Web Of Lies

16

Jimin's pov

We were finally done with the choreography and the concerts in three days. We were given the rest of the week off.

Namjoon hyung invited us for a drink, and we all plan on getting wasted, and then having a hangover tomorrow then sleeping the whole day next tomorrow,  the day after we warm up our tired body for the concert.

Yep, that's pretty much our schedule for the weekend. Right now, I've finished getting ready in my tight black skinny jeans, which was hugging my curves, and a black long sleeve shirt with top three buttons undone, topping it with a black lacy choker.

"Looking sexy," hyung says, coming in and hugging me from behind, his hands resting on my waist. As he held my gaze in the mirror, he was checking me out.

I blushed a deep red, which was luckily covered by the makeup. "Thanks," I said, his complement meaning a lot to me cause I hadn't heard a lot of it during the past two years.

Checking myself out again, I noticed that I might have outdid myself, be it my dressing or makeup, I think people will call me a pick me.

The negative thoughts started consuming my mind, and I couldn't help the smile that dropped from my face.

"Jimin, you look perfect the way you are. You don't have to worry about what anyone has to say. You look drop down gorgeous," hyung says, noticing my smile that was gone.

I immediately smiled, hugging him, and he hugged me back, I love him so much, I missed him so much, and I'm glad he is here with me right now.

I felt tears threatening to fall when I recalled the past, but I held it back cause I didn't want it to ruin what I have now.

"Let's go. Everyone is waiting for you," he says." My thoughts went back to the time when they'll always leave me behind when I was late, and I couldn't help but smile.

'I guess I was the one who Jimin today,' I thought, smiling as I let hyung lead me downstairs, where I saw everyone waiting.

They all smiled at me, we boarded two cars to the club. One car had the maknea and Namjoon hyung, while the other car had the other hyungs.

I wanted to be with Yoongi hyung, but Taehyung dragged me to this car, claiming that he wanted to stay with me.

The ride was filled with Taehyung's and my mindless chatter as Kook and Joon just remained silent.

When we reached there, we saw Hobi hyung and Yoongi hyung, who were chatting away while Jin hyung had his phone with him.

Kook and I both rushed towards our partners, hugging them.  They hugged us back and gave us a peck on the forehead and a little smile.

We made our way into the bar, ordering seven shots. "Chears to a successful concert," Namjoon hyung raised his glass, and we all raised ours, clicking them together, "chears," we said.

Moments later, almost everyone was pretty much wasted, I didn't wanna drink much because I wanted to take care of hyung when he's drunk.

"Here Jimin, as an apology," Namjoon hyung gave me a glass bringing his own forward for a cheer, I didn't wanna reject it and regret it later, so I gave him a smile, taking the glass from and clicking it with his before chugging everything down at once.

After some time, I started feeling dizzy, which was unusual because I only had two glasses of alcohol and I'm sure my tolerance was better than that.

I looked up to see Namjoon hyung smirking at me, "What did you do," I growl out, my voice hoarse.

He just smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll make it pleasurable for you," I could already feel the tears rolling down my eyes.

He drugged me, and he's gonna rape me, I can't believe I trusted him. How can he do that to me? What did I do to deserve this? Why is it always me?

I can feel my consciousness slowly slipping out of me as I pass out.

The next day, I woke up on a bed, my body felt heavy, I felt weak, and my head was pounding. I groaned as I tried to sit up, but my lower half felt like snapping into two.

My eyes widened at the possibility of what might have happened, I ripped the blanket off my body to find out that I was only in my underwear.

I felt dread going through my body, Oh God... it can't... he wouldn't. Tears were falling down my eyes like waterfall at the realisation dawned on me.

I was raped
I was raped
I was raped
I was raped
I was raped

Namjoon raped me. How can he do that this was too much? How can he violet me like this. What was my fault that would make me deserve such punishment.

How dare he do this to me, was all the apology just some facade, was it all so they could do this to me.

I can't believe they fooled me, I let them fool me. All this was just another one of their games, and for once, I felt hatred towards them.

My rational mind was trying to tell me to stay calm and think things through, but still... this was too much.

I heard the door knob of the bathroom opening. I didn't even notice someone was there. Namjoon hyung came out with scratch marks and hickey all over his body.

Immediately, our eyes met, and he smirked, "I see that you're awake." He says, and I felt more hatred towards him. He is a monster, I felt like strangling him to death.

At one point in time, I pitied him, but now I want him out of my sight, his mere sight disgusts me.

"How could you do this to me," my voice came out hoarse and weak, much to my dismay, and he just chuckled.

"Because you wanted it, wearing those tight clothes and revealing yourself, not to mention the way you were swaying that sexy ass, you  were just asking to be picked on and fucked."

"You're a monster," I said my voice breaking as I sobbed. "That I am Jimin, and I'm gonna make this quick..." he held on to my jaw tightly before speaking again...

"No one should know about what happened in this room, it should be between you and me, if I happen to hear a single word about what happened yesterday, I'll make sure to make your life a living hell, get it," he says.

His voice was dangerously low, I had totally forgotten the fear I had for them because they had been nice to me for the past months.

The fear overpowered the hatred that was keeping me strong just moments ago. I shakily nod my head, I didn't wanna get beaten after being raped.

"Good boy," he says, patting my head before wearing his clothes and leaving. "You shouldn't worry about the reservations I've already paid for it." He says right before leaving.

That was when I noticed that we were in a hotel room. I cried for hours, letting go of my fears and pain, before finally showering and leaving the hotel.

There, I met a boy who asked me if I needed anything. He seemed to be a room serving staff, but I ignored him and just walked past him. I didn't even have the energy to smile.

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