^Picture of Jimin above (*☻-☻*)
"Come here little one," the sinister voice called sweetly. Jimin whimpered in fear and crawled deeper into the dimly lit room where he was currently being held captive.
The awful stench of blood was faintly hovering in the stuffy air and it was making the small, black-haired boy want to throw up.
Jimin didn't remember much of how he got to be in this predicament, but he knew why. His father, the leader of one of the fiercest gangs in Korea, had been ashamed that his son (not to mention his heir) was such a weakling. And not only a weakling, but he was also gay. That meant that in his father's eyes, Jimin was nothing less that an embarrassment and a disgrace to the gang and his family name.
And while that was already an unfavorable position for Jimin to be in, something worse then happened. He fell in love. With a boy. From their biggest rival gang.
And when his father found out...well. His father was beyond furious; he......he contained nothing but hatred for his now "disgusting and disloyal" excuse for a child. The man tried his best to make Jimin's life a literal living hell, and he did a damn good job of it. The feared gang leader had his son beaten, humiliated, and even left to defend himself in extremely dangerous fights between gangs. But, then again, that was the exact way he met him. The forbidden love of his life. Kim Taehyung.
*FLASHBACK*
"JIMIN GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND HELP ME!" Jimin's partner Yoongi was currently holding off a part of the Kim Gang, one of the Parks' most feared rivals. The raven haired boy gave a pathetic 'ok' before stumbling over to his blonde comrade, gun in hand. Yoongi was busy firing at the small group of thugs while Jimin started to load his tiny pistol. His hands shook as he cocked the gun and raised it in front of him as defense, before sprinting into a small grouping of trees that was near the rural area that the fight was taking place in.
"Ok Jimin, deep breath. Deeeep breath," he murmured to himself softly. His eyes darted around until they landed on a figure just ahead of him; a black bandana tied around his dark brown hair. The nervous boy took aim, gulped in a breath, and BAM! Jimin fell to the ground with a strangled cry; blood pooling out of the wound in his left shoulder. His gun had long fallen out of his hand, never have even being fired. 'WHO---WHA..........hoWAHHHHH!' His mind was racing with unanswered questions and his eyes were ready to pop out of their sockets from the sheer pain, until he felt a kick to his stomach. Pain ripped through his abdomen as a man gripped his hair roughly and started to yank him off of the ground all while yelling something into the distance.
'Oh shit!!! This guy must be from the Kim gang!' he thought to himself in terror. 'WHAT AM I GOING TO DO I'M GOING TO DIE OH GOD THIS ISN'T HOW I WANTED TO GO I'M TOO YOUNG PLEASE GOD OH MY-'. His thoughts were cut off as his hair was released and he fell to the ground with a painful thud. "I'll take this one Namjoon," a deep voice boomed out, revealing the boy that Jimin was going to shoot moments before. The bleeding gang member on the ground looked up through tear-stained eyes, as the man who had kicked him previously, 'Namjoon', nodded gruffly and ran off.
He whimpered as the tall "soldier" knelt down next to his face and gently pulled him into a sitting position. "Are you alright?" he asked, giving Jimin a clear view of his face. And damnnnnnnn was he pretty. He had big, doe-looking brown eyes and beautiful tan skin. His hair was a rich chocolate color and his lips were tinted cherry red. Jimin forgot how to breath for a second; and not just because he was passing out from blood loss. The boy in front of him was breathtaking. There was simply no other word to describe him.
