<HORNS>|| BTS x Jungkook ~Mafia AU~

I'm so sorry

"It's okay; prepare yourself all you want to. But I'm waiting Taehyung. We don't have all day."

Muffled sobs resonated through the chamber, even Hoseok was groaning in pain. But it wasn't just the physical pain which was hurting him; Hoseok was all the more devastated that he couldn't protect the one person he swore on his life to.

He wanted to take all punishment on Jimin's behalf, because after he was left to rot in the torture chamber alone, he'd looked up only to see a fuming Jungkook dragging a small Jimin by his hair. Jimin was shrieking and begging for mercy, but Jungkook tied him up like a pig, tore his shirt off and began whipping him. The heavy ropes had split fresh skin before the younger pulled the latex back up and cut the same area repeatedly, bawling wails of pain so loud that those in the torture cells outside where glad they were somewhat safer.

He demanded to know who'd sent Jimin to school, and if Jimin only knew Woobin wasn't going to hurt him anymore, if he knew Woobin was dead, he'd have told Jungkook in an instant.

But each time the sharpened iron ropes slashed his smooth back, the ogling eyes of the skinned alive man were watching him wither. They were warning him that his fate would be the same if he snitches.

Hoseok had shouted out, he'd cursed Jungkook in attempts to divert his anger, but the shackles were pulling at his joints and it had only made things worse. Once the raven haired boy was finished with whipping Jimin, when he was panting for breath, he wiped his mouth and began abusing Hoseok with electrodes on his testicles.

But then came Jimin's punishment for shooting Jungkook in the arm.

The sick boy stuck a loaded gun up Jimin's rear and skilfully fucked him, taking care to unclick the safety whilst the gun brushed at Jimin's prostate. Any sudden intrusion, any mistake, any sneeze could've triggered the bullet and it would've pulverised Jimin completely. It didn't even hurt as much as Jimin was petrified, this abuse was extremely psychological and each time Jimin sees a gun being pulled out of a pocket, he contracts in fear.

The tortured boy associates pleasure with fear now.

Taehyung's bottom lip trembled as he bit down hard, desperately trying to ignore the rapid flapping of butterfly wings deep in the pits of his gut, leaving lingering bile in its wake.

"How can I - Ji-Jimin...he's-"

Taehyung was cut off by a soaring pain to his cheek. Jungkook had backhanded him, a ring cutting the previous cut that had only just healed.

"You just don't get it, do you Kim? This isn't school where everything is a joke. This is real life. You are living right now because of me. I can easily turn the tables and have you raped instead, would you like that?" Jungkook murmured menacingly as the chestnut haired boy contemplated this for a split second.

If it meant Jimin wouldn't have to be subjected to further abuse, then he would happily take his place. But of course it's never that simple.

Laughing, "You're actually thinking about taking his place? And here I was thinking you were interested in Mina."

That name, her name, his hope.

Inhaling deep breaths of blood filled air; Taehyung rapidly blinked his huge hooded eyes and tried to unblock his throat.

"If - if I get him to c-confess who sent him to school...will I have to d-do it?" he choked as the Jeon heir pondered over the idea, giving Taehyung a slither of expectation.

But he shook his head, soft locks bouncing.

"No. You see, Jimin is precious to me and no one is allowed to touch him but I. You...you are his friend right? Don't friends do everything together?"