Stay With Me ••• MYG x PJM

Forty one

Jimin-
We had the first thaw of late winter. It's only January, and all the snow is gone. I'm not complaining. But I hope it doesn't get too warm to fast, it feels like it was just my birthday a week ago. And now it's going to be Hoseok's birthday in a few weeks.
I haven't seen Yoongi since New Years. I've had so much homework and tests that I can't find the time. Plus Yoongi is finally getting popular with his music. More and more artists want him to compose and help them record songs. I can't help but feel a little jealous. These people get to spend all day with him while I have to study.
Today, Yugeom, Jennie, Junior, and I are going to a party. It's at a bridge that's called party bridge. There's going to be a bunch of people there and it's going to be awesome. Yoongi and I have had multiple talks about how he doesn't like me drinking and smoking weed, but I really like the feeling. It doesn't seem fair that I can't make my own decisions.
I decide to wear a sweater and jeans. It's comfy and warm. Jennie picked me up. We are meeting the boys there. It's on the outskirts of Busan. The only thing we have to worry about is other party people. Jennie thinks there's going to be a lot of fights since it's a mostly college party.
We get out of the car and walk down under the bridge. Yugi and Junior are already eating each other's faces in a lawn chair. There's about thirty more people just drinking, smoking, and dancing. The girls are grinding up on the boys, making the boys feel them up. Jennie hands me a joint, I nurse it as long as I can.
"Well, well, Well. If it isn't the PJ himself," a familiar voice says.
I look away from my point, already a little out of it. "Jaebum! Hi!"
"Gosh, I didn't know you were with the Busan druggies now. Did you move here?" JB asks.
I nod. "I left the harassment behind and now I'm living life!"
He smirks. "What happened to your boyfriend?"
I shrug. "He's working a lot. Don't get to hang out much."
He hums. "Stand up so you can sit on my lap. I need somewhere to sit," he says, a little commanding. "I'll give you a free blunt, and go get you the good beer."
I nod and stand up. He grabs a beer and hands it to me, along with a huge blunt. He sits down and pulls me onto his lap. I share the blunt with Jaebum. Soon the both of us are high and drunk as shit. Jennie has come and checked up on my a few times, but I haven't seen the boys since I got here.
JB starts rubbing circles in my thigh. It makes my hairs stand up. I can't help but think it feels good. It's been so long since I've hand any sexual experience and I can't control my weed hormones. I move a little on his lap to look at him. He smiles and rubs a little higher.
"You like that?" Jaebum asks in a husky voice.
I bite my lip. I don't know, do I? "Y-Yeah," I stammer out. I know what I'm doing is wrong, but my head can't make me stop it.
"What about this?" He move this hand onto my crotch and starts massaging it. I stifle out a small moan. "Yeah, that's it." I feel his bulge growing beneath me. His lips start biting my neck.
"Y-Yoon- Jaebum," I groan. Yoongi. That's who I want.
"Let me go get you another drink," he says. He moves me off his lap to grab a drink. I light up another joint and smoke it. He gives me the cup. I look in it. "What is it?"
"It's fun juice. Just drink, then we can have some fun," he speaks deeply. I'm too afraid so say no, so I drink it. It brings running down my throat. "Doesn't it taste good?" I nod slightly. He pulls me back onto his lap. He sucks on my neck before I start to feel numb.
"JB, what's wrong with my leg?" I ask. "I-I can't m-move." Panic starts rising in me. Why can't I move?
He smirks. "That means the fun juice is working. Now time for fun." He picks me up easily and starts carrying me away from the bridge. I hear a car unlock before I'm being laid in the back seat. Tears are leaking out of my eyes.
"JB, please. I can't move," I cry.
"Shut up, and be a good slut," he spits. He hovers over my waist and pulls his pants down a little. He takes out his dick and starts pumping himself. He moans while doing so, he shove sit in my mouth and thrusts in and out. I try to do something. Push him off, bite down, scream for help. Anything. But I can't. I can't feel anything except dread. Dreading what's next.
He pulls out. "Good boy. Just how I imagined your lips feeling. Now, let's hope your sugar daddy didn't stretch your hole too much."
I starts crying and screaming. "Yoongi?! Yoongi!"
"Shut up," he smacks my cheek. "Shut up or else I'll dump your body in the river." He flips me over, pushing my head into the back seat. He pulls my pants and boxers down together. "Fuck," he moans. He lifts my hips before slamming into my hard. He thrusts in and out. I start to lose my vision before everything goes black. The last thing I hear is Jaebum moaning, and his skin slapping against mine.
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I wake up in Jennie's room. She's next to me passed out. I groans and it up. There's a stinging in my ass, probably from falling or something. I go to the bathroom and wash my hands afterwards. I stare at myself in the mirror. My hairs a mess, I have dark circles under my eyes. I almost fall over when I see dark red hickeys on my neck and collarbone.
I run back to Jennie's room. "Jen, wake up," I say, shaking her. She groans and cussed at me. "What happened last night?" I demand.
She groans. "I don't know. You were having a great time. You disappeared a little bit I found you in my car passed out. I assumed you didn't want to pass out anywhere else and get left behind and went to the car."
"Why do I have hickeys darker than your hair?" I ask.
She looks at me with wide eyes. "Oh shit."
"What do I do? I have no idea who gave them to me! What am I supposed to tell Yoongi?!" I grip my hair.
"Sh, it's okay. You guys are strong. He'll forgive you, it obviously didn't matter since you don't remember," she says.
I nod. "Yeah your right. I better go and call him."
I find all my things and start walking home. I call Yoongi. He doesn't pick up the first try, but he does the second. "Hey baby, you're up early."
"It's twelve. Were you sleeping?" I ask
He hums. "But I'm glad you called. I missed you."
Guilt starts eating me. I still don't know who gave me the hickeys. "I missed you too." I paused "I have to tell you something."
Oh no? Is it bad? Are you okay?"
I feel my eyes tear up. "Yesterday I went to a party with my friends. I got really high and drunk. I know you hate that. I'm sorry. I love you so much."
"What else? You wouldn't be telling me this if there wasn't something else," he growls.
"I don't remember anything, I was too drunk. But I found hickeys all over my neck. I don't know who it was. I promise. I'm so sorry," I start to cry. "I feel like a such a horrible boyfriend. You deserve so much better."
"Jimin, stop throwing yourself a pity party. I know you're sorry. I know you regret it. I can hear it in your voice. But I don't think you realize how painful it is to hear that. What if you did something more than just getting hickeys? You say you don't remember anything. How do I know you didn't fuck someone. I'm so dedicated to you, and you can't even control yourself when you're drunk."
I stop walking. "I know! I'm sorry!" I cry.
"Give me some time to think. I'll call you later."
"I love you." He hangs up. He didn't even say it back. "God, I fucked up so bad."