Capítulo 7: He Couldn't Cry, Not This Time
"Great, congratulations on winning. Now go tell your friends to come fuck me so you can get this over with won't you?" Jiminie said tiredly as he pushed his pants off of him.
He was done hiding.
He was done taking everything they did to him.
If they wanted to harass him and play with him, they had one chance to do it, because after today, he wasn't going to stay here. He didn't care about the contract he was to respect. He had worked his ass off for a lot of money and honestly, he didn't just care anymore. Everyone had screwed him over once in his life and the band, which was supposed to consist of his friends, had turned out to be a bunch of freaks who only ever talked about his body.
"Jiminie," Yoongi called out softly, his eyes darkening as he walked in and shut the door behind him. He could already hear the chuckles of the rest of their band but then that didn't seem to matter much.
Jiminie was done.
"Great. What position do you want me in? On the bed? On the floor? Standing? Bending over? Please be quick with it," Jiminie said as he rummaged through his closet to look for clothes.
His heart was breaking and he wasn't sure how long he could take it anymore. He just couldn't stand the sight of these men and he hated them. He had had a crush on Yoongi, which was unexpected but then fate seemed to be playing games with his sanity like he was worth nothing. Maybe at the end of the day, there would be a reason for him to hold on, but damn, Jiminie wasn't going to sit around and wait.
"Why?" Yoongi asked his voice softer and Jiminie chuckled darkly.
"You don't want to know why, Min Yoongi… You want to fuck me. That is why you closed the door behind you. You don't want them seeing what you saw and you want to be the first. Get on with it, though I hope you're not expecting a virgin. My father already took that lead," Jiminie said as he walked back to where Yoongi was standing.
Right now, he was stark naked.
There wasn't even a hair on his body, that could hide a little patch of skin. He was right there in front of Min Yoongi in all his beautiful glory and Yoongi started with a wide jaw. Not even the heavens could have prepared him for this and he wasn't sure what the fuck he was supposed to make of it. He could see the anger in Jiminie's eyes, the defeat, and yet even in all that, he could smell Jiminie's arousal.
He could smell how thick it was and how sweet his natural scent was. This was not the best of times but Min Yoongi wanted to worship Jiminie. He wanted to hug him and tell him that they could go and arrest his father for harassment and for rape, but then in a country that had different laws, what the hell was he supposed to do with that given their careers would be out there in the open for scrutiny?
However, even then Min Yoongi wanted to do something good for Jiminie. He wanted to tell the boy that they would make Jiminie's life better. Yoongi wanted to let his bandmate know that he would always be safe with him, and that he didn't have to worry too much.
Oh, he wanted to tell Jiminie that he was never going to leave his side, but then the words that came from his mouth, didn't surprise Jiminie, but instead they surprised him, Min Yoongi.
"Horny much? I can smell the slick on you, and it's already dripping. I didn't know you would be so turned on by a deep fake of you back there," Yoongi said as he walked around Jiminie, taking in the sight so well. He had made an admission for a deep fake and Jiminie wasn't sure what Yoongi wanted him to do. Was the bribe they paid to dispatch even real? Then again, with his bandmates, he didn't expect any comfort, so he let it go.
Yoongi loved how milky his friend's skin was.
He looked so angelic, standing there with his silver hair, a reminder that this was the very reason that Yoongi had had a crush on Jiminie. He loved this boy but then right now, he wanted him. He couldn't help but think of how the boy would scream while he pumped him. He wanted to know what Jiminie would look like with his dick inside Jiminie. Oh, he was so pretty like the deadliest sin; Jiminie was a temptation.
"Says the one who's licking his lips. If you want to fuck me, go ahead, and do it. I'm not in the mood to stay here with you a lot. If you like, you can call your friends and you can gang-bang me," Jiminie said coldly and Yoongi flinched at the tone.
He knew that tone so well, he knew it because he always had that tone.
He was always the cold one, the one who was lost of emotions, the one who had bone hurt one too many times that his only option was only to be cold and push people away so that he didn't lose more. Jiminie wasn't supposed to be like that. He was a good person. He was a warm person and he was undoubtedly the only reason that Yoongi had stuck around with the group, not that Yoongi would ever admit that out loud.
"You're too feisty for your own good, but hey, you wanted it… so don't complain to anyone about this, or I won't fuck you a second time," Yoongi said with a smirk and Jiminie just stared at him boredly.
This man, Min Yoongi, was bold, to say the least. He hadn't ever gotten past the shell and was already thinking that there would be a second time. The thought of that was intriguing to Jiminie because he had never thought in his wildest dreams that Min Yoongi would ever consider fucking him. It was driving him nuts and at the same time, it angered him that Yoongi thought of him like that.
Jiminie wanted to be angry, but in all the years that they had been here, anger was all he ever felt. Frustrations and things that he couldn't ever be able to deal with in a sober mind. His friends had rushed him to drugs and alcohol and they never cared. They treated him like he never mattered and even though he had sworn to eleven he was at the mercy of Yoongi, waiting to get this over and done with.
"Do your worst. And please be quick, I have a flight to catch," Jiminie said, only to feel a sudden harsh sting on his cheeks.
Jiminie looked so worn out and sick of everything but then what else could he do this time? He had no one to run to and no one would listen to him. He was alone, in a world that had so many people.
"Do your worst. And please be quick, I have a flight to catch," Jiminie said, only to feel a sudden harsh sting on his cheeks.
For a moment he wanted to say he had bitten his inner cheeks but then that wasn't it at all. The retracting huge hand from his face brought him back to the reality of abuse, a reminder of what his father used to do to him. He had been broken one too many times and instead of complaining, Jiminie just stood there, staring at Yoongi coldly. He looked defiant but then his heart was shattering at the same time.
"Are you done? Is that the worst you can do at the moment? You must really be dumb," Jiminie said as he looked into Yoongi's cold and calculative eyes. He wasn't sure what he was excited to see there, but the emptiness in Yoongi's eyes wasn't surprising anymore.
"How many minutes do I have?" Yoongi asked as he grabbed Jiminie's groin like he was an inspector at the brothel, getting ready to inspect his tools of business. It was like Jiminie was just a slut that was there for Yoongi to parade as he saw fit.
It was humiliating, but Jiminie refused to cry.
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