♡JIKOOK ONESHOTS♡💋[ RE-EDITING]

☆PARK BELONGS TO JEON☆ 1:

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Hello people l am baaaaack. And this story is gonna have one hell of a story line...it won't be confusing...and make you think hard cause..l seriously don't have that many braincells .It will be a bit surprising and all over the place so l warn all your asses not to hate on my story once you dont find what you wanted. Its going to be longer :

○Blood (first time writing shit like this)
○Smut(hopefully)
○Angst(l guess)
○Mafia au.

...........Enjoy.♡

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Jimin let the officers push him out of the black van , while his face stayed emotionless. He couldn't bring himself to grasp what had taken place a few days ago and led him here.

As his hands were in cuffs ...ankles chained while he proceeded into the cell the officers were leading to.

"Ji eun ...what ...w-why is my mom and dad in blood." Jimin questioned rushing downstairs as tears rolled down his cheeks harshly.

He crouched down next to his parent's dead bodies. Blood oozing out their chests while Ji eun stood there with a smug grin and a knife in his hand.

Jimin couldnt say anything ...other than crying . Ji eun threw the knife at jimin..then rubbed blood all over the crying and confused...male.

Before rushing upstairs. Soon Jimin heard police sirens and he knew he was fucked. His own bestfriend had killed his parents and threw him under the bus.

The rage actually getting to Jimin now...the anger , slowly tearing him apart. As his eyes showed a indescribable hatred towards his former friend.

Being tortured for something you didnt do was painful as fuck . Being almost drowned to death. Being beaten up for straight five days wasn't a joke.

All he could say was "l didn't do it.." over and over again but who listened. He would cry once they left but kept a poker face when they would come back.One thing he learned was never ever be vulnerable infront of the hunter, it only makes it easier for them to kill you.

Whispering under his breath. "Trust noone..everyone is your enemy. " Something someone had taught him over and over again while Jimin used to train how to fight under his parent's nose.

"I guess he was right...trust noone everyone is your enemy "

The officers pushed him further into the cell before locking it , saying they would bring a bed for him the next day and walking away. He turned around to see eight beds...with men playing cards at one corner , others having conversations and one who was sleeping on his bed.

Well the men stopped what they were doing their attention moving to Jimin. Who just walked to a corner and sat down before bringing his knees to chest and burying his face into them.

"He is so pretty .."

"Looks like a great fuck.."

"Damn did you see his ass "

Disgusting snickers came from the men around the room and finally. Sitting up Jungkook gazed at the so called male but couldn't see his face as it was hidden.

Jungkook felt bad for the smaller looking male...cause the shit that could go down in this cell..is a tale that's better off not told. He scoffed as Hikaru one of the feared men in the whole jail...approached the male.