WHEN THEY CRY.

☤nine

(A/N: this chapter contains the mention of blood so please be warned)

jimin was now sitting up trapped inside of jungkook's legs. his back was pressed against a firm chest, one of the strong male's hands tracing invisible shapes on the unharmed wrist he had considered sinking his teeth into and biting until he ended his own life.

at times like this he could almost forget jungkook was a fragment of his imagination. if only his skin could produce body heat like an actual person, this would be nice.

however, in the time he's known jungkook, jimin knew nothing nice stayed in his life for very long. that it only lasted until his suicidal thoughts started to resign. unfortunately now was that time.

the soft caresses on jimin's wrist fell down to his sides, soon traveling up to his thighs. a cold pair of lips pressed against the blond's neck. "relax your body."

jimin fell limp in the beautiful man's arms, letting him do whatever he wanted. throughout his hallucinations, he's found that it goes by a lot faster if he doesn't fight or argue with whatever the brunette wanted to do to him. this way it wouldn't last as long.

jimin's back was pressed against the padded flooring, his knees up and spread apart and arms resting on either side of his head. he could hear jungkook stand up and seemingly click something off on one of the other walls before he started making his way back towards him.

the tall man dropped down to his knees, standing in between jimin's legs. his hands unclasped something from his hospital pajama pants, most likely his identification card since that's all the guards had left him with in here.

jimin flinched as cold fingers slipped underneath his white and blue lined shirt. "what are you doing?"

jungkook chuckled, pushing up the soft fabric so the small boy's thin stomach and chest were exposed. "if you scream i'll press down harder."

the nineteen year old opened up his mouth to question the words, but the feeling of something scraping against his abdomen made him freeze. he couldn't see anything, but he was sure the scratch had left a fairly irritated pink mark. was jungkook drawing on him with his id card?

"ah!" the blond cried out as the sharp side of the card pressed into his skin, much harder than the last time.

jungkook experimentally added even more pressure, eyes lighting up as he watched it make a not too deep slit into jimin's skin. this was the perfect amount of force. "don't get too loud, baby. you'll regret it."

"hmm!" jimin tightly pressed his lips together as the shape of a 'j' was drawn just on the edge of the start of his rib cage. it stung so bad.

the brunette male watched enthralled as red liquid gathered up at the surface of the scratches, yet never dripping out of them. this was beautiful to him. this is what he was made for— literally. jungkook was created to bring jimin the pain he thought he deserved. he was made up to carry out the self hatred jimin felt inside about himself and bring it to life as actual punishments.

he brought the identification card back down to jimin's chest, this time drawling out two more letters next to the other big one. he lavished in the sounds of jimin whimpering in pain and the way he squirmed with every single curve of his drawing. across the small male's skin read the crooked letters 'jjk'.

jungkook stared down at his writing, watching the scratches fill up with blood. the good part about not being real was that he could actually see despite it being pitch black. after all, he was the darkness himself.

jimin started trying to get away, now thinking it was all over for now, but jungkook didn't allow it. his strong arms held down his shoulders, body caging in jimin's but letting the blond's own thighs trap him in from his torso as well. jungkook leaned down, his nose slowly running up jimin's navel and hair lightly tickling the boy's soft skin.

as he felt the sensation of a tongue on his exposed chest jimin let out a squeal, not expecting the action one bit.

"stop flinching." jungkook whispered as he licked another strip up over the letters, dragging the red substance out of the drenches he had created by cutting through the teenager's flesh.

"but it hurts." jimin spoke back, hair covering his tear filled eyes as his right hand clasped a fist full of the material on jungkook's shirt for support.

the cuts themselves stung badly, but the feeling of jungkook's tongue on top of them made them even more painful. it was the same as if someone was shoving their fingers into an opened wound and wiggling them around just for the fun of making the injury worse and deeper.

jungkook placed a hand on top of the large letters lined with crimson, smearing out the redness along the upper body of the boy underneath him as if he were finger painting. though the carved out initials were large —almost talking up all of jimin's front underneath his shirt— they weren't too deep or thick. they weren't going to bleed for very much longer or require any type of stitches. yet, they were most likely going to potentially be there forever when they healed as white scars.

"it's supposed to hurt." his voice made chills run down the young boy's spine. "it's supposed to be a punishment."

"but what did i do to deserve it?" jimin asked, honestly kind of thankful he couldn't see what kind of art the man had created on him.

jungkook laughed, leaning down to capture the small male's lips in his own since he had no way of preventing it thanks to the darkness that hadn't allowed him to notice the taller man leaning down to capture his mouth. "you thought about leaving me, jimin. you know i can't allow that."