod as he feels the first tear fall, making him more alert to your inner turmoil. He brings a finger up to wipe the stray, noticing your head bowed in defeat. He kneels in front of you as he grabs your cold hands to hold. “Baby, what’s wrong? Talk to me. We don’t keep secrets.”
“I-I can’t…” You whisper, eyes begging Seokjin not to ask again and to not say much more but he’s not satisfied. He hates seeing you like this. Especially when he doesn’t know why you’re feeling the way that you do and there isn't anything he can do.
“Okay, okay… I won’t push anymore.” He frowns, worried but defeated. He stands to his feet to at least pull you into another hug for some comfort. “Maybe you can talk to Namjoon? It’s what he’s here for.” You nod to appease him and give him false hope, but you know you won’t. He’s too close to Seokjin. He would definitely tell him. “You’re not in a state to teach though. Talk to the dean. Maybe he’ll let you have a half-day.”
“I will.” He kisses you on the forehead, holding you tighter before letting you go. He glances at the clock on your wall as he takes your hand to place a kiss on your wedding ring finger.
”We’ll talk more when I get home tonight, okay?”
“Jin…”
“Not about this. Just…” He tries to word it differently to not alarm you. “Just us. We haven't had one of our talks in so long, honey.”
You hum in response but you also know your husband. You know he’s going to push until you, eventually, break. He’s just giving you a reprieve right now. Sometimes it’s a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it means you won’t hold things in until you either grow angry at the world or shut down. A curse because sometimes he doesn’t know how to let things go.
“My love, my life.” He whispers, hooking his finger under your chin again. He gives you another peck on the lips before taking a step back. “Are you going to be okay to get home safely? I have class in a little bit but I can as-”
“No, no. I’ll be fine.” You wave him off before leading him to the door.
Seokjin hums, running his thumb over your ring. “Text me if you go home.”
“I will.” You pat him on the butt to get him moving. “Now get to class before you’re late.”
“Yeah, Yeah. I’ll see you at home.”
You nod before opening the door to the two you were hoping to get away from. Jimin glares at both of you as Jungkook simply walks inside your office without a care in the world.
“Must be important. See you later, honey.” Seokjin leans in to kiss you on the cheek one last time before heading down the hallway toward the elevator to hurry back to his lecture hall.
You, on the other hand, glance at the pair who are invading your space as you try your hardest to school your emotions. You don’t want to lead on that you’re afraid of what the two will do.
“What can I do for you two?”
Jimin rolls his eyes before smirking. He takes strides to get to the door before closing it and locking it. While he and Jungkook were waiting on you two to finish being disgusting, he made sure no one else was on the floor.
“You already know why we’re here.”
“We missed you, No- Professor.” You and Jimin notice the younger man correcting himself as he smiles. A smile anyone would love on any other occasion if it didn’t hold malicious intent. “You were taking forever! I was about to bust through the door.”
“You surely knew we were coming. I know you saw my text.”
“He’s my husband.” You frown, glancing at the two before taking a step back. “He was c-checking on me…”
“Aw, how sweet.” Jimin mockingly says. He doesn't mean it, you know that much. “You need to get your emotions in check, professor. Surely, you know what will happen if he finds out.”
“Leave him out of this.”
“He’s already in it.” Jimin laughs, taking strides to get to you before pinning you against your desk. “He married you. That was his mistake. Yours was thinking we would let you go. Especially not after that… performance you gave us.”
He starts at your stomach as he traces up to your chest and then to your neck.
“But also, for thinking you were anybody else’s but ours.”
“I never gave you that-“ You gasp when his hand tightens around your neck, your eyes widening when you realize he’s cutting off your air. “Y-You're delusional.”
“Don’t say that,” Jungkook warns. Taking a step forward to flank your left.
“I can’t-“ You try, making eye contact with Jimin but the malevolence in his gaze tells you everything you need to know. He doesn’t care. “P-Ple-“
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
“P-Please. C-can’t br-br…”
“Let go, Hyung…”
Jimin releases his grip, letting you slide to the floor as he kneels in front of you. You can feel your head pounding while the ringing in your ears only gets louder. Your hand goes to hold your neck for comfort as you try to get your breathing back under control.
You look back and forth between Jungkook and Jimin before Jimin stands to his feet to pull you to yours.
“And, here I was going to tell you, you looked… cute today.” Jimin smirks, watching you tremble in place. He feels he’s scared you enough. “God, you make it too easy.”
“Stop, please…” You plead with your captor, wanting nothing more than for them to leave you alone. Find someone else to torture and play with. Although, you wouldn't wish this on any of the other people or teachers on campus. You really can’t recall what you did to make them begin to behave this way.
“Sorry, professor.” Jimin shrugs. “We can’t do that.”
“You’re too much of a prize for that.” Jungkook smiles wide and it unnerves you even more. What are they talking about?
“Prize? I’m not a fucking object for you to win.” You glare at the two students as the mascara you carefully applied this morning rolls down your cheek.
Jimin grips your jaw to turn your face toward his. The pain became unbearable as it shot through your jaw. You fight to keep them from doing anymore damage but he knows his grip hurts. It's the reason he hasn't let go and the reason your fight is diminishing. They know it’s only a matter of time before you break.
And what a mental break it will be.
“Do you know how many of your students wish to be in our position?” Jimin questions, stalking around your body as you stand, stunned at his words.
“What?” You frown before turning to face Jimin but the scowl on his face proves to be too much. Instead your voice grows quieter and you become unsure of the words you’re saying. “That's not true.”
“Oh but it is, professor.” He spits your title like venom as he halts his movement in favor of looking you up and down. From the white silk tank top covered by the cute baby cardigan to the skin tight black skinnies and heeled boots, Jimin wanted to rip all of it off of you. He brings his finger to hook underneath your necklace to use it to pull you closer while smirking. “Do you know how many of your students want to be in your husband’s position? And Vice Versa? Granted, we don't care about him…”
“You drive most of us crazy and you don’t even know it.”
Jungkook takes the step to move behind you to sandwich you between the two men. He moves closer and once he deems himself close enough, he kisses down your neck and brings his hands to caress down your arms. His left hand goes up to your neck to wrap around it while his right hand grips your hands behind your back.
“You’re lucky it’s us and not someone else,” He grunts, squeezing your neck harder but not enough to hurt.
“That’s enough, Jungkook.” Jimin warns, eliciting a sigh from Jungkook. Instead, he goes back to kissing you everywhere his lips can touch. Your neck, the side of your face and lips (just to name a few). Your breathing increases with each kiss, anxiety spiking as you struggle against his grip. You can feel how hard both of them are through their pants. “You see what you do to us?” There’s a sense of teasing to his tone, so sickeningly sweet that it makes you want to vomit.
How did it ever escalade this far?
However, before it can go any further than it has, you hear the door handle jiggle as if someone is trying to get in.
They know it’s Seokjin. The fear in your eyes is evident.
“Honey? Are you still there?” He tries the handle again but to no avail, it doesn’t open. “Why is the door locked?”
Jimin clasps his hand over your mouth when you let out a whimper (no doubt trying to alert your husband). He grits his teeth in annoyance, his eyes glaring into you as if to warn you not to do it again. He glances at Jungkook who nods and moves from behind you as he accidentally knocks your purse to the ground.
“Be quiet!” Jimin's tone is harsh, noticing how the younger shrinks into himself.
“S-Sorry, Hyung.” He whispers before frowning. Jimin waves him off, turning back to you and noticing how you’re trembling in his grasp.
“Don’t say a word.” Jimin grits through his teeth, lips so close to your ear causing you to shudder. You nod, not wanting to piss them off even more than you have. Jimin’s rings dig into your neck as he squeezes to give you a warning. “Hide under the desk.”
You don’t move as all of you hear Seokjin’s keys jingling behind the door. They thought they were safe but of course, life always throws a curveball.
Jimin rips your cardigan off and tosses it on your desk before moving to grip your tank top.
“Move. Now. Jungkook go hide,” Jimin screams, his eyes full of fire as he rips open your tank to reveal an amazing sight. Your breast sits perky and high because of the lace bra you wore today. In addition, it's always a pleasure to see your breasts.
Jimin smirks, watching you instinctively cover yourself from his and Jungkook’s intense view. You quickly move away from them. Your heart races at the thought of your husband seeing you in this compromised position.
Both of their eyes darken as they continue to stare and lick their lips. Jimin deliberately takes another step forward but you're quicker at pulling back. He smirks again. His eyes still trained on you and you can't help but feel a chill run down your spine. The feeling of being embarrassed and exposed is ever so present.
You're cornered.
Trapped.
Though your cat and mouse game is interrupted when you hear the key being put into the lock.
“Hide.” Jungkook nods, glancing toward the small closet that lines the wall by your door and quickly gets inside. Jimin pushes you to hide underneath your desk. While glaring at you, he clamps his hand over your mouth to keep you from making any stupid decisions. He’s so close, you can feel his breath tickle your cheek as the tears fall on top of his hand.
Seokjin steps inside as the door creaks open. Jimin can feel your heart drumming against your chest.
You want to scream for your husband but you’re afraid of what Jimin will do to you if you do. He’s already drugged you, touched you against your will and continues to blackmail you with the video they took of you the first time. You don’t want to know if he will physically harm either of you too.
“You’re so pretty when you cry, sweetheart.” Jimin whispers, but low enough that only you can hear him. He decides to lick your tears off of his hand before grinning almost unnaturally.
It makes you cry harder.
“She must have gone home.” Seokjin concludes before pulling out his phone to call you. You hear the soft buzz within your purse that’s sitting on the other side of the desk. Your ringtone blares when you realize his ringtone is playing. You and Jimin’s eyes widen when you hear Seokjin’s footsteps getting closer to bend down and pick up your purse. “That’s weird.”
Your computer chair shields most of the compromising position the both of you are in. You just hope he doesn’t lean in too far. You don’t know how you’ll explain any of this to him without the idea of you cheating blares at the forefront of his mind.
That’s far from what this is.
Jimin shakes his head, mouthing for you to stay quiet. His eyes drag down your chest, yanking down the offending piece of clothing. You try to fight him but his hand instinctively goes to your throat to choke you.
“Stop.”
Jimin grabs your breasts, the left being squeezed and groped. All the while, he brings the right nipple closer to his mouth to lick a strip over your nipple. You arch your back at the feeling, putting your fist in your mouth and biting down to try and stay quiet. He nips at the barbell piercing that’s poking through your nipple.
At that moment, you can hear Seokjin huff as his dress shoes click against the wooden floor. When you hear your door click, you shove Jimin away as you hurry to fix your clothes.
“Where are you-”
“Get out of my office.” You grind your teeth, fixing your clothes as best you can. You realize some of your buttons are messed up but that’s nothing your cardigan won’t fix. “Get out!”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
You know why and you hate the fact that he’s able to hold that power over you. Helpless, Heartbroken, and Worn. You can’t help but feel exhausted over all of this.
Before you can say another word, Seokjin comes running back into the room to see your disheveled state.
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