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Once the bag was taken from over his face, Jimin was met with a bright light and faces he didn't recognize. Looking around, he knew he was in a warehouse, an old one. There were people all around him, but he didn't know anyone, couldn't match a name to any of the faces. The floor he sat on was cold, the winter air seeping in. The rope used on his wrist were rough and without a doubt, Jimin's skin was going to be marked. 

"Glad to see that you're awake." A gruff voice came from his left. There was a guy sitting at a nearby table, he was in a suit but his jacket was on the table. Silver hair parted in the middle. "Thought it was going to be a while before you woke up."

Jimin's throat was dry, probably from whatever was in that drink he had earlier. "Who are you?" 

"Doesn't really matter who I am." The guy smirked, he was fairly good looking. Jimin guessed he was no more than 4 or 5 years older than him. "All that matters is who you are and how important you are to the people I want."

Jimin leaned his head against the wall they had him pressed against. He wasn't dumb, he figured that this was just a plan to get the guys to come get him, but it was a stupid plan. From where he was, he could see out the windows near the top of the building that it was still dark out, so he wasn't missing for long. It was only a matter of time before they came. 

"Do you really think this is the best idea? Kidnapping me?" Jimin asked, he still felt a little droopy, clearly, they gave him something to knock him out quick. "That was dumb."

The guy studied Jimin's face, probably trying to see if this was a mask to cover the fear. And it was, Jimin was terrified right now because he didn't know where he was and didn't know any of these people. He wanted to be back at the house, in their bed, in their arms. But he was scared for this guy in front of him more because once they come for Jimin, it was over. 

"Probably, but I needed you in order to get to them." The guy shrugged. "Regardless of what happens to me, I have people to follow through with the plan." 

Jimin watched as a guy came to whisper something in the man's ear, the man's face not changing or giving Jimin any indication of what was going on.  As quickly as he was there, he was gone, leaving Jimin with the man in charge once again. He was he looked at Jimin didn't settle the boy's fears at all, only making them heighten more. 

"Seems like it didn't take long for them to notice you were missing." The guy leaned against the table, resting his head on his hand, hair falling out his face. "You were only gone for 2 hours. But I guess that's to be expected when you take a princess of the empire, huh?"

Jimin cheek's flushed, knowing that the name had a deeper meaning. "Don't call me that."

The guy clicked his tongue, standing up and putting the chair back under the table. "Doesn't matter what I call you, princess. As long as you're here, I have them right where I want them."

The guy stared at Jimin, raking his eyes over the younger male's face, before dropping to his lips and then back up to his eyes. Jimin wanted to cover himself up, feeling naked. He was still in his outfit that he wore to the club with Taehyung. A pair of light washed jeans, that were distressed at his thighs and tight on his ass. The sheer black shirt made the winter air create goosebumps on his skin and didn't leave much imagination. 

He wanted to go home. 

"Bangtan will crumble and fall." The guy brought Jimin's attention back to him. "And because I have you, it'll be so much easier to see them fall."

Jimin was walking to school, well running, because his car broke down and he overslept so he missed the bus. When he was running out his apartment, it was a little after 10 so he didn't have long before his class started at 10:30. He was studying all night for the exams he had coming up later this week, the end of the semester coming soon and he wanted to pull the remaining B's that he had into A's. 

Jimin was turning on the street where his university was when he knocked into someone.Jimin isn't that blessed in height, but he made it up in muscle mass. But still, the guy had to hold Jimin's shoulders before the boy could collide with the sidewalk. 

"Hey watch where the fuck you're going." Some guy shouted at Jimin, he was standing next to the guy that was still holding Jimin up. "Can't you fucking see where you're going? Are you bli-"

"That's enough Dongwoo." The man said, cutting off his friend. He looked at Jimin, helping him to stand straight. "Are you alright?"

Now standing up properly, Jimin noticed that the guy was taller than him, only by a few inches. Jimin cleared his throat, his cheeks turning pink. "Um, yeah. Are you alright? I didn't mean to run into you, I was trying to get to class because I woke up late. But my car broke down and I missed the bus-" Jimin cut himself off when he noticed he was rambling. He gripped the strapped of his bookbag as the guy looked at him amused. 

"I'm sorry," Jimin apologized. "I tend to ramble when I'm embarrassed."

The guy smiled at him and Jimin tried not to coo at the bunny teeth that he was met with. "It's fine, nothing to be embarrassed about."

Jimin was staring at the guy, then his eyes widened when he remembered he only had 5 minutes before his lecture started and Ms. Kim was not a fan of his. "I'm sorry, but I have to go. My teacher really hates me and if I'm late she might fail me. I can't really afford to fail, I mean physics isn't my best subject but-" Jimin groaned as the guy started chuckling at him. "And I'm rambling again. I have to go before I embarrass myself even more."

"Good luck in physics." The guy nodded as Jimin started walking off, blush still evident on his face. "Don't run into any more innocent bystanders."

Jimin's face flamed as he practically ran down the street, glancing back once to see that the guy was looking at him. Jimin turned around, barely dodging a girl who was walking in front of him. Deciding that if he wanted to make it before Ms. Kim closed the door, Jimin started running across campus.

Little did Jimin know, he just met Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin woke up to hands touching him, he could barely keep his eyes open but he knew that he needed whoever was touching him to get away from him. 

"What 're you doin'?" He slurred, body still trying to fight the drugs in his system. "Get your hands off me."

The man that was in front of him was big, in height and weight. He pulled Jimin forward, ignoring Jimin trying to squirm out his grasp. When Jimin's leg kicked out, he caught it, using that as an advantage of pulling Jimin under him. Jimin's back collided with the concrete floor.

"What's a slut like you fighting for?" The guy growled, his hot breath fanning Jimin's face. Rough, dirty hands cupped Jimin's jaw when Jimin tried to turn away and held his face tightly. "There isn't going to be much fight left in you soon anyway. Just let me see what was so good that Bangtan kept a pretty little thing like you around so long."

Jimin's heart was racing, eyes shut closed as the guy got closer to him. The ghost touch on his waistline, where the gap between his shirt and pants was. The feeling of foreign hands on him sent a wave of fear through him, a strangled cry left him when lips pressed against this neck. There were tears stinging the back of his eyes, his body was feeling like bricks and he just wanted to go home. 

Before the guy could move any further, there was a loud familiar sound and the guy paused, his ministrations coming to a halt. Jimin eyes fluttered open, trying to see what was going on. The man above him dropped all his weight onto Jimin, warm fluid seeping onto Jimin's skin. With little light, he could barely make out the figure in the doorway, but when they came into view, he realized it was the guy with the silver hair.

He kicked the now dead person off Jimin, letting the body flop on the ground pitifully. Looking down at himself, Jimin noticed the blood that was on his chest and then saw that there was a large amount coming from out the dead man's mouth. His cold eyes losing life as Jimin stared at him, body still in fight mode.

"Told him to check on you, not feel you up." The guy sighed. "Can't even do a simple job without thinking about his dick first."

Even though he shouldn't, Jimin felt a wave of relief course through his body. He laid there on his back, staring at the ceiling and the only thing he could do was cry. In his head, he tried to think of the words they would probably say to soothe him, but his mind was in hysteria. A sob broke out of him at the thought of what that guy was going to do to him and he felt his chest heave at the loud outburst. 

"Are you really crying right now?" The guy looked at him, seeming like he was looking for something from Jimin. "You're kind of soft to be involved with stuff like this."

Jimin heard those words before, but with a softer meaning. You're too precious for this life Jimin. We won't let you get hurt because of us. They were said to him many times before, in the darkness of his home. Where their lips met his or tasted the skin on his neck. In the light of the dance studio, they built for him about 6 months ago, after they asked him to move in with them. Princess, we want to keep you safe. Your skin's too soft and pretty for scars and bruises. 

"I want to go home." Jimin mumbled, he turned his face towards the man. "Just let me go."

There was no pity in the words that left the man's mouth. "Not until Bangtan is destroyed. 

Jimin's week was remarkably going better. He was well prepared for his exams, talking with his professors, alot of them expressed that Jimin didn't have to worry about his position on the Dean's list. That the boy was going to continue to be given the honor of maintaining his high GPA.

As a way of celebrating, Jimin decided that he deserve a frappe from the local coffee shop that sells the best chocolate chip brownies. His dance teacher had them on a strict diet, but what she didn't know won't hurt her. Jimin walked into Sunny's Cup, greeted with the sweet smell of coffee beans and quiet chatter of other customers. When it was JImin's turn, he ordered a vanilla frappe with extra whip cream, a dash of cinnamon and swirl of caramel. 

"That's alot of sugar, for someone so small." 

Jimin turned around, ready to state that height has nothing to do with his intake of sugar when he noticed who said it. It was the guy he ran into earlier that week, who Jimin embarrassed himself in front of twice. 

"I've been very good this week, I deserve it." Jimin huffed, turning back around to tell the barista that he would also like to add a chocolate chip brownie to his order. "For Park Jimin."

"That'll be ₩6002.48." The girl behind the counter smiled. Jimin went to reach for his wallet when an arm reached over his shoulder and handed the barista a black card.

The voice fanned over Jimin's ear, sending chills down Jimin's back. "Add two coffee, one with no sugar and the other with four scoops and skim milk."

"I can pay for my own stuff." Jimin tilted his head to the side, ready to tell the guy off. "I don't need you paying for me."

The guy looked down at Jimin, a smirk on his face. "You're cute princess, don't worry about it." He took his card back from the barista, who already swiped and printed out the receipt. 

Before Jimin could say anything, the guy backed up, creating space between them. Moving out of the customers behind him way, Jimin waited at the end of the counter for his items. The guy was standing next to him, clearly amused with the pout on Jimin's face. Jimin crossed his arms, knowing he looked childish, but he was upset.

Who does this guy think he is?

"Don't pout princess, it doesn't suit you."

"Don't call me that," Jimin glared, the guy still looked like he wanted to laugh in his face. "You don't know me, so don't call me that."

"Fiesty and cute. That's a nice combination, princess." The guy ignored Jimin's words. "What happened to the flustered guy that ran into me a few days ago?"

Jimin snort, turning his head. "You opened your mouth."

The laugh that he received was nothing short of breathtaking. Jimin tried not to smile, knowing that the stranger would think that he won. Jimin's frappe was done and his brownie, so he left the guy up there and walked to an empty table to sit at. He was pulling out his phone when the taller man sat in front of him.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?"

He shook his head, eyes beaming with amusement. "Nah, I'm actually waiting for someone."

"You can't wait somewhere else?"

"Kind of want to sit with you princess," The guy smirked. "besides, all of the tables are already occupied."

Jimin looked around to see that the guy was right. Many of the tables were filled with groups of people or students who had their work spread out. Jimin probably took the last available table. "I can leave if you're waiting for someone, don't want to disrupt anything."

"No, you were here first. Besides, it won't be long before Yoongi gets here and then I'll leave with him." The stranger said. 

"What's your name?" Jimin finally asked. The guy looked at him, eyebrow raised. "If you're going to sit here, tell me your name."

The guy laughed and Jimin just thinks he finds everything amusing. "Jungkook."

"Nice to meet you then Jungkook," Jimin hummed, taking a sip of his frappe. The sweet vanilla washed over his taste buds. "I'm-"

"Park Jimin." Jungkook interrupted him. He started laughing at the horrified look on Jimin's face. "You gave it to the barista earlier, don't worry princess, I'm not stalking you."

Jimin was a little uneasy, but still, remain at the table talking to Jungkook. Jungkook asked alot about Jimin, where he's from, what does he major in, and what some of his interests are. It didn't take long for him to warm up to Jungkook, finding that it was easy to talk to the other man. When Jungkook was about to say something, a guy around Jimin's height with blonde hair walked up to the table. 

"Hyung, it took you long enough." Jungkook greeted the newcomer. "Thought it was a simple job."

The guy shrugged, grabbing the other coffee that Jungkook bought a while ago. "It got a little messy, but Namjoon is taking care of it. Who's your friend?"

Jimin looked up at Jungkook, waiting for him to say something. "This is princess."

The noise Jimin let out, caused the blonde to snort. "Yah! I told you not to call me that. My name is Jimin, don't listen to this brat."

"I like him." The blonde grinned. "Nice to meet you Jimin, glad to know someone else thinks he's a brat."

Jimin giggled at the mock glare on Jungkook's face. "He isn't so scary, kind of reminds me of a bunny."

Jungkook turned the glare onto Jimin when his blonde friend started laughing. Jimin smiled, taking a sip of his frappe and tapping his fingers against the table. 

"A bunny," The blonde teased. "I think you're a nice fit Jimin."

And that's when Jimin met Min Yoongi.

 Jimin's stomach hurt. He knew that he was in that warehouse for a couple of days now, and he hadn't eaten since he gotten there. The pain in his shoulders haven't gone away yet since they never untied his hands and his bladder was screaming at him. 

"I think the melatonin is finally out of your system." Silver said as he walked into the room they moved Jimin into. Jimin decided that since the guy wasn't going to tell Jimin his name, he was going to give him one. "I didn't think you had a low drug tolerance."

 Jimin rolled his eyes. "Not used to being drugged."

Silver smirked, a small sound coming from his lips. "Guess not. Word on the street though is that your friend is going to survive."

"What are you talking about?"

"That guy you were with? My team did a number on him, I mean it was 6 to 1, so I'm surprised he even made it out."

The blood in Jimin's body ran cold, Taehyung. "W-what do you mean you're surprised. What did you do to him?"

"I didn't do anything princess," Silver leaned against the wall, a look of amusement on his face. "but I have to hand it to him. Even with all odds stacked against him, he didn't falter at all. Guy put up a good fight, even a bullet to the head couldn't stop him."

"A bullet?" Jimin screeched, he felt the words wash over him. "You shot Taehyung? You almost killed him! The fuck are you trying to prove?!"

Jimin kept replaying that night in his head. Taehyung insisting that they go out, that they haven't had time together in a while. And he was right, between recitals and trying to keep his life together, Jimin barely even had time to himself. So they planned the night accordingly, one where the guys didn't have work to do and Jimin was free. But then they got separated and Jimin started feeling woozy.

Knowing that something was wrong, he got out his phone to call Taehyung, but someone grabbed his phone out his hand and threw it onto the floor. When he tried to scream, he couldn't body falling as the person dragged him away. There wasn't much he could when his body was sluggish as he was being taken away, soon unconscious. 

But now, he was angry. This guy put Taehyung's life in danger, someone who has been nothing but the nicest person to Jimin over the last year. 

"They're going to find me." Jimin glared up at the man standing before him. "And when they do, don't worry about them getting to you. Worry about what I'm going to do when they let me go."

Jimin knows when he's being followed, the guy hasn't been the most sneaky person. His purple hair really didn't help either. 

"I don't know who you are, but if you could stop following me," Jimin turned towards the guy, that looked roughly his age and purple hair held back by a white bandana. "that would be great. Because I'm tempted to call the police."

The guy beamed, his rectangle smile stretching across his face. "They won't do anything to me. It's okay, I was asked to watch you."

"That's creepy. And what do you mean they won't do anything to you?" Jimin side eyed him. He was weird, just smiling and looking so happy. "Protect and serve, all that jazz. It's their job."

"They can't touch me." The guy simply answered and Jimin felt like it was his time to go. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't someone who Jimin wanted to be around. "I'm Kim Taehyung, nice to see you again Park Jiminie."

 Jimin stopped in his tracks, turning to face the now even more creepy guy. "What do you mean, nice to see me again? I don't know you. Have you been spying on me? And don't call me Jiminie."

"We have psychology with Professor Lee together." Taehyung stepped forward, making Jimin step back. "I sit in the back, but I see you all the time on campus. You dance with Hobi hyung in his dance group, you did a good job the other week. I thought your piece was very breath-taking."

"Thanks-wait." Jimin paused, forgetting he was supposed to be creeped out and not flattered. "That doesn't explain why you're following me."

Taehyung shrugged. "I was given orders to."

"By who?"

"The bosses."

"Can you atleast untie my hands?" 

Silver looked at him, before turning back to the documents he was looking at.  "Don't think so little of yourself princess, you may be small but I know they trained you."

"Not well enough, if I still got kidnapped." Jimin replied drily. "I can't feel the circulation in my hands and I know I've been here for a while. I won't try anything."

"And you want me to believe that?"

"Believe what you want."

Silver continued to read over the documents in front of him. Jimin tried to find any indication of if it was day or night, but there was no windows or cracks in the walls. They put him in a solitude room with only one door and a table. He felt disgusting, not having a shower or got to change his clothes since he got here. They made him use the bathroom in a bucket they gave him earlier and started to barely feed him. 

"What are you reading?" Jimin questioned, not having anything else to do. 

With a quick glance, the silver-haired man looked back at the paper in front of him. "Important information."

"About what?"

"Am I gonna have to gag you?" Silver's eyebrow shot up. "You're talkative today, shut up."

Jimin shrugged. "I get like that when I'm nervous."

"What are you nervous about?"

"When they get here and kill all of you."

 When Jimin got to his apartment, there was another set of roses waiting for him at his door. He picked them up, not looking at the card because he already knew who they were from. Unlocking his door, he walked in and sat them next to the bouquet he got yesterday. 

"I would call the police, but I don't think that would really help with anything." Jimin sighed, turning towards his living room where a figure was sitting on his couch. "I'm not going to even ask how you got in here." 

Yoongi smirked, tilting his head to the side, blonde hair falling out his face. He was sitting in the armchair facing Jimin, the lamp beside him on the lowest setting.

"Why are you here?"

There was a bump from down the hall and Jimin looked to see Jungkook walking out of Jimin's room with a box that Jimin is positive was under his bed.

Deep under his bed. 

"Princess is kinky hyung," Jungkook said bringing the box further into the living room. "He has all the toys, even three different dildos. All different sizes, such a cock slut. I can't believe he uses all these. Must be lonely having to rely on just his toys."

Jimin's face burned red as Yoongi snickered as Jungkook shuffled through the box. Jimin ran over, smacking the younger boy on the hand and taking back his box. Jungkook looked at him, a look of amusement and mischief. 

"Didn't anyone teach you not to snoop?" Jimin glared, face still bright. "And again, why are you here?"

"Jungkookie likes pick locking," Yoongi shrugged, like that answered anything. "You weren't answering our calls."

"You obtained my phone number somehow without my consent. I only talked to you both twice and you even got someone stalking me." Jimin stressed. "Besides I'm pretty sure getting involved with Bangtan can get me killed." 

After the whole Taehyung incident, which hasn't gone away because the boy deemed that they were friends, Jimin took it upon himself to see who these people were. Finding out information about Taehyung was a dead end, there was nothing about the boy that could be traced. But the mention of Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook, brought up one common word 'Bangtan'. 

At first, Jimin was scared shitless, the mafia was interested in him. Yoongi and Jungkook were sending him flowers every day for the past two weeks. Taehyung hasn't stopped sitting next to Jimin in psychology and even accompanies the boy to lunch, even when Jimin tries his best to avoid the talkative boy. 

"We wouldn't let that happen." Jungkook stated sternly, Jimin jumped back a little at the tone. The look on Jungkook's face matched the one on Yoongi's, they were completely serious with that statement. "No one in Bangtan dies on our watch, we don't let our own get hurt. If they do, then whoever hurt them will have hell to pay."

Jimin started at the younger boy, then at the blonde who was staring at him. "What do you want with me?"

"We just want you." 

Yoongi said it so simple but Jimin didn't understand the meaning behind it. He wasn't going to do anything illegal if that's what they were implying, the hell with that. Jimin was in his third year of university and fuck the both of them if they think for one second he's about to throw all that away to play real-life grand thief. Yoongi must have understood the look on his face because the older man snorted. 

"We're not recruiting you, Park." Yoongi smirked. "Trust me, we could do so much better than a dancing pretty boy."

"Excuse me-"

Jimin cut himself off when Jungkook appeared in his line of view. The dark haired boy peered down at Jimin, his brown doe eyes almost innocent. Jimin took a step back, trying to put some distance between them, slightly feeling intimidated. Jungkook stepped forward, gently cupping Jimin's face, with hands he's pretty sure killed multiple people, but was holding Jimin like he was fragile.

Jungkook continued to look into Jimin's eyes until he stared down at the shorter boy's mouth, he pressed his thumb against Jimin's bottom lip. Jimin felt his pulse pick up as he stared back at Jungkook. 

"Like he said," Jungkook rasped, voice sending chills through Jimin. "We just want you."

One of the girls that usually come in to give Jimin the bare minimum of food, walked into the room softly as if approaching a scared animal. She kneeled before him, strict rules of not untying his hand under any circumstances.  With her were a bottle of water and some bread, just enough to where Jimin wasn't going to starve but wasn't going to be full either. 

Jimin opened his mouth when needed, looking at the girl while she looked at the floor. She didn't seem like someone that should be involved with people like this, but neither was he. Thinking back to it, he remembered giving Jungkook and Yoongi a hard time. He was dead set against getting involved, not wanting anything to do with them or Bangtan. 

But along the way, over the past year, they became his family. Taehyung became his bestfriend, someone to talk to when he felt down and to make him laugh when he needed it. But Jimin still knew that Taehyung has an impressing shooting average, one that once caused him to barely miss Jimin's ear when that guy from SV tried to feel up Jimin one drunken night.

Hoseok, who Jimin swore up and down was too pure to be apart of the mafia, was like an older brother to him. He also saw Hoseok kill two guys with his bare hands, but still thought he was the purest thing walking. 

Then there was Namjoon and Seokjin. When Jimin first met Namjoon he was intimidated, more than he felt when he first met Yoongi and Jungkook. The guy had an aura around that demanded to be feared, but once Namjoon broke the coffee pot and tripped over air, Jimin understood why they kept him around. Namjoon was a skilled fighter and could literally turn anything into a weapon. 

And Jin, who called Jimin the prettiest boy he ever seen when they first met, is one of the greatest hackers in Seoul if not the world. Jimin begged Jin to change his A- in physics last year to an A+, because Ms. Kim it out for him, he doesn't care if Jungkook called him egotistic, that old bat didn't like him. But the eldest member of Bangtan simply smiled and told Jimin that he couldn't fix his petty problems. But when Ms. Kim was arrested in the middle of lecture with a warrant of having confidential government documents on her computer, Jin ignored Jimin's pleased grin.

Bangtan were a gang of criminals who were so powerful in Seoul that everyone wanted them dead, but they were untouchable. The Min and Jeon family ruled everything you could think of in the country, even down to the prime minister. 

Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook, the head bosses of Bangtan, took what they wanted and did what they wanted. In all, they weren't bad people, yeah they didn't do it legally sometimes but there was some good in them. Jimin knows that Jungkook secretly donates to the local foster and runaway homes. That Yoongi has a private scholarship set up at the university for the music department. He also knows that they are the reason his mother and little brother aren't out on the streets right now.

But that is one, of many things, that he loves about them. Because even if they are the most feared men in the country, even if they have more blood on their hands than anyone else in the whole group, they still treated Jimin and Bangtan like family. 

So when the girl finally looks up at Jimin, he offers her a sad smile, because she shouldn't be here. 

"How long have I been here?" Jimin asked her.

She blinked, then dropped her head like he was afraid to look at him too long. "A week, they moved you into solitude six days ago."

Jimin flexed his hand, trying to loosen the tight rope. "You might want to leave, like leave the whole building."

The girl brought her head back up, confusion on her face.

"They're going to come today. And you don't deserve their wrath because no one opposed Bangtan is going to make it out this alive." Jimin looked her head on, his eyes not leaving hers. "Taking me was mistake number one, mistake number two they hurt Taehyung. So leave, before they get here because if not, you going to die today."

Jimin was beyond tired, his body ached and sweat was dripping from every part of his body. 

But he was so damn proud of himself, he finally performed one of the hardest choreographies he ever created on his own. There were plenty of night where he practiced until he was on the verge of passing out, having Taehyung drag him home. Or Hoseok scolding him until Jimin agreed to leave. Speaking of which, Jimin doesn't even understand how Hoseok got through this with all the work he was doing for Yoongi and Jungkook. 

"Jimbles!" Jimin had no time to prepare before he was attacked from behind by a wild Taehyung. "You were amazing, I'm very proud of you."

Jimin smiled, getting used to the energetic boy. "Thanks, Tae Tae. I'm glad it's all over now."

"Good because I don't want to have to drag you out the studio after three in the morning anymore." 

A voice, one that never failed to make Jimin's heart melt, came from behind them. "Thought I told you not to stay out too long."

"It was only a couple of times hyung," Jimin whined, turning in Taehyung's arms to peer over his shoulder at Yoongi. "I didn't do it often."

"Liar," Jimin almost got whiplash from turning around again to see Jungkook standing there with his arms crossed and an amused look on his face. "You did it for weeks on end because we were out of the country. Thought you were off the hook because your boyfriends were eighteen hours away? Naughty princess, you really didn't think we wouldn't find out?"

Jimin walked out of Taehyung's embrace and walked up to Jungkook, taking his younger boyfriend's hand in his. Jungkook's face still held that amused look while Jimin swung their hands between them. "But I wanted to practice until it was perfect, you always told me that hard work is important."

"Don't pout at me, that only works on Yoongi." Jungkook snort, kissing the tip of Jimin nose while Jimin rolled his eyes. "I did say that, but I also told you to rest when needed too."

"Someone's in trouble." Taehyung teased, leaving to go find Jin and Namjoon, who were with Hoseok. "He also didn't tell you about that Taemin guy in his dance class. Oh, is that Hoseok calling me?"

"No, it's my fist calling to punch you the face you ass wipe." Jimin glared at his bestfriend, who was cackling as he ran away. Jimin almost followed Taehyung until Yoongi blocked his way. They were the same height but Yoongi's presence made him feel much smaller like it was commanding respect. "Hyung?"

Jimin felt Jungkook press up against him from behind, molding perfectly over Jimin.

Yoongi arched his eyebrow. "Who's Taemin?"

"And what didn't you tell us?" Jungkook finished, pressing his face into Jimin's neck, gently kissing the sweat kissed skin. "Mmh, princess?"

"No one," Jimin gasped, Jungkook deciding to scrape his teeth against Jimin's skin. "he's not important."

Yoongi stepped closer, not taking his eyes off of Jimin. Oh, no. Jimin thought, not right now, not while they're still out in public. 

"Princess, are you lying to hyung and Jungkookie?" Yoongi whispered, satoori causing Jimin to whine. "You know I don't like when you lie baby."

Jimin wanted to stomp his foot, but Jungkook was still wrapped around him and smirking into Jimin's neck. He always teased Jimin about being weak for Yoongi's accent. 

"I'm not lying hyung," Jimin stressed. "He's not important."

"I can always ask Jin to look this kid up, find out dirt about him." Yoongi paused, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Or put dirt on his name."

A breathless laugh escaped Jimin as Jungkook wrapped his arms tighter was Jimin's waist. "You can't ruin someone's life because they asked me out."

Jimin didn't notice his mistake until Yoongi's chest was pressed against his and Jungkook's hand were gripping his hips possessively. There were people still running through backstage, but neither Yoongi or Jungkook cared. Jimin squirm while Yoongi looked him head-on. Before Jimin could say anything, lips crashed against his. 

Yoongi always dominated Jimin, taking whatever he wanted and then some. Jimin fisted the front of Yoongi's shirt, moaning as Jungkook occupied his neck. Yoongi bit Jimin's bottom lip, causing the younger boy to open his mouth. Jimin always expressed who much he loved Yoongi's tongue and what the older man could do with it. He kissed Jimin like it was his life purpose.

It felt like he was burning up, Yoongi's hands were running up and down his sides while Jungkook subtly grinds against Jimin's ass. A chocked moan escaped when Jungkook pinched Jimin's hips, a place they all knew was sensitive. They were all lost in their own world, ignoring the looks they were getting or the noises they were making. Jimin was on the verge of telling both of them that they could just take him home and fuck him.

When Yoongi pulled back, he watched Jimin eyes flutter open, kiss drunk gaze. He huffed out a laugh, kissing the boy's soft lips twice more before pulling back.

Jimin hissed when Jungkook bit down on his skin, blowing softly on the abused skin when the youngest pulled back. 

"I can do what I want," Yoongi drew Jimin's attention back to him. "if I wanted to ruin someone's life, I can."

"And we will," Jungkook breathed in Jimin's ear. "if he tries to do it again. Warn him who you belong to."

Jimin rolled his eyes again, giggling when Yoongi glared at him. "Everyone knows who I belong to. I'm pretty sure the whole world knows, that's why I don't have many friends. You both put fear in people's hearts."

"Good." They both replied.

 Jimin heard the silencer before he heard the rain of gunshots firing. He hoped the girl got out safely. While Jimin sat there, the door banged open but it wasn't who he wanted it to be. 

"I tried to warn you." Jimin said, echoes of screams and bodies dropping outside. "No one's going to be left."

Nam Hyuk stared at him, blood dripping from his temple. It took Jimin a while to piece it together, but he overheard the words 'Nam' and 'Dynasty' alot over the last couple of days. The man pushed the stray of blood into his silver hair when he pushed his hair back. Grabbing Jimin by the hair, he yanked the smaller boy up and led him out the room.

"Even if I die," Hyuk growled, "Bangtan will pay for what they've done."

 In  the time of being with Jungkook and Yoongi, Jimin only saw them kill someone once. Well really it was Jungkook, Yoongi just stood there watching with a proud look in his eyes. Yoongi always expressed that Jungkook had more blood on his hands than everyone combined. That he even beat Yoongi, who wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone on the spot. But Jungkook was always the one willing to go in the field and Yoongi couldn't stop him even if he wanted to.

Everyone was out the house, Jin suggested dinner and a nice walk downtown. It took a while to get Yoongi to agree because he was stressed over an upcoming job, but Jimin batted his eyes and the older man was game. 

Hoseok and Taehyung were in the front of the group laughing and playing around. Jin, who was in the middle with Namjoon, reprimed Taehyung when the boy was swinging on a lamppost. 

Jimin felt a hand groping his ass, glaring at Jungkook, he pinched the younger boy's side. Jungkook pinched him back, making Jimin hiss at the feeling of his skin burning. Yoongi looked at the both of them amused but didn't say anything, letting the two continue their childish banter. 

"Keep your hands to yourself brat," Jimin grabbed Jungkook's hand, pulling away from his butt. "We're in public, control your hormones."

Jungkook scoffed. "I can do what I want, if I wanted to fuck you out here, no one would bat an eye."

"I might throw up!" Taehyung shouted from the front. "Please keep our kinks in the bedroom."

Jimin's cheeks went pink, deciding to get on the other side of Yoongi so Jungkook wasn't next to him. Jungkook complained, trying to grab his hand but Jimin moved further away until he was all the way in the front with Taehyung and Hoseok. 

"Tae Tae, carry me." Jimin pouted. Taehyung laughed, stopping to let Jimin hop on his back. "You're my favorite Taehyungie."

There was a vague, He wasn't saying that last night when we tied him up, but Jimin chose to ignore Jungkook. Taehyung tightened his hands under Jimin's thighs, making sure the boy wasn't going to fall. Jimin rested his head on Taehyung's shoulder, blowing his freshly dyed blonde hair out his face. Taehyung convinced Jimin to finally dye his hair, while Taehyung switched his to a soft brown that Jimin loved. 

"You're my favorite too Jim Jam." Taehyung squeezed his leg. 

Even though everyone knew Jimin was dating Jungkook and Yoongi, they knew Taehyung made his way into Jimin's heart as well. Over time they became inseparable, you wouldn't see one without the other. On more than one occasion Jimin boyfriends would find Jimin in Taehyung's room, the two on the boy's bed with the covers halfway on the floor. Whenever Taehyung wasn't on a mission, he was with Jimin. 

"I swear he was dating us Yoongi," Jungkook playfully glared from the back of the group. His boyfriend snorted, bumping against Jungkook's shoulder. "I don't wanna have to hurt Tae."

Jin turned his head slightly, grinning at his boss. "Please, if anything you'll fight whoever harm either of them. They're your soft spot."

"I don't have a soft spot."

"You wanted to have all the stairs removed when Jimin tripped the other day." Namjoon snickered. 

"He almost broke his leg." Jungkook argued. 

"Taehyung cried about failing his exam and you wanted to get his teacher executed." Hoseok turned around, a smug look on his face.

Jungkook huffed. "He had it out for Tae the whole year."

Before anyone could say anything else, there was a shriek from in front of them and Jimin fell to the ground. Yoongi ran to the boy while everyone noticed that Taehyung was pinned to the wall, hands wrapped around his neck and a knife pressing into his skin. Hoseok had his gun out, aiming it at the man infront of Taehyung. Everyone else was unarmed, but Namjoon already picked up a pipe off the ground, Jungkook ready to use his fist.

"Give me a good ass reason why your hands are on him." Jungkook growled, making it to the front, he was the closest to them. "Make it quick."

"G-give me the coordinates for the next shipment." The guy shouted. "That's an order!"

A scoff broke from Jungkook, he heard Hoseok cock his gun. "You really think, you're going to get anything out of us or live for that matter. Get your hands off of him, now."

Any other time, Taehyung could have gotten out that hold, but they all knew why he wasn't moving. Why there was the panic look in his eyes. Taehyung never had good experiences with knives, having family members who treated him like dirt and thought he was nothing but a worthless waste of space. There were a few incidents that Taehyung recalled, where slashes were made on his back or how the metal pierced his sides.

When he met Jungkook back in middle school, the boy promised to never let another knife harm him.

Yoongi felt Jimin stiffen in his hold, but his eyes were trained on Taehyung. "Taehyung, you know you're going to be okay. Right?"

Jimin looked up at Yoongi, but then looked back at Taehyung, he noticed that the boy had a dazed look in his eyes. He wasn't moving or saying anything. Jimin only knew briefly of what Taehyung went through as a child, but not to the extent of the boy freezing up. "Tae?"

Taehyung let out a shuttered breath, eyes glossing over with tears. The man tightened his hold, knife pressing deeper towards Taehyung's throat. In his head, Taehyung knew why they haven't done anything yet, that he was the reason this man was still alive. They needed him to be okay before they did anything that would send him into a state of hysteria. 

"Shut up," The man with the knife shouted, Taehyung could feel the sweat on the man's palms. If the stuttering earlier wasn't a sign that he was nervous, this one sure as hell was. "Just do what I say and he won't get hurt."

Jimin stared at Taehyung, gripping Yoongi's hand as the elder tried to hold him back. It's okay, you're okay. Jimin watched as Taehyung stared at him, searching Jimin's face for a lie, before closing his eyes. Jungkook tackled the man to the ground, Hoseok and Namjoon next to him in a second. Taehyung let out a sob, crumbling to the cold ground, Jimin broke away from Yoongi to throw himself into Taehyung's arms. 

"You're okay, Tae. I'm proud of you, so proud." He pulled the younger man closer to him. "It's okay, you're okay."

Taehyung tightened his grip on Jimin, burying his face into Jimin's shoulder. Jin informed them that the car would be here soon, sliding his phone back into this pocket. Not being able to see because Taehyung was clouding his vision, Jimin heard Yoongi speak. 

"Don't kill him, Kook," Glaring down the struggling man. "not yet."

Jungkook tightened his grip on the guy's neck. "Hyung-"

"Not, yet. We're taking him back to the house."

That night, Jimin held Taehyung while the boy cried. Shushing him whenever he started yelling in his sleep, humming soft songs. When he went to get up to get them something to drink, Jimin walked in on Jungkook and Yoongi standing infront of the man who attacked Taehyung. He was tied to a chair, bruises lined all over his face. Everyone else was on the other side of the room, quiet but at attention. 

"You tried to play hero for your branch, but expected a different outcome." Yoongi's deep voice boomed in the room. He grabbed Jungkook, who stepped forward, pushing the younger boy behind him. "You do know that now, they are going to be on our radar. You just single handily killed everyone is your branch."

The man's head hung low, Jimin could hear the man's ragged breathing, like there was internal damage blocking his airways. 

"You attacked one of ours. Someone who wasn't even your target." Yoongi hummed, reaching behind him to pull out a pistol out of his holder. Jimin pressed himself against the wall, watching at Yoongi pressed the weapon against the man's head, adding pressure until the man's head shifted back and he was looking Yoongi in the eyes. "That's unforgivable."

Jimin watched as Yoongi shifted, letting Jungkook take his place. The youngest's eyes were blank, his whole face was. Jimin remained quiet as Jungkook took hold of the metal, his jaw clenched. Without a warning, blood splattered on the hardwood floor and Jungkook dropped his hand. No one moved until they all heard Taehyung's screams, everyone looked to where Jimin ran back into the room. 

"Hey, it's okay Taehyungie." Jimin ran into in the boy's room, pulling a crying Taehyung close to his chest. "I'm here, you're alright."

It didn't take long before Taehyung fell back to sleep, resting on Jimin's chest while the older boy leaned against the headboard. Jimin ran his hand through Taehyung's hair, pressing soft kisses against his hairline. When Taehyung's door open, Jimin barely moved. Yoongi was walking in, sitting on the end of Taehyung's bed. He watched his boyfriend comfort someone who he thought of like a brother.

"How is he?"

Jimin looked at Yoongi's face, but the man was still staring at Taehyung. "He's going to be okay, one day."

"Mmh," Yoongi nodded. "And yourself?"

"Nothing happened to me, I just fell-"

Yoongi cut him off with a look. "That's not what I'm talking about Jimin."

He knew that, but truthfully he was okay. "I'm not afraid of any of you if that's what you're thinking. I know why Jungkook did what he did, I'm not naive Yoongi." Jimin whispered, not wanting to wake up the sleeping boy. "If that was the case, I would have never got involved with any of you. I'm fine."

Yoongi placed his hand on Jimin's ankle, warmth seeping through the blanket. 

"So you're going to kill them? Because of the guy who tried to hurt Tae?"

"Yeah, Jungkook's planning this one." Yoongi said. "This one's kind of personal, for all of us. But especially him."

Jimin nodded, stilling when Taehyung moved then settled down. He pushed the boy's hair off his forehead and kissed his clammy skin. Yoongi was watching them, but Jimin closed his eyes, basking in the false calm feeling. 

"Good, they knew better than to mess with us."

Yoongi was never one to be on site, always opting to be the brains behind everything. He usually left Jungkook up to going out and getting the job done. It was usual to have more than one boss in charge of a mafia, but Bangtan wasn't like the regular mafia. Where other's hesitated, Bangtan is already five steps ahead and in action. It was even more unusual to have one of the bosses in the field, doing the dirty work.

That's just how Bangtan ran.

So when Jimin saw Yoongi standing in the middle of the room, bodies surrounding him as he stood there, he knew Nam wasn't going to make this out alive.

The older man's black hair was a mess, but Jimin never thought he looked more handsome with his natural hair color. Yoongi was in all black, the color contrasting from his pale skin. Jimin took notice of the guys fighting in the background, but then he saw the other person that made his heart race. 

Jungkook just got done punching a guy in his face before shooting his straight in between the eyes. Not even flinching at the blood and when another guy tried to get up, Jungkook shot him in the throat. Jimin swallowed as Nam pressed a gun against his head. 

"I would drop that gun if I were you, Nam." Yoongi turned around, staring at the man who had his boyfriend captive. There was fire look in Yoongi's eyes, one that made even Jimin nervous. "You're dealing with a piece of priceless art. Baby, how are you?"

Jimin smiled, relief finally settling in. "I'm fine."

"Don't play games with me Min," Nam yanked Jimin's head back, making the boy grit his teeth. Jimin could hear someone making a warning noise. "I didn't do all this to be toyed with."

Jimin heard a bullet fly past them, Nam hissing as it grazed his shoulder but otherwise didn't release Jimin.

"No, you did all this because you got ahead of yourself." Jungkook growled, the last man's body dropping as he walked up next to Yoongi. "Nam Hyuk, trying to act out because daddy isn't letting him take over the Dynasty. The same Dynasty that we took over, that we destroyed when they tried to outsmart us and the same that disowned you for being too pussy to kill anybody. Really didn't even think you had all this in you."

"You wanted to prove yourself, I understand that." Yoongi cocked his head to the left, his tale that he's mocking someone. "But you went about this the wrong way."

Jimin's legs were kicked from underneath him, sending him to his knees. Now that he was able to see everyone, he could see all of their faces and holy shit, this wasn't going to be pretty. Hoseok's naturally smiley face was in a deep scowl, hands by his side but a gun in his left. Namjoon's eyes shown anger as he quietly swung this pipe around, probably one he found lying around. Even Jin was standing there displeased, hand cocked on his hip. 

But the look on Yoongi and Jungkook's faces took the cake. Jimin looked at Jungkook, knowing that the younger was holding himself back.

"You injured one of our own, basically left him for dead." The calmness in Yoongi's voice was unsettling. "Then you kidnapped another. I have to hand it to you Nam, you're a bold bitch."

"A stupid bitch, more like it." Jungkook scoffed. "Can I kill him now? I really want his hands off Jimin."

Jimin held back a laughed as Nam glared at Jungkook, but then felt the butt of the gun in Nam's hand hit the side of his face. Before Jungkook could lift his own gun, Yoongi kicked Nam straight in the jaw, sending the man tumbling back. Jimin lost his balance now that Nam wasn't supporting him, but Jungkook was right in front of him. 

"Hey baby," Jungkook cuffed his face. "sorry we took so long."

Jungkook started wiping the blood off the side of Jimin's face. "It's okay. Is Taehyung okay?"

"Tae's fine, no real damage done. They put him in an induced coma so his body could heal." Jungkook kissed his forehead. "Are you sure you're okay? They didn't do anything to you did they?"

"No," Jimin lied, he didn't feel like bringing up things that were already resolved. "they didn't do anything."

While Jungkook was untying Jimin's hands, Namjoon ruffled his hair, smiling down at the younger boy. Hoseok dropped down, squatting in front of Jimin and pressed the younger boy's cheeks together, crying that he missed Jimin. Jin rolled his eyes playfully while Jimin laughed, saying he missed them too. 

Jimin turned around in time to see Yoongi pressing Nam's face deeper into the ground with his foot. 

"I fucking hate smart asses," Yoongi glared. "Kook, give me your gun."

"That's not fair, I wanted to shoot him." Jungkook whined, holding his gun closer to him. Jimin rolled his eyes at the 20-year-old. "You said I could do it."

Yoongi scoffed a fond brat before turning his hand towards Hoseok, who gave his gun to Yoongi. Namjoon was pressing into Nam's hand with his pipe, making the man grit his teeth in pain. 

"You're not going to get away with this-"

"Shut the fuck up," Yoongi groaned. "I am going to get away this. We are going to get away with this. Are you so fucking dumb that you really believed that you could ruin us?"

Jungkook pulled Jimin up to his feet. "Your own team ratted you out man, you can't really believe they were trustworthy."

"The "information" you had on us," Namjoon pressed harder on his hand, smiling when Nam shouted in pain. "gone."

"Wiped clean, like that bomb you had set to go off-" Jin stopped to check his watch. "In about two seconds. Did you really think I wouldn't pick up on that? I'm insulted."

Yoongi pointed the gun at Nam's head, cocking it. "Those who you thought were following you, gave you up. And those who were dumb enough to follow you are now dead."

Nam's face reddened with anger, glaring at everyone. He knew he was outsmarted and as of right now outnumbered too.

"Hyung," Jimin walked up to Yoongi, the older looking at his boyfriend. "Can I do it?"

Jimin met eyes with Nam, watching as the man's face continued into a scowl and Jimin felt the hatred flare up in him. He never hated someone so much in his life, not even those kids who used to pick at him because he wanted to dance. Jimin's life wasn't bad growing up, but it wasn't good neither. There were times where he thought he wasn't going to make it, people berating him and his own family turned their backs on his mother and her two kids. Through everything, Jimin never hated anyone who did him wrong. 

But Nam tried to take down the family that he gained. The people that he loved. There was no forgiving that, Jimin wasn't going to let that go. Not when Taehyung had to fight for his life because some piece of shit wanted to prove himself. When you mess with Bangtan, it doesn't work out well for you.

Yoongi's face didn't change, but everyone else's did. "You want to do it?"

"He hurt Tae, I'm not going to let that slide." 

Yoongi studied Jimin's face, seeing that the boy was serious. The look in Jimin's eyes told Yoongi that he wasn't going to let anyone else do the job, that this was his. Yoongi smirked, pressing the gun into Jimin's smaller hands. Of all the people in the world, Yoongi never wanted Jimin to have blood on his hands but knew there was no way of stopping him right now.

"Are you seriously about to let him do this?" Jungkook's mouth drop open. "You're going to corrupt my baby."

Hoseok laughed, pushing Jungkook's shoulder, after breaking out his state of shock. "Pretty sure that he's been corrupted, he's dating you isn't he."

"Shut up," Jungkook glared, but walked up behind Jimin, pressing himself flat against Jimin's body. Yoongi took his foot off Nam's face, but Namjoon still had the irate man pinned. "If you're going to do this then, you're going to learn from the master."

"But Tae isn't here." Jimin looked back, blinking his eyes innocently.

Jungkook swatted him on the butt. "Watch it, Princess, anyway relax."

Jimin did that, feeling his body slowly relax. Jungkook left one hand on Jimin's hip, rubbing his hip bone while the other guided Jimin's hand into the proper form. Jungkook rested his head against Jimin's.

"Now breath," Jungkook instructed. "Don't close your eyes, just pressed the trigger."

Jimin locked eyes with Nam, the man looking at him with nothing but disgust, that's fine. Jimin wasn't too pleased with him either, knowing that the man was trying to harm his family. He took Jimin from the people he loved, tried to take everything they worked for and almost ended Taehyung's life. 

He wasn't going to let him get away with that.

"Fucking-"

Jungkook kept Jimin's hand steady after the pistol went off. Jimin kept his eyes on Nam, bullet hole in the middle of his head, blood sliding down his pale face. Namjoon got up, finally standing to his full height. Jungkook took the gun, giving it back to Hoseok.

"I am so fucking the shit out of you tonight." Jungkook groaned, burying his face in the crook of Jimin's neck, wrapping his arms around Jimin's waist. "Like you're not leaving the bed for days."

Jimin's face burned as Jin turned away with a snickering Hoseok. "It's time to go, I didn't need to hear that." Pulling a disgusted looking Namjoon along with him.

Jimin was still staring at Nam until Yoongi lifted his face up, making the younger look at him. Jimin didn't even know he was crying until Yoongi wiped his face, kissing the tears away. 

"Are you okay?" Yoongi asked again, eyes flickering over Jimin's face. 

Nodding, he pulled Yoongi closer to him. The heat of both his boyfriends surrounding him, making him feel safe. "P-please don't let them take me again. I know that I shouldn't love you both, that I might get killed because I'm with you but I don't care. I need you, both of you. Please don't let them take me."

"Never, again." Jungkook's breath tickled Jimin's neck.

Yoongi shushed his crying. "Don't worry baby, no one's taking you from us ever again."

Jimin hid his face in the sheets, red and hot, his skin burned with pleasure and embarrassment.

"Don't you dare." Jimin panted, gripping the white sheets with a vice grip. "Don't you fucking dare, brat."

There was no reason for him to look back, Jimin knew Jungkook was wearing the smuggest look on his face. He groaned when Jimin tightened around him, but still kept the strong grip on the older man's hips. None of this was how Jimin pictured it, but Jungkook took teasing Jimin seriously and it was only so much he could take. Jimin had to endure a drawn-out process of rimming and fingering that left him a mess, that when Jungkook finally decided to push in, Jimin was gone.

Jungkook slapped Jimin's ass cheek, snickering when Jimin tried to grind back. "Did you just cum from one thrust?"

Before Jimin could say anything, Jungkook slid his legs between Jimin's, making the dancer press himself fully onto the bed. His softened cock laid on top of the mess he made. Shallow thrust made Jimin's legs threatened to close, a habit he had for a while, but Jungkook made sure he wouldn't be able to.

"Y-you're. Fuck-" Jungkook rubbed against his prostate, making pleasure course through Jimin's body. He never could get over the thin line of pleasure and pain that came with the feeling of being overstimulated. And with the way Jungkook was holding Jimin's body, there was no way for him not to feel everything. "Please don't stop."

Jungkook loved teasing. "Stop? You want me to stop princess?"

Jimin almost kicked out his foot when Jungkook slowed down until he was just sitting inside of Jimin. When Jimin tried to press back, Jungkook stopped his hips immediately, adding pressure to Jimin's back. Tears stung the back of Jimin's eyes, frustration seeping out. Teasing always got Jungkook off, when he's able to reduce Jimin into a sobbing mess, begging to be fucked. The youngest took pleasure in watching his boyfriend struggle to get his words out, wanting to cum so bad.

"Why are you such an asshole?" Jimin closed his eyes, he wasn't about to let Jungkook see him cry. "Just fuck me properly."

"You told me to stop." Jungkook teased, eyes shining. He could feel Jimin's body shaking, overturned with energy that the smaller boy didn't know what to do with. "I don't want to hurt my baby if he wants me to stop."

Jungkook was taunting him, playing as if he didn't know what he was doing to Jimin. "I'm telling Yoongi, that you're not fucking me like you should."

"And what, I should be scared of Yoongi?" Jungkook snort.

As if sensing them talking about him, the eldest walked into the room. Jimin took in that Yoongi was in just black pants, his shirt gone. A whine escaped his mouth as the older man walked over to him, kneeling on the bed before pressing a kiss against Jimin's heated skin.

"You should be afraid brat." Yoongi kissed Jimin's neck, his hand sliding up Jungkook's thigh, nails scratching against the tan skin. "Why are you teasing our baby?"

"Because it's fun."

"Because he's a little shit."

Jungkook grind forward, making Jimin squeak. "Don't bad mouth me."

"I just want you to fuck me!" Jimin huffed, tears falling down his red stricken cheeks. If this was the game Jungkook wanted to play, then fine. He was going to play it, going to give the younger man what he wanted. "I've been missing for a whole week and instead of fucking me like I want, you're playing. If I wanted to be toyed with I would find someone else to fuck m-"

Yoongi snort at the way Jungkook let Jimin riled him up. Jimin's mouth opened in a silent scream as Jungkook picked a pace that left Jimin breathless. There was no way for Jimin to escape, not that he wanted to, with Jungkook's harsh thrust and his strong hands pinning Jimin down. Jimin just laid there and took it.

Yoongi laid down next to Jimin, watching the boy's eyes squeeze shut. "You're getting what you wanted, aren't you baby? Jungkookie is fucking you good isn't he?"

Jimin tried to talk, tried to make a sentence, but the only words he could form were please and Jungkook.

"You liked being fucked like this Jiminie?" Jungkook huffed a laugh, Jimin didn't even have it in him to deny it. "You just wanted a cock in you baby? To fuck that tight hole of yours didn't you? That's all, right, princess?"

"Such a good boy we have," Yoongi cooed, brushing Jimin's hair out his face. The latter tried to look at his boyfriend, but his eyes wouldn't focus. Yoongi's face was nothing but a blurred figure. "taking it so well. Right, Kook?"

Jungkook did a nice twist, that had Jimin scrambling for Yoongi's hand. Jungkook's hips were smacking against Jimin's ass, bruising the skin and Jimin knew he wasn't going to be able to sit down for a while. Yoongi took it upon himself to talk dirty to Jimin, letting the Daegu satoori come out. His raspy voice left Jimin melting into the bed, listening to boyfriend say lewd things to and about him. 

"You were made to take cock, isn't that right baby? You were made to get fucked into the mattress, with an ass like that. Fuck," Yoongi groaned like he was the one suffering and not Jimin. "After Jungkook's done fucking you, I'm going to eat you out. Would you like that baby?"

Jimin rubbed his face again the sheets, trying to calm his breathing down but Jungkook's stamina was never one to be played with. "Yes-yes hyung. Please, I'll be good. I want it-"

"You just have to cum Jimine," Yoongi cut him off. "Think you can do that for me?"

Yes, Jimin thought as Jungkook lifted his hips up. A curse left Jungkook's lips as Jimin unintentionally squeezed around him again, make the younger lean down to whisper in Jimin's ear. 

"Cum for me baby," Jungkook rasped. "Let hyung see you cum on my cock, so he can eat all my cum out your ass."

Jimin's grip on the sheet and Yoongi's hand tightened, he was right there. Almost ready to snap, he just needed a little more-

"Show us how much of a good boy you are."

White cum shot out on the sheets, ruining them more than they were. Jimin's eyes rolled back as Jungkook fucked the orgasm out of him, pushing the last bit of cum out of Jimin's spent cock. Not too long after him, Jungkook's cock twitched inside of Jimin, coating his walls white. Jungkook huffed at the feeling of Jimin's walls sucking him in. After a couple more strokes, Jungkook pulled out, both of them shaking from oversensitivity. 

Jungkook flopped on the other side of Jimin, he laid on his side, so he could run his hand over the trembling boy's back. "Give me 15 minutes and I'll be ready for the next round."

"I don't think I can endure another round with you," Jimin mumbled, eyes already fighting to stay open. "I won't be able to walk without assistance for the next week if we keep this up.

Yoongi kissed Jimin's hand while Jungkook massaged his burning cheeks. "That's the plan princess."

"Please get your boyfriend," Jimin opened his eyes to mock glare at Yoongi, while the other smiled softly at him. "Ride him until he cries or something, I can't take this all by myself."

"This is the price you have to pay when you decided to date him."

"How did you suffer for so many years hyung? Was he always like this?"

"Always baby," Yoongi had a fake put out look on his face. "kid was never satisfied. Greedy thing he is."

They both shared a look of amusement when Jungkook growled at both of them, moving until he was in between them. His doe eyes narrowed, trying to be intimidating, but to the two older men, they just saw their baby. Yoongi snickered when Jungkook tried to burying his face into his neck, nipping at the pale skin. Jimin watched in awe at the beauty of the two.

Jimin was so lucky.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," Jungkook's voice was muffled by Yoongi's skin. "I'm not that bad."

"Please," Jimin laughed. "for our anniversary you weren't satisfied until Yoongi ate you out until you cried. And that was after you fucked me and got two blowjobs."

"I can't help it if he knows what he's doing." Jungkook sniffed.

"Just admit it, you're a whiny bottom that likes to get it up the ass but doesn't know how to ask for it."

Yoongi outright laughed when Jungkook whipped around to glare at a snickering Jimin. Jimin started teasing the youngest, making Jungkook pinch the older boy's sides. Yoongi sighed, getting up to walk to the foot of the bed, pulling Jungkook's legs until the youngest was basically on the edge.

Jungkook looked offended. "What- oh my fuck."

Yoongi grinned as Jungkook arched back to get Yoongi's tongue against his hole again. "I'll eat you out, if that's what you want."

Jimin smirked at the rate Jungkook was nodding his head, biting his lip not to say anything. "You should do it until he cries hyung."

"I think I will." Yoongi dived back in, hands firm so Jungkook couldn't move away. There was a pleased noise that escaped Yoongi as Jungkook moaned out his name. "That's right baby, let us hear you."

Jimin took Jungkook's pink cheeks in his hands, cooing at the tears at bay. Kissing the pouty lips softly, Jimin smiled as he pulled back, Jungkook whining. "I take it back, we can go a couple more rounds."

Jungkook buried his face in the bed sheets when Yoongi stretches him open. 

It wasn't as cold as Jimin thought outside, but he still left the house with a jacket and a scarf. The winter wind wasn't as harsh as it usually was, making the walk bearable. Everyone offered to drive him, but Jimin opposed, stating that the walk could help clear his mind. It took alot to convince Yoongi and Jungkook not to have one of the guys follow him, or themselves for the matter, but he won when he explained where he was going. 

The walk wasn't long, a nice twenty minutes, that left Jimin feeling warm. He walked to the tall building, passing many people who were there to see their own loved ones. The receptionist took down Jimin's information, explaining that because of their circumstance it was a precaution. 

Going all the way up to the private floor, nine floors up, Jimin got off the elevator and walked to room 901. Two guards were standing there, one Jimin remembers when he first met Jungkook, Dongwoo. They nodded, letting him through, closing the door softly behind him.

The room was silent, barely a noise other than the sound of machines and steady breathing. Jimin took his jacket off, sitting it on the couch in the corner, before making his way to the chair beside the bed. His eyes glancing over the sleeping form.

"Took you long enough to see me," Jimin looked up to see Taehyung's eyes were still closed. "Some bestfriend you are."

Jungkook informed Jimin that Taehyung woke up on his own a few days ago, quicker than the doctors anticipated. Everyone already made there stops, the abundance of flowers around the room was a clear sign of that. Jimin tried to sneak out for the past two weeks to come see Taehyung, but when your boyfriends haven't seen you in a week and didn't want you out their sight, it was harder said than done.

Jimin smiled, combing his hand through Taehyung's hair. "Sorry, I was kind of kidnapped for like a week and then my boyfriends, your bosses, didn't really allow me to leave their sight for a couple of days."

"Your excuses are weak." Taehyung smiles, not his boxy one, but enough to make Jimin's chest warm. "Very shitty."

"The shittiest," Jimin agreed, eyes meeting brown ones, that shined with warmth even after what happened. "I'll try better next time."

Taehyung hummed, shuffling until he was facing Jimin completely. There was no way to get Taehyung to sit still, no matter how much Jimin tried, the boy moved until he was comfortable, wires be damned. Jimin looked to see that there was this concerned expression on Taehyung's face.

"What is it?"

"Are you okay?" At the confused look on Jimin's face, Taehyung clarified. "After I woke up, they told me that you were the one that killed Nam. I'm asking you are you okay since he was the first person you killed."

Jimin smiled, amused. "You're the one who got shot, in the head mind you, and left for dead. But you're asking me if I'm okay because I killed the guy that organized the hit out on you?"

"I killed my first person, by accident. I threw up for two days straight because I kept seeing her face everytime I closed my eyes." Taehyung shrugged. "Everyone's different."

"I'm fine Tae," Leaning back in the chair, Jimin ran his hands through his hair. "I think everyone is waiting for me to have this breakdown but right now I'm fine. Yes, I should be running for the hills right now, distancing myself from you all and trying to live a normal life if I could. But I don't want that-"

Jimin paused to help Taehyung pull his blanket up. The younger shooting a thankful smile.

"I don't want to leave you guys or try to be normal, whatever the hell that means. I know that Yoongi and Jungkook are scared that I would want to leave, that after everything that has happened, I wouldn't want to stay. And it would kill them, but they would let me. They wouldn't let me stay if I wasn't happy, but I am." Jimin laced his fingers with Taehyung's, rubbing circles on the boy's tan skin. "I'm happy I met all of you and I'm not going anywhere."

"If I was given the chance, I would kill Nam all over again." Jimin glared, more upset at the thought of anything of them getting hurt than him killing someone. "He tried to hurt all of you and I won't let that happen. So if needed, I'll kill again if that means all of you are safe. You're my family, I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Any of you."

Taehyung's eyes brimmed with tears, but Jimin chose to ignore that. "Same. Like you know we would kill for you. I've killed for you and I'll do it again."

"Yeah," Jimin let out a wet laugh, now noticing he was getting emotional as well. "I know."

And he did.