sᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ | ᴍ.ʏɢ +ᴘ.ᴊᴍ

nineteen.

- 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 
- 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.

Jimin's eyes fluttered open, squinting to get used to the light. He yawned, turning his head but widening his eyes when he felt cold air on his body. He looked down and noticed he was completely naked. He tried to get up but his hands were bound above his head, one of his ankles attached to a bed post in Yoongi's bed.

"Y-Yoongi! Yoongi! H-help!" He screamed, fresh tears building up in his eyes, some cascading down his cheeks. He tried to thrash against his restraints, but got nowhere, giving up and wiggling every now and then. He was alone, a cool breeze hitting his bare skin from the crack in the window, making him shiver. The door creaked open and Yoongi stepped in, expressionless. "Y-Yoongi...h-help..." The blonde twitched at that; wanting nothing more than to help his baby and hold him close, but he needed to be taught a lesson. 

"No, Jackson will be here soon. Just wait." Jimin's breath hitched, his brows furrowing together in confusion. 

"W-why?" Jimin's voice cracked a bit as he watched Yoongi take a seat on the leather couch, his dark gaze fixed on Jimin. 

"Because...he's going to fuck you." Jimin's eyes widened again, now jolting his body upwards to try and get out of his restraints. 

"N-no...Yoongi p-please no!" The older just ignored him, his attention moving to the door when Jackson walked in.

"Hey, why'd yo- J-Jimin...?" Jackson's face grew a bit pale, quickly fixing his gaze onto Yoongi who just glared up at him. The blonde stood up, reaching into his back pocket where he pulled out a gun, holding it up to the ravenettes face. 

"Fuck him." Jackson let out a shaky breath, flicking his eyes over at Jimin's crying figure before turning back to Yoongi, his hands raised in the air. 

"W-what...?"

"FUCK HIM! You love each other so much! SO FUCK HIM!" Yoongi screamed, pushing the muzzle of the gun into Jackson's forehead. Jimin just cried more, his body shaking in fear. 

"N-no Yoongi...I'm not go-"

"I'll kill your sister. Ha!" Jackson's eyes widened, immediately looking down at the floor, guilt washing over him as Jimin's cries echoed in his ear. "Ha...yeah, that's right. Maybe chop up your dear brother, too..."

"Y-Yoongi...don't do this..." The blonde just scoffed, cocking the gun and glaring into Jackson's eyes. 

"Why not?" Jackson sighed, his finger's clicking as he thought of what to say. 

"B-because he l-loves you! He r-ran to y-you! He called out for you! H-he got worried when y-you weren't here!" Yoongi rolled his eyes, not believing anything Jackson told him. 

"He moaned your fucking name! YOUR FUCKING NAME! NOT MINE!" Yoongi screamed, throwing his hands around, the gun waving in the air, making Jackson flinch. 

"P-please Yoongi...don't do this..." The blonde smirked, taking a seat again and pointing to Jimin. 

"You better start or else you and your siblings are gonna die. Slowly." Jackson felt a tear run down his cheek at the choice he chose. He walked over to the side of the bed, his hand gliding up Jimin's plush thigh. Jimin whined, tears trickling down his face, eyes already swollen from crying so much.