The Love Triangle // Yoonkook/Yoonmin (Discontinued)

Issues

My breath is uneven. How could he treat me like this. He promised he'd never get drunk again, yet he still did it. And behind my back!

"Are you okay?" Jin asks, squeezing my hand lightly.

"Yes, I'm feeling great... What do you think?" I reply, a bit more rudely than intended.

"He should have taken responsibility for his actions. But then again, you did startle him with your confession." Jin continues.

"He has raped me once... God knows what would have happened if you guys weren't in your room... Fucking Hell. It hurts you know. I-I even tried to make him snap out of it." I stutter as the fear creeps up to me again. "But of course I was dumb enough to forgive him. I told him that it was okay because he couldn't control his actions. He was drunk after all, but when he gets drunk again, and tries to r-rape me again..." I sob as I start to feel the pain I felt the first time he did it. I love him with all my heart, but he has very terrifying sides. Like his drunkenly dominant side.

"Shh, it's okay. You're okay. I'll talk to him when he sobers up." Jin comforts me. His embrace is warm and comfortable, I think I could have lived in his embrace if it wasn't for the fact that I'm talking about a human.

"JIN! I NEED YOUR HELP OVER HERE!" Jimin yells from the other room, startling both me and Jin.

"I'll be right back." Jin says as he breaks the comforting varmth between us to go help Jimin with the problem he has in the room next door.

"Be right back, please!" I say, feeling the fear growing stronger.

"Of course, I promised I wouldn't leave you. So don't worry, he can't hurt you anymore." Jin reassures and storms off, leaving me alone in his and Jimin's room.

It feels so empty. Not because I'm the only one here or anything, it just feels empty. Like there is nothing here. But ever since Jungkook got drunk the first time, everything has felt empty. Is there even anything to look forward to anymore? I feel so dirty, like there's dirt on my body that won't go away. The dirt is where he touched me...

A bloodcurdling scream echoes throughout the empty room in sitting in. Something must've happened in the other room. I don't want Jimin or Jin to get hurt because of me, but I'm too scared of what he's capable of.

"Yoongi! YOONGI!" The voice which I recognize as Jungkook's, screams. "If you don't come here, I'll hurt them!" Why is he like this? Why did he drink when he knew he would become this... This monster that he is now?

"Get out of my way, guys. I'm not scared anymore." I announce as I enter the room. Jin and Jimin are restraining him, Jungkook's facial expression looks pained. I know how strong he is when he's drunk, he could've easily pushed the both of them off. I think he's holding back. It's better for him to hurt me than to hurt two other innocent people.

Jimin and Jin both share a glance before Jin utters, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'll manage him, don't worry. I'm okay again now." I reassure as the two of them get off Jungkook.

"Scream if there is anything." And with that I'm left alone with him once again. I know what I'll do, I have it all figured out. My plan is that I'll just hug him. Maybe he'll accept my hug and won't try anything.

"Kookie." I mutter and kneel beside him, towering him. He looks so confused. "You don't need to say anything. I'll let you choose from here. You can either take advantage of me, which will lead to me hating you forever, or you could go to sleep and forget about all this."  I say as I hug him, not knowing what to expect from him anymore.

Jungkook slowly wraps both of his arms around me and pulls me down so that I'm laying ontop of him. I rest my head on his chest and feel it rise and fall. I think this means that he chose to go to bed.

"Let us get you to bed, yeah?" I ask and stand up, offering my hand to Jungkook. He gladly takes my hand and leans all his weight on me. "Are you feeling okay? Do you want water?" Is what I say as I lay him down.

"No... And yes." He answers, his voice hoarse.

"I'll go get you some painkillers and water, be right back."

"D-don't leave m-me..." he stutters drunkenly, looking at me with big puppy eyes.

"I won't leave you, I'm just gonna take care of you. I'm gonna find water and painkillers. You can literally see me the whole time." I reassure and smile at him. He nods and rests his head on the pillow. He's cute. But if course he's even cuter when he's sober.

"Here you are." I smile and hand him the glass of water and the painkillers. I suddenly start reminiscing about my past. The time I was depressed. Back then I'd do anything to attempt suicide. My first time attempting was the scariest, because, well it was a first. Then we have the time I tried to drown myself in the bathtub, and the other time when I tried overdosing on painkillers. You may say that holding painkillers like this again, triggered me a little.

Soft snores emit from the boy laying ever so peacefully on the bed. I smile and find my phone. I'm reading fanfiction. It's of course a Yoonkook fan fiction. This story is about how Kookie willingly became my 'toy' and it's also quite beautifully written. Even though this story is nothing like real life. I'd most likely be the one to be his 'toy' if anything. Too bad that he only likes me when he's drunk. I take what I can get I guess.

Guess what?! I'm hard. My dick is almost literally poking a hole in my pants. God I'm weak. Should I take advantage of this drunken mess beside me? I need to relieve myself and doing it myself is boring.

"Kookie? Are you still drunk-... I mean awake?" I ask shyly. He nods. Now I'm gonna try something. Hell, I'll never have the courage to try this when he's sober. "Look at me..." I say and he turns around, his eyes slightly cross eyed. I lean in and kiss him. He freezes for a few seconds before finally returning the kiss. It's wet and sloppy, but I don't care. I need him. I want him. I long for him.

He rolls ontop of me and starts kissing down my neck, I moan as he starts suckling and nibbling on my neck. He aucks harder and I moan louder. If Jin and Jimin hears this, he'll be dead. I actually want his rough side to come through right now. He's going to soft for my liking.

"You're making Oppa hard, Kitten." He murmurs as he rips my t-shirt to pieces. Thankfully it was an old t-shirt that I was going to throw away anyways. I moan as his free hand starts to caress my chest. I'm going weak under his touch. I'm under his spell. His hand stops at the waistband of my boxers and goes back up to pin my hands down. God, he knows exactly what buttons to push to turn me on.

"Call me Oppa, Kitten." He moans into my neck.

"Oppa." I mutter, driven by lust. I'm tantalized by the way he calls me kitten. He leaves a lovebite on my neck and starts to kiss down my chest. I don't care that his breath smells like Smirnoff vodka, it's his scent, and he's kind enough to leave his scent on me.

Jungkook starts to suck on my right nipple, the alcohol mixed with saliva that's left in his mouth makes my nipple tingle. I'm longing for him, I need him to cum all over my naughty body. I want to taste his cum. My moan turns more into heavy breathing. When I start to moan a bit too loudly, they'll turn into hot and sensual breathing. I try to free my right hand so that I can touch his hard dick.

"Don't dare, Kitten." The hot breath hitting my skin sent shivers down my spine. Something inside of him clicks and he becomes violent again. The only difference is that now I want him to be violent. He probably won't even remember it tomorrow.

I moan as the fabric of the tie is tightened around my wrists and ankles. He smirks at me and calls me a 'moaning mess' before he pulls my pants and boxers off. He puts my boxer in my mouth to die down the moans of pleasure I'll make later. After he has tied me to the bed, he leaves and sits in the corner on a chair, smirking at me squirming and wiggling.

"Don't t-tease me, Oppa..." I moan as I feel the cool air hit my already erect dick.

"I'll tease you as much as I want, Kitten." He says and takes a sip of the water I prepared for him. I bite my lower lip at the thought of him enjoying the view.