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eight.

The smell of pancakes woke the young, peach haired boy up. His eyes fluttered open as he yawned, his body sore from the morning activity. He shuttered at the memory, fear and disgust sinking into him when he remembered the threats and words the man said. He flinched when he heard footsteps approaching from the stairs, his head turning to look at the attractive male. 

"G-get a-away from me!" He slid back, scrambling over to the edge of the bed. Yoongi sighed, placing the plate of slightly burnt pancakes onto the bed in front of Jimin. 

"It's okay, I won't hurt you. Just eat, please..." Jimin glared at him, scoffing as he crossed his arms in defiance. 

"No. Fuck o-off." Yoongi clenched his jaw, not wanting to deal with this after five attempts at making pancakes. 

"EAT THE FUCKING FOOD!" He screamed, towering over the small boy who whimpered, tears welling in his eyes. He shook his head 'no', turning away and fidgeting with the blankets in his fingers. 

"I'm n-not h-hungry...y-yet." Yoongi nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed and running his hands in his greasy, blonde hair. 

"It's okay, baby...I'll save it." Jimin wondered how he could say such a gentle thing after just raping and screaming at him. The younger tore off an edge of the breakfast, nibbling on the fluffy crepe. 

"I- I wanna g-go home." Yoongi only smiled, his hand reaching out to pet the boy's thigh, rough hands meeting plush, milky flesh. 

"No, no baby. This is your new home. This is our home." Jimin exhaled shakily, pulling his leg away from Yoongi, making the older glare at him.

"W-who are you?" It was silent for a moment; Yoongi contemplating whether he should tell the boy or not. 

"Min Yoongi is my name."

"Why is y-your a-account name 'AgustD'?" Yoongi smirked; he realized the younger would have questions, but this wasn't what he was expecting.

"That's what I went by seven years ago, that's the name that my inmates knew me by. That's the name that people involved in bad things knew me by." Jimin nodded a bit, his eyes flicking up to Yoongi and then back down to the sheets wrapped around him. 

"W-what kind o-off bad things...?" Yoongi chuckled, his body leaning over Jimin's, the younger whimpering in fear. Oh, how Yoongi loved that sound; the sound where Jimin practically submitted, the sound where he was afraid, the sound where he knew he couldn't stop Yoongi. 

"I don't want to give you nightmares, baby." Jimin's breath hitched when he felt Yoongi's hand slowly peeling off the sheets that protected him.

"N-no! D-don't touch m-me!" Yoongi stopped, realizing he should focus on trying to get Jimin to love and trust him. 

"Okay...but," Jimin gulped at those words, his eyes staring up into ebony ones, "I have rules."

"N-no ru-" SLAP. Yoongi's breath hitched at his own actions, turning his gaze to Jimin's red cheek. The younger whimpered, holding his cheek as his eyes glossed over.

"Follow rules and I won't hit you. Understood?" Jimin nodded, fear crawling up his skin as his lip trembled from the pain. 

"One; no leaving this house. Two; always listen to what I say. I don't want you disobeying me. Three; call me Yoongi. Four; ask before you do, eat, or try anything. If you break these, I will hurt your friends like Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook, Namjoon and Jin, all of them. Don't test me." Jimin nodded, not wanting to say anything to get himself hit. "Words, baby."

"Y-yes...Yoongi." The blonde smiled, lightly laughing and kissing Jimin's head. 

ⓨⓜ

"You have nothing?!" Jungkook yelled. His voice boomed across the police station making the officers slightly cower away. 

"N-no sir. We're still looking." The ravenette scoffed, turning away before looking back at the pathetic cop. 

"Look fucking harder." With that he left, slamming the doors and pulling out his phone to call Taehyung. 

"They have nothing on his whereabouts or who could have taken him." He heard Taehyung sigh before silence took over the line. 

"Okay, l-let's just keep t-trying." Jungkook agreed and hung up. He felt bad; Taehyung probably thought it was his fault for leaving the small boy alone. He got in his car, driving down the street and right past the target's house, unaware of the horror going on inside it. 

ⓨⓜ

Hours. That's how long it's been for the small peach haired boy, yet it felt like weeks. He trotted down the stairs, his eyes widening at the nice interior of the first floor. He peeked his head around the corner, his eyes locking with the front door. He took a step towards it, gasping when he heard the click of a gun behind him. 

"What did I say, Jimin?" The small boy turned towards him, eyes widening when he saw Yoongi pointing a gun at his head. 

"I-I'm sorry! I- d-don't hurt m-me!" Jimin hung his head, dropping to the ground in fear of the other. Yoongi sighed and lowered the gun before walking over and hugging Jimin's petite body. 

"Baby...it's not you I would hurt...it's the pricks like Taehyung and Jungkook." Jimin nodded, his hands grasping onto Yoongi's dark green jacket, making the older smile. He picked Jimin up, holding him like a koala and carrying him into the kitchen before setting him on the kitchen counter. "Up for dinner?"

"N-not hungry." Yoongi rolled his eyes, walking over to the fridge and frowning at the limited food options. 

"Eat something at least. I'll make pasta?" Jimin nodded, fidgeting with his hands as Yoongi made dinner. He looked around the room at the minimalist interior. He sighed, leaning against the cabinets as he thought of any possible way to get out.

"Yoongi! Where's my phone?" Yoongi didn't even look at him.

"Smashed." Jimin's eyes widened. He hopped off the counter and gawked at Yoongi. 

"You think you h-have a right to d-do that!? That w-was my phone!-"

"Don't you dare raise your fucking voice at me!" Yoongi boomed, glaring at the boy who cowered away from him. "I couldn't have anyone tracking you." Jimin sucked in a breath, tears prickling his eyes. He walked over to the table and sat down, staring at the wall. A couple minutes later, Yoongi placed the food on the tale in front of him and Jimin and sat down across from him. Jimin gave him a smug smile before shoving the ceramic plate of pasta off the floor, watching Yoongi's expression as it shattered. He was shocked when the older barely had a reaction. 

"Jimin. I don't tolerate behavior like this."

"Then let me go!" Jimin screamed, standing up and staring down at Yoongi, hate spiraling in his eyes. 

"Jimin, sit the fuck down before I kill someone." The younger just smirked, sitting down and crossing his arms. 

"Your just bluffing." Yoongi grinned; now he could have some fun. He stood up, pushing his own food to Jimin before walking behind him and kissing his head. He kissed his neck, breath tickling Jimin's skin.

"Eat. By the time I'm back from my hunt, I want it gone. If you are gone; then I'll drive over to little TaeTae's and beat him with a fucking pipe till he's dead. Bye bye, sweetheart." Jimin's breath hitched at his words, flinching when the door slammed and locked behind him. Sadly, for Jimin, he was one to put others first instead of himself. 

"H-holy shit..."

ⓨⓜ

𝘈𝘩𝘩𝘩, 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴!
𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

- 𝘔