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3.

"Jimin sweetie, we're leaving now! We'll be back in two days!"

Jimin hurried downstairs after hearing his mom's voice. Skipping a step with every hop to get down faster, he ran to hug the lady in her late thirties.

"Have fun you guys, I'll miss you!" His voice was muffled by her sweater as he buried his head into her chest. Which he was thankful for, since no one could sense the shakiness in his tone.

"You and your brother better behave in our absence and be nice to each other, okay?" His father added, welcoming him into his arms for a warm goodbye hug.

Jimin could only nod to that. Slowly draining out of color the sooner their departure got.

"Sweetie, is everything okay?" Only after his father was out of the door with their luggage, his mom turned to ask him. A worried look in her mesmerizing chocolate eyes.

"Y-Yes! Everything is great, don't worry" Jimin tried to be enthusiastic. He did his best to mask the fear that crept to his heart slowly.

"Okay, take care and call me if anything comes up. I love you, Mini!" She said giving her son one last kiss to the cheeks before walking out and following her husband to the car.

Jimin stood by the front door, waving at them until their car drove off his sight. He walked back in and shakily closed the front door.

'I better hide in my room before he comes-'

"Oh, did our lovely parents leave already?" Jimin tensed upon hearing his brother's voice coming from behind him.

"Too bad I couldn't say goodbye." Jimin's grip on the doorknob tightened as the voice got closer to him. His heart palpitating in his chest and his whole body breaking into cold sweat.

As the steps got louder and more evident behind him, Jimin quickly turned around and faced the elder. Subconsciously pressing himself further against the front door.

His brother stood inches away from him. The familiar devilish smirk contouring his face before he leaned in to whisper into the smaller's ears.

"I would've told them to not worry about their baby boy, he's in safe hands"

A shiver ran down Jimin's spine. The urge to break down crying slowly surfaced as he looked at his elder brother with wide eyes glistening in terror.

Jimin ended up living with a family of three. Two lovely parents and the devil in the form of a brother. His brother, Jihoo, didn't forget to remind him everyday that he was adopted, that his real parents abandoned him. He bullied the younger one and made sure to not let a day pass without making him feel like a worthless human being.

Jimin tried many times since he was a kid to get along with the elder. To befriend him so they could grow up together without any problems. So their parents wouldn't have to choose between them. Jimin didn't want to be abandoned again.

Only when Jimin turned sixteen and his body grew healthily, he started to feel the strange vibes from his brother. Intense eyes that shamelessly scans his body. Inappropriate touches and hands grabbing him in places that no one was supposed to.

"How come you keep getting prettier the older you get? I bet you have a lot of men following you around for your looks, right?" His brother questioned, and with one hand he firmly held Jimin's chin to directly look at him.

"W-What??!" Jimin tried to break free from his hold to no avail.

"What are you doing?!! H-Hyung, stop!!" The smaller whimpered. Trapped between his brother's larger form and the wooden door. His fingernails digging into the older's roaming hands to stop him from touching his body so freely.