Sempiternal: • Savages • || BOOK 6#

19. Denial

"Jimin, don't be so sad."

Jimin hides his face in the plush doll. He doesn't feel like eating, he doesn't feel like moving either. No matter how much he hears everyone asking him not to be sad, why are they all here? In his room. Jungkook is nowhere to be found. He pokes his head out of hiding.

"Where's Kookie?" Jin and Namjoon look at each other before giving a small snort between their teeth, not knowing how to explain. Hoseok sits on the bed, stroking his hair in a loving, soft way.

"Kookie's not going to be able to come now," he says in a grief-stricken, pessimistic tone. More tears begin to form in Jimin's eyes, they slide down to the huge, pristine plush doll. Just like the huge, neat room he's in, "But... it will come, eventually" He smiles tensely, knowing it's a lie. "Just wait a little while, okay?"

You don't have to be afraid for him.

He doesn't matter.

You know you're happy here. Without him.

Just not who really loves you.

If he loved you, he wouldn't have left.

He gives a broken sob and holds a hand to his head, wanting that voice in his mind to shut up. For his body to stop reacting in an absurd and unpleasant way. With wetness between his legs and mindless excitement.

"He's not coming back. You know that." Jimin directs his gaze to the door, where Leeseung is leaning. The soldier looks at him with pity and even sympathy for his pain.

"I want him to come."

"He won't." announces Leeseung and Jimin shakes his head, hiding again in the plush doll.

The room he is in fades away like smoke, as if the shadows are consuming him and Jimin feels himself being caressed. That his body begins to be moved, that he is being undressed, that multiple hands are touching and manipulating him as always.

"Ju... Jungkook...help me. Help me." he asks hugging the plush doll, just like a little child crying and crying for his mother without getting the slightest relief and affection from his mother.

Hajun notices Jimin spluttering, his face compunctioning and tears welling up in his little eyes. She makes him spread his legs and holds him by the thighs, sniffs his abdomen, his manhood and takes him into his mouth, starting to suck him. She saw it many times, remembers the noises it caused, the smell Jimin gave off when they did this to him.

When they caressed him, held him. He must make it feel just as good. Cause that same stench.

Jimin brings his hands to Hajun's head, opening his mouth and eyes in surprise at the good feeling in his lower body. Hajun sucks, moves his head back and forth, his eyes fixed on Jimin, on the expressions he makes, the moans he produces and how his thighs close tighter around his head.

His smell is... so good.... He loves his scent.

"N-no... nono- Jung-"

He moans outrageously and as he looks down, who he sees is Jungkook who smiles at him wrinkling his nose.

You are happy.

You are very happy.

He gasps and grabs his face, caressing his features that are so memorized in his fingertips. Jungkook closes his eyes, his long black hair falling over Jimin's arms. "You're happy.