He didn't know anything about cars. What the buckle-thing was. What the seat adjuster was. What anything in a car was, he didn't know. The least time he was in a car he was ten and was being sold off to become a whore, for one million bucks, that his mother and father probably spent in less then a years time. "S-Sorry.." The boy mumbled as the man buckled him in and looked back to his fumbling hands. "Thank you..N-Namjoon..." Jungkook whispered and turn to glance at the man. "Don't mention it kid.." He chuckled and ruffled the teens hair. "You wanna go clothes shopping first or for something to eat?" Namjoon questioned the other. There was no telling the last time that he ate so he was probably pretty hungry, beside if he just ate it was probably just a little or the food was disgusting.
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"Yoongi...let me go!" The orange haired boy braked squirming against his restraints. "Jimin thats not my name baby..." "Yoongi! dammit let me go this has gone on for long enough...I'm hungry and I gotta piss...let me go."
The mint haired male smiled and leaned over the edge of the bed his lips dangerously close to that of the huffing boy. "But you said you wanted to play..." Jimin felt his cheeks flush and he tired regaining his angered expression only to god awfully fail. He wouldn't say it, but he was tired of being humiliated by this man. Anywhere and everywhere. When Yoongi felt like messing with Jimin he did. He remembered just two months ago when Yoongi first got him out of that hell house Yoongi had taken him out to eat. At a nice restaurant at that. They were sitting at the table when it all began. Yoongi had felt the need to sit on the same side with Jimin and box him in the corner. With that Jimin already knew something was up, but he didn't question it. Yoongi had been nice enough to get him out of the horrid place so he had no room to complain.
Jimin POV: [Sorry if it's shit I really hate using first person POV's I just thought it would fit better for this short flashback.]
' He sat uncomfortably close to me. Not that I was complaining, I knew I had no room to, but did he have to sit this close? Though it was an uncomfortable closeness somehow comfort weaseled it's way into my heart and I leaned a little closer. Sadly this only seemed to provoke the mint haired man.
The long cold fingers slid against my thigh and I wriggled in attempt to stop him, but Yoongi wasn't buying it. "Y-Yoongi.. stop please. Not here.." My attempt at stopping this domineering man was truly pitiful, but what could I say...I worked at a whore house and called this man Daddy. Pulling at my lip as the hand only continued to travel my body, I continued to squirm did he really have to now, at this place!
"Y-Yoongi.." My breath left hesitantly and I tried to push his hand from what it was cupping, only to have him growl at me, "That's not my name baby." His voice was almost agitated, yet held this sense to longing. 'Oh man not here! They will get us for indecent exposer...' "Not here please...Y-Yoongi..it's embarrassing."
Just know that he took me home with a wet spot in my jeans that night.'
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"Yoongi, I said I wanted to play, three hours ago and we've had sex four times since then...I'm tried and I wanna sleep, and I'm hungry, and I gotta pee...now let me go!" Jimin tried fighting back only to have gasp of pleasure interrupt his wording. Yoongi was only paying attention to getting Jimin flustered again, and it was working. Causing the pride in Yoongi to bloom like a flower. He had Jimin tied to the bed post where the boy couldn't use his hands. Jimin had been okay for the first hour and a half but then he started to bicker. Which one couldn't blame him Yoongi really hadn't been using Jimin for anything other then sex since he got him two months ago. When the restraints finally came off Jimin huffed and jerk away from Yoongi.
