❝ How much are you willing to pay? ❞
❝ As much as you'd like, babe. ❞
Yoonmin :)
↠Trigger Warning
Abuse
&Self-h*rm
&Male prostitution
&Mentions of r*pe
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At that point, Jimin exhaled slowly and threaded his hand into Yoongi's hair. The feeling of the soft strands allowed him to release any built-up tension, both physically and mentally. His body felt still and unguarded; he felt as though he could sleep peacefully now that he has someone to help him protect himself. And so he gave in to the warm, dark blanket of sleep.
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"Jimin! Jimin!"
"Wake up!"
Jimin felt like his body was being jerked about. His vision of sunset with Yoongi was being distorted.
"Wake up already!"
Jimin finally shot up. Yoongi's hands were on his shoulders; they continued to shake his body even though Jimin's eyes were open.
"W-What is it?" Jimin rubbed the crud out of his eyes.
Only after that did he notice Yoongi's expression.
Wide eyes. Tear tracks. Ragged breathing.
Something was wrong.
Something was very wrong.
"What's going on, my love?"
"It's Kook. The ambulance just took him away."
Jimin felt his blood go cold, "What?"
"No time for questions. We need to get our asses to the hospital."
Jimin scrabbled to put on a sufficient amount of clothes all while Yoongi was standing by the bedroom door, foot bouncing, head down, silent.
