Chapitre 5: Of Unexpected Video Tapes
Jiminie felt different.
Something had changed but he didn't know what it was. He wasn't sure if it was all just in his head or if he was missing time. Then again, it was absurd given he could tell that he hadn't left home the whole weekend. So why did he feel like there was more than met the eye when it was just another Monday and they would be back to making music?
His bandmates were going on with their lives like nothing had happened and frankly, that was the scariest part of Jiminie's life. He preferred having them always teasing him, always making shitty comments about his ass and how he had protruding nipples, that they wanted to wrap their lips around, because then, he would know what to expect from them.
They were no longer fucking him with their eyes and for a moment, Jiminie felt unwanted. He wished they could tell him what he had done wrong. He had always wanted them to give him space, but then they had always made him the centre of attention. They had groomed him into believing that they didn't want him, even if they desired him with their eyes. They had been there throughout his puberty but then why did he feel like he missed their crude selves?
"Watch where you're going," Yoongi's not-so-nice voice interrupted him before he realized he had just almost bumped into a psycho of their group. Usually, Yoongi's voice would be filled with spite and anger, like Jiminie was the worst thing that the psycho had seen, and yet today there was nothing. And again, that scared Jiminie.
"Oh, my bad. I'm sorry," Jiminie whispered, knowing that it never mattered to Yoongi. He always did whatever he wanted anyway. this man could screw him over without thinking too much about it, and there wouldn't be a thing that Jiminie would do.
"It's all right. You look constipated as fuck. You shouldn't have gone clubbing the entire weekend. Do you know how worried we were of you? What if the company puts us on probation while trying to clean whatever mess is out there because of you?" Yoongi asked angrily and Jiminie took a step back.
That was a lot, especially coming from the man who hated him. And what the fuck did he mean by the band being in probation?
"What?" Jiminie asked, the confusion written all over his face.
"Of course, you wouldn't remember. But hey, let's show you, right?" Yoongi said as he grabbed Jimin's hand roughly and walked to the living room where the boys were watching with disappointed eyes.
Jiminie wasn't sure what was happening, until Yoongi sat him down, grabbed the remote control, and turned the TV on.
"Play it for him. The shit that cost us seven hundred million won, that we will have to work hard to pay because the company had to either pay dispatch for that file or we would have to disband," Yoongi said, his angry tone shocking Jiminie. But he didn't seem to change even for a moment.
Joon pressed the play button, and Jiminie's words went dark.
"No… That's… No. Impossible… I haven't even… I don't– what?" Jiminie asked, tripping as he tried to catch his breath.
There on the huge screen he was, his pretty self, his adorable self but that wasn't the only thing that he saw in that moment. He saw himself in a completely different light, one that even the neon lights in the room wouldn't be able to pin out for him. He was laid on the bed, tied up, his hands and legs tightly bound like he was just a tool. There was a mask on his face, but it wasn't enough to hide the fact that anyone who knew him would be able to tell that it was Jiminie.
If this went out in public, then even their loyal fan base would be able to tell that it was him.
There were seven men in the room, six of them being of different races, and then he was there on the bed, like he was just another tool of pleasure. He could see his mouth that was filled with dicks, that kept pushing in and out. He seemed to be choking on them, but the way his eyes rolled back in pleasure and a desire for more, left him astounded. He looked so pretty even when he was being manhandled.
They were all stark naked, and fucking him left right and centre.
The dicks were huge, but his grunts and moans were a little too loud. He sounded whiny, like the world was going on and he was a part of the ecstasy of it all. He looked so content, and so red, with candle drops on his body. The moon cycle on his back was so perfect, and he had himself in different positions. He looked like a mess, and while this was the craziest part of it all, Jiminie was thankful that he looked so damn pretty even if he was in the worst position for any idol.
He was being double penetrated in the mouth, and his ass. The pants he was wearing were ripped at the back and he was being fucked like he was just another whore out there. He looked like he was enjoying it though which was crazy, because he had no recollection of it all, not even the pain to remind him of what an ecstatic night that must have been.
The worst part of this way was that they were tossing him and turning him. They were fucking hm in every possible way while some were stroking his dick. They were screwing with him, and he was moaning for more. Begging for a release, painting like a slut in a whore house. He looked so desperate and whiny that he felt like this was what his hell looked like.
"Keep looking. See what you did and what cost us. There are six of us here, no? If you wanted to be fucked that badly, you could have just told us and we could have fucked you. No one would know and the company wouldn't have spent so much money. Look at yourself dripping with cum, while your holes are filled. Who knew you were such a slutty little shite?
"Look at your dick swollen and pink, desperate to be sucked and prostate milked. And your balls, goddamn if I knew you had such a pretty ass, I would have fucked you first and ruined you for them," Yoongi said and Jiminie stayed silent. He knew that the man in the video wasn't him. He was so sure but how was he supposed to explain that to his bandmates?
They knew he had a dick, but Jiminie was born with a pussy.
He never had a dick and there was no way he could be rimmed while people stroked his dick… What dick?
He didn't have a dick, so this was just a deep fake.
Oh, but he wanted to refute the claims and tell them that this was just someone who was trying to screw him over, but where was he supposed to start? He could already see their eyes darkening and the worst part of it all, the boys had their dicks out, stroking themselves as if they were beginning Jiminie to come and lick them up. It was tempting really but Jiminie couldn't because this wasn't him.
"No… that isn't me," Jiminie said earnestly.
His bandmates simply turned to him with disgust on their faces. They looked like they didn't believe a thing that he said and like they wanted to fuck him a hundred times over just to make him understand that this was bullshit. They wanted to fuck him, it was pretty obvious and Jiminie was terrified.
Yoongi was still holding his hand tightly and while Jiminie felt sparks in his body, he couldn't do shit. He couldn't even deny that he was dripping wet for the man holding his hand. He wouldn't admit it because if he did, then there would be nothing left for him. Yoongi was a psycho and if Jiminie made an admission, Yoongi would certainly rip him part and fuck him with the boys watching.
"You dare deny that with your face over there? Do you want this to go viral?" Jin asked and Jiminie felt the blood rush to his head. He couldn't think straight; this wasn't how he had imagined his musical career would be like. This wasn't it.
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