where you belong

Chapter 9

The first picture was of Jungkook sitting on a sofa, a girl giving him a blowjob while she was taken from behind by another man. His eyes were closed and he looked ready to spill, a hand roughly pulling at the girl’s blonde strands of hair, the tears that were running down her cheeks completely ignored. Jimin felt his stomach twist in knots because the girl looked helpless and she was playing the role of the others’ toy, unable to pull away even if she wanted to, shared as if she wasn’t valuable enough to belong. The second picture was of Jungkook holding a cane next to a guy whose backside looked completely destroyed, swollen and purple from all the bruises – they were in a room filled with people and if most of them had masks, those could not hide the sadistic smiles on their faces.

He shook his head. No, that couldn’t be Jungkook who was always so careful with him, who was always asking him if he was feeling well, who would hold him for hours if that was what he wanted. The features were clearly pictured, there was no doubt when it came to the identity of the man who caused all that pain. The boy was very pretty and he had a thick black collar locked around his neck, his hands tied with rope behind his back. He gulped and moved to the next one. This was one in which Jungkook was sitting on someone’s lap, their dick buried deep inside him while his entire body was tied and a ball gag was holding his mouth opened, drool sliding down his chin. His eyes were almost rolled back and there was a lot of semen on his abdomen which meant this was not going to be his first orgasm and once again, they were not alone in the room. He was wrecked in front of a crowd – he was shamelessly letting himself being fucked in front of a lot of perverts while Jimin could barely handle being taken whatsoever.

The last picture was dated, unlike the others. He recognized the room because it was the same as in the previous pictures but this time Jungkook was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of what seemed to be wine and laughing with a woman he never saw before. It was dated last week and panic began to rise when he realised that it might be true. He got his phone out and searched through his pics, knowing they had pictures from most days, selfies or not – and he found it, it was the same outfit. That really happened that day, Jungkook has been to a sex club the same day they’ve seen each other and he didn’t say anything about it. He turned the photo and found out there was something written on the back of it: Can you handle it?

Could he? He had no idea. He knew well enough about BDSM, he knew there were people who enjoyed extreme sadomasochism but he never told him about it, he made sure it was well hidden and made him think that he was what he needed only so he could go to sex clubs without telling him. God knows what he was doing there. Disappointment tasted bitter and he decided to meet with him and talk about it, somewhere in private where he could show him the pictures.

All day long he’s been thinking about those pictures and nothing else, he felt lied to and betrayed. Hurt – he took many anxiety pills so he would not have a panic attack in the middle of a class and by the time he was picked up by Jungkook he was pale, confused and feeling like there was no way out of it. The image was disturbing so the older looked at him confused and rested a hand of his thigh.

“Hey, baby.” He murmured and leaned closer but there was no kiss this time. “What happened?” Jimin gulped.

“Please drive to your place.” He couldn’t risk and let those pictures be seen by anyone else, even if he was feeling like that, he didn’t want to endanger the other’s status and social life. The ride has been tensioned and after he realised he couldn’t get anything out of the younger, Jungkook gave up on the idea of a conversation. It was not that Jimin didn’t want to talk, it was that his feelings were seriously combating his thoughts and he didn’t want to make a fool of himself and give in to the first mentioned.

Inside the apartment, the host offered to prepare something to eat or order something but food was the last thing on the younger’s mind. They sat at the kitchen table, facing each other and that’s when the pink-haired boy looked through his backpack and put the envelope on the table. Jungkook searched for his face before he took the envelope and took the pictures out, his eyes widening at the sight. He knew those first pictures, he wasn’t shocked by them but the last one hasn’t been taken with his consent and as soon as his eyes fell on it he looked at Jimin who was playing with one of the sleeves of his striped shirt. He had no idea what to say, he told him  that he was a dom before he started the Dd/lg chapter but he never intended to present that part of his past so violently. There was no wonder the boy was acting like this.