Brat

Chapter Two

      Jimin didn't understand everyone's fascination with the mall. The loud noises and overly crowded stores made him want to shrink and hide in the cracks of the floor.

He also didn't understand why Roman always forced him to come here and try on clothes.

"Can you turn around? I want to make sure they fit okay."

The boy did as he was told, pulling his top up a bit so Roman can look at his shorts.

"Do they look good?" he asked, oblivious to the eyes staring at his ass.

Jimin wasn't sure why he needed more shorts. He had plenty at home, but he didn't say anything. Roman might take it the wrong way and think he's being ungrateful for everything he does.

"Yes, definitely," he said, casually grabbing his boyfriends ass and squeezing.

A squeal slipped out of the blonde boys lips. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"Shh."

Roman pushed the fabric of the shorts down, biting his lip. He was excited. Way too excited.

Jimin bit his nail in hopes he'd stay silent. They were inside of a changing room so if anybody passed by they would hear every noise the two made.

His body shivered as sloppy kisses were placed up his neck. Large hands grapped his hips and pulled him back.

He prayed that nothing would happen. That Roman would get bored and want to leave. That somebody would knock on the door and demand that they go.

But that didn't happen. Roman used him for his own pleasure. When he finished, he stepped out of the dressing room.

"Thanks, doll. Get cleaned up, we're going home."

Once they arrived home, Jimin decided to put his clothes away while Roman worked in his office. Roman worked at a small bank which is why he's rarely ever home.

The boy didn't mind though. He enjoyed when Roman was gone. It gave him the freedom to do as he pleased.

Kit was brought out of his thoughts when he heard his phone buzz. He quickly picked it up and read the text.

Yoongi
Did I make you uncomfortable when you came over the other day? You haven't been talking to me and I was worried that I creeped you out.

The blonde debated if he should reply or not.

As long as he didn't act too suspicious Roman wouldn't go through his phone right? So, with a random burst or braveness, the boy messaged him back.

Jimin
no, i actually had a lot of fun!
i've just been a bit busy, i'm sorry.

The older man messaged back within seconds.

Yoongi
I understand. Maybe when you're less occupied we could hang out sometime?

Jimin sat on the floor and reread the message. Did he mean a date? He was already in a relationship, and there's no way he could cheat on him.

The boy yelped as his phone started to ring. Yoongi was calling him. He quickly pressed accept and held the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" Jimin whispered.

"Hey, sorry. I'm not a fan of texting and you were taking a while to reply."

Jimin stood up and walked over to the bed, a bit nervous at hearing his voice.

"So do you want to hang out? Maybe we could go out to eat or watch a movie? It's up to you really."

A smile started to pull on the youngers face. "Are you trying to ask me on a date mister?"

Yoongi chuckled at the name, shaking his head a bit. "Maybe I am. Would you be willingly to go on one with me?"

Jimin almost said yes. He was so close to saying how he really, really wanted to. But he couldn't. He had a boyfriend so why did he want to go with Yoongi?

"I- I can't. I have a boyfriend, I'm sorry."

The brunette was a bit disappointed. He wanted to see Jimin. He made him happy and he liked seeing him blush.

"Oh, I see. Um.. Maybe we can just hang out as friends?"

"Yeah tha-" Jimin was cut off as the bedroom door slammed shut and he knew he was fucked.

"Who are you talking to?" Roman asked right when Yoongi asked what that loud noise was.

"Um- I- I have to go bye!" Jimin hung up as quick as he could and shoved the phone under him.

Roman's voice got louder as his anger grew. "Is it that one boy? Hm? The one I told you to fucking not speak to?"

The small boy's lip quivered as tears weld up in his eyes.

"I know it was him. I overheard your conversation and just.. fuck Jimin! Can't you listen? Are you stupid or just slow?"

Jimin wanted to defend himself, to say he just wanted a friend. But Roman wouldn't understand.

He never did.

Roman stalked over to his boyfriend, harshly pulling his head back by his hair.

"I should just break your arm yeah? Maybe then you'll realize I'm right and you'll listen to me."

Jimin started to freak out as Roman left the room. He had to hide or run. Their bedroom was in the basement so he couldn't go through a window. The bed wasn't high enough to hide under so he ran to the closet.

He shut the closet doors and squashed himself in the farthest corner. Tears streamed down his face when he heard the footsteps come closer.

The boy prayed his boyfriend wouldn't find him. That maybe, just maybe, God would give him this one thing and let him escape unscathed.

But he wasn't that lucky. He never was.

The events that soon followed happened way too quick.

The door of the bedroom busted open as Roman walked in, baseball bat in hand.

He scanned the room looking for the ignorant boy. His eyes stopped on the closet as he heard sniffling. Roman threw the doors open.

Jimin screamed as loud as he could, thrashing around trying to kick him away. It sadly just helped Roman.

The insane man grapped him by the leg and yanked him at of the closet.

"This is your punishment for not fucking listening."

In his mind, Jimin deserved this. He did everything for him and all he expected was respect in return.

Jimin's thrasing stopped as a foot was placed on his chest, crushing him against the floor while another hand grabbed his leg and pulled it straight.

"Just stay still and take it okay?"

Roman pulled the baseball bat back and let it swing forward.

All that could be heard in that moment was a sickening crack!