ELINOR: BTS SHIPS ONESHOTS Series. [CLOSED]

25- Forced to Love You [Vminkook/Smut/forced/mafia]

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

This chapter contains non-consentual touching and sex, not in the valid details. Therefore, stay cautious.

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The look in his eyes was colder than the metal pressed against his chin. The man slightly grazes the gun down his chin and pressed it against his throat, sending shivers down his spine. The buff man licked his lips, watching the little guy's Adam's apple bob up and down. 

“Go now. It might get you killed if something happens to him” the buff guy whispers huskily. Jimin nods reluctantly, his hands trembling in fear. 

He goes back to the man on the bed. Even though from the back, he could see how the man's skin is getting paler as time pass by. 

“Shit. Shit. Shit” Jimin curses repeatedly as the blood kept overflowing. His panic only adding more trouble to the situation. He was sure, whoever they were, they were not someone to be messed with. It not like everyone carries around a gun these days. 

“Shh…such dirty words doesn't suit you, sweetheart” The man on the bed whispers. His voice sounding octaves deeper as it sounded sleepy. Jimin flinched at his thought.

When did he even hear his normal voice in the first place? And why the fuck is that man still conscious after he gave him anesthesia?!

A amused chuckle resonated from the back, making him gulp.

“S-sir. I might have to give you more anesthesia since it seems to lose it's effect” Jimin stutters reaching for the injection only to stopped by the man on the bed. 

“No need. Let's just get this over with. You've already taken out the bullet. Just patch it up” Jimin timidly nods. 

A chuckle followed from the lad from behind, amused by how Jimin acts. Like a deer caught in light. So cute. 

Jimin started to stitch the wounds, earning a groan from the man on the bed every time he does. But what confused him was the groans didn't sound not only of pain, but rather…pleasured? 

Shaking off his thoughts, Jimin continues his work and let out a relieved sigh when he finally finished it. 

“He'll need some medications for some more days to make the healing faster. I'll prescribe it. I may take my leave now” Jimin bows to the buff man and hurries towards the door. He couldn't push back his instincts. Something was off about these people. The way they act, they way they treat him. They way they call him…sweetheart. It all seemed…weird but also awfully familiar. 

As he reaches for the door knob, he flinch back when a shot was heard. The bullet went right beside the door handle, where his hand was just moments ago. His whole body shivered. 

“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” His body went rigid as he felt the person's breath tickle against his ear. He stood silent, unable to speak as his every limb seemed to go numb.