.seesaw. || yoonmin story

.one.

He was standing in the hallway, cold wind from a window at the end of the hall brushing against his pale skin. He wasn't concious but he wasn't sleeping either. He was wearing a plain white shirt and Black jeans. Quiet, small footsteps started to sound through the hallway. He needed to find something. Or someone. And that someone was near. He could feel it. Suddenly, his head turned to the left. An open door. A room. A dim light. There. Someone was there. He entered. His head was low. He never looked up. And then, he found what he was looking for.

A boy about the same height as him, with light pink hair, dressed in a plain white shirt and trousers. Only his back was visible, as he was facing the bookshelves. But, still, it was a sight to admire. The dim light from nearby candles was shining upon him so perfectly, his hair seemed to nearly glow on its own, like an aura. His white clothes caught a warm gold shade, loosely fallen on his body. His body. It looked fragile, yet masculine. Pale and warm. Slim but not skinny. It seemed flawless.

Jimin was looking at an old bookshelf. The books here collected dust over the years, so much so that the names on the cover were almost illegible. With his hand, he reached out and lightly brushed his fingers against the covers. He was so captivated that he didn't notice a dark figure standing right behind him.

Jimin suddenly had a feeling like he's being watched.

He turned around and nearly fell over when he saw Yoongi. Jimin was relieved that it was just Yoongi and not some serial killer.
"Yoongi! You scared me!"
He didn't reply. Weird...
"How long have you been standing the-"Jimin couldn't finish the question as Yoongi suddenly rushed towards him and pinned him against the wall of books. Jimin screamed as the collision was unexpected and his back was hurting from hitting the bookshelves. When he came back to his senses, he realized his hands were pinned above his head by one of Yoongi's arms.
"Yoongi, what are you doing?!" Jimin asked, trying to free his hands, but with no succes. How is Yoongi so srong while being so skinny?! Jimin was sure that he was the stronger one.

For the first time, Jimin looked at the older one's face. And he felt his heart skip. Yoongi's eyes, before covered by his black hair, were piercing right through him. His irises were way smaller than they should be. He had this...look in his eyes. Jimin couldn't describe it. It was as if Yoongi was not actually there, and someone else was looking at Jimin through Yoongi's eyes. A stranger. Jimin didn't know Yoongi like this. He had something in his eyes that Jimin didn't like. At all. Jimin suddenly felt panic rush through him as he realized he's trapped. Yoongi wasn't smiling. He looked kind of zoned out and yet, his full attention was on Jimin. Yoongi's free hand suddenly moved. Slowly, it touched the hem of the other boys jeans, and then, it moved to roam underneath Jimin's shirt. His hands were ice cold. Jimin shivered. He was freaked out, but he quickly realized, that there was no way out. He couldn't move his hands as Yoongi had a grip on him. He couldn't move his legs, because every time he would try to, Yoongi's own legs pushed him back to the wall. It was useless. Yoongi's hand traveled across Jimin's chest freely, and then it reached his neck. Then his face. Jimin's eyes started to water, and a few tears rolled down his face, as he felt a complete sense of dread wash over him.
He knew what was to come next.

"Yoongi..", Jimin whispered, sobbing quietly, "Yoongi...can you hear me? Do you hear my voice?" Jimin tried to break through to him.
"Yoongi. It's Jimin. Do you not recognize me?", Jimin asked desparately as he looked into Yoongi's eyes.
Yoongi's mouth twisted into an unnatural, eerie smile.
Jimin's eyes widened in horror.
Yoongi did recognize Jimin. Panic started to set into his bones as Yoongi became more violent. With his free hand, he grabbed Jimin's shirt and teared it off his body in one quick motion. Shreds of fabric fell to the ground. Yoongi was now staring at Jimin's sculptured body, once again having that dead, unsuspectible look on his face.
For the first time in his life, Jimin was terriffied of him.

Tears rolled down his face in a stream when he felt Yoongi's hand on his face, caressing his cheek posessively. Yoongi tilted his head to the side and looked into Jimin's eyes, but Jimin closed them. He didn't want to look at the man in front of him. He didn't want to know. He just wanted to go numb and not feel anything.

Suddenly Jimin felt hot breath on his neck. His eyes shot open. Yoongi's mouth was hovering over his neck area, breathing in and out, as if he was taking in Jimin's scent. Jimin was creeped out by this and he wanted to say something again, but in a second, Yoongi's lips were already roaming across Jimin's neck.
"Y-Yoongi, please-", Jimin gasped when his captor made a mark on his skin, "Please, don't do this! Please, I will do anything, but I can't do thi-" , his sobbing was silenced by a pair of lips. Jimin's eyes widened in surprise. He was taken aback by the softness of Yoongi's kiss. It almost felt...nice? No, no. It was addicting.

Jimin's train of thoughs was interrupted when he felt the older man's thigh push itself between his legs. Jimin couldn't hold back a moan. Yoongi's kiss deepened and then he attacked Jimin's neck again. The younger one let out a breath.

This was all SO wrong. This shouldn't be happening. Jimin should be screaming for help right now. But he wasn't. Why wasn't he screaming for help? He didn't know. Would anyone hear him? Would Yoongi get into trouble? What if they kicked him out of the band?
Jimin decided that he couldn't tell anyone.

Suddenly he snapped back into the real world because Yoongi had grabbed his hand and dragged him somewhere. They entered a small, dark room, with a lot of candlelighs and two big windows on the side, soft moonlight coming through them. There was also a kingsized bed in the middle of the room, with dark purple silky covers. Jimin panicked at the sight and turned to the older one behind him.
"P-PLEASE YOONGI, DON'T DO THIS. YOU DONT ACTUALLY WANT TO DO IT, I KNOW YOU! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE-" Jimin was begging, nearly falling on his knees.

Yoongi didn't hear him though.
Or maybe, he just didn't listen.

Either way, Jimin found himself laying on the bed, as Yoongi had pushed him harshly. Jimin tried to get up and run away, as far as possible, but every one of his attempts were quickly cut off by Yoongi, who managed to push him back on the bed every time without much effort.

Jimin had finally given up. His cheeks were wet from tears, and he was exhausted from fighting back. He closed his eyes. Then he heard a noise. A metal. He clenched his eyes shut in fear. He knew exactly what that noise was.
A belt.

The bed creaked under the weight of another body. Jimin could sense that Yoongi was now on top of him.

...

Hello guys!
So, this the begginning to our Yoonmin saga. Hope you guys are as excited as I am to experience this journey!
So, seatbelts on, it's about to be a rollercoaster!

See you in the next chapter.✨💕

-kathris