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

The Surrealist Ball

Someone once told Park Jimin that he was the most angelic boy in the world, that nothing was close to how precious his life is, and that Jimin deserves all the happiness and beyond.

But he knows this isn't true. Because as the sun began to set through the wall sized glass windows, an orange glow reflecting off antique furniture, Jimin realised he was never to see happiness again.

That one night where he and Hoseok lay together on that cold, hard, floo; too tired to talk all night, yet cuddled in the other's shivering embrace; that one night is enough for the trapped boy to recall whenever the sound of his weak crying echoes through this room. For when he woke up, Hoseok was gone and Jimin was tied here.

As the blonde haired boy opened his eyes that were swollen from crying, he looked around and set his eyes on the handcuff tying his left wrist to the bed railings.

Last week, Jimin couldn't take it anymore; he tried to kill himself. This room he was currently locked in had every luxury he could desire; fresh linen, four poster bed, chandelier, plasma screen television, magnificent en suit bathroom and a button to ring for the finest food to be sent up by the Jeon chef...yet there were no knives, no ties and no poison.

He found a disposable razor in the bathroom and turned the Jacuzzi taps on so freezing cold water could ensnare his senses. He slid himself in and fumbled with the razor, hesitant to hurt himself but as per his destiny, someone had come inside just then. He quickly slid the razor down his milky wrist as fast as he could, ignoring the burning pain and ignoring the arms dragging him out. Jungkook himself had witnessed Jimin trying to do suicide and so resorted to taking him everywhere for a few days before having him handcuffed here and checking on him four times a day personally.

Sighing, Jimin propped himself up and took a deep breath as his head hit the golden board behind. His wrist was aching and he could just about turn to the side to gaze out of the windows, watching the sun set gloriously.

"Everyone thinks you're so beautiful too, but you have to rise and set at a certain time every day. You're trapped too, aren't you?" He said to no one in particular through chapped lips.

To be perfectly honest, he'd wanted to kill himself because he was evil. Jimin thinks it's his fault that Taehyung; the only boy who treated him like an equal, who loved him like a brother, it's because of him that the chestnut haired boy's innocence was stripped.

"I'm so sorry Taetae," he snivelled. His days consisted of repeating these words like a mantra, although no one would ever hear.

Loneliness was engulfing his soul and he knows he's dying soon. Before Jungkook met Mina, at least he'd give Jimin company and fulfil his sexual desires; but now...Jungkook only ever treats and cares for him like a pet. A few days ago, Jimin was made to give the younger a blowjob, but that's about it. Small kisses peppered here and there, Jimin was the true definition of a china doll - one always kept on the shelf for decoration, yet never properly looked after. Dust settling on its features, lurking behind new toys.

Clamping his jaw and sniffing, Jimin sighed and closed his eyes again for there was nothing else to do. He'd woken up at sunset and wishes he slept through until sunrise. Now he has to wait for Namjoon to watch over him whilst he eats dinner and prepares for bed, for Jungkook has been slacking in paying him visits once he was mildly assured Jimin won't kill himself again.

The door opened but Jimin didn't turn around.

"Jimin, wake up."

It was Namjoon's voice.

"I'm not hungry," he replied distantly, eyelids half open.

Namjoon tutted and shook the younger by the shoulder, "Wake up buddy, I'm getting you out of here."