Perilous||sope

Twenty Seven

Warning: use of sensitive words and slurs. Death <3

Hoseok lay in his bed, surrounded by complete darkness as he curled into a ball, staring at the blanket pressed against him. He couldn't sleep with everything he had learned in the last twenty four hours.

He thought back to his conversation with Yoongi earlier, how he had been told about Jimins sister, Jiyeon. The memory that Hoseok wanted to push deep down inside of him sprouted back up, nagging at his brain until he gave into it.

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"Get the fuck off of me!" Hoseok screamed, tears flowing down his flushed cheeks as he desperately tried to push the large man away, failing trying to do so.

"You're going to learn your fucking lesson, you hear me?" The large man yelled, pinning Hoseok down to stop him from flailing, wrapping a hand around his throat.

"W-what did I do?!" Hoseok coughed, his trembling hands reaching up and attempting to pull the older mans hands off of his throat.

The man laughed, throwing his head back,"You're a faggot. Faggots like you aren't welcome here. How dare you show your face in my house?" He sneered, his dark eyes boring into Hoseoks, which were quickly draining of life.

"Please." He croaked out, scratching the mans hands and arms in a desperate attempt to get free from his grip. The mans mouth twisted in disgust from Hoseoks touch, making him remove a hand from his throat and use it to deliver a harsh slap across Hoseoks red face.

Hoseoks breath caught in his throat, panicking as he couldn't breathe anymore. The mans grip had tightened and he was sitting right on Hoseoks stomach, now allowing him room to breathe. His hair was drenched with sweat and his eyes were slowly beginning to close, his vision blurring. He could feel his heart begin to slow, and his lungs burned for air.

"You're disgusting." The man spat, his chubby fingers squeezing on Hoseoks fragile neck, digging his knee into Hoseoks abdomen, rolling his eyes when Hoseoks body jumped lightly. He watched the younger males eyes slowly begin to roll to the back of his head, wondering if he should continue.

Before he could make that decision, a blow to his ribs was delivered, making his sway slightly and groan in pain. His hands loosened, but stayed put as he thrashed his head around, looking for the culprit. He looked up, seeing a brown haired boy, quite obviously smaller than him.

"You." He growled, attempting to stand up and face Jimin. He shoved Hoseoks body to the side, squaring up with the small boy.

Jimin smirked, tilting his head to the side, "I thought I told you not to touch him."

The mans expression soured as he pushed his hands out and shoved Jimin back, watching as he stumbled with a smirk.

Jimin didn't seem fazed, only staring the man in the eyes as he strode back over to him.

"You know what happens when you touch what's mine?" He smiled, getting close to the older mans face, standing on his toes to reach him.

"I dont give a fuck what happens. He can die for all I care." He sneered, watching as Jimin merely smiled, reaching into one of his many pockets.

"Now, let's make this quick, because you're really not worth my time." He pouted, twirling the handgun around his finger, grinning up at the large man though his hair.

The man stumbled back, head whipping around to find an escape, only to realize there was none.

"Now dont be so pathetic, you had this coming for you babe." Jimin rolled his eyes, turning the gun off safety and pointing it at the man in front of him.