Preserved Purity || Yoonmin

7~ Velvet Curtains

no one pov)

Taehyung's hand was right over the surface of the young ones crotch. Jimin, too busy working on his classwork, doesn't mind it. Yoongi on the other hand, hates it. Yoongi watches as the boy gentaly brushes over the younger's area.

Yoongi's POV)
I fucking swear! Ugh Yoongi you can't make a scene. Who does he think he is. Touching jimin like that? I just hate the thought of anyone touching him besides me. He's mine. Only fucking mine.

Time skip- after school
Jimin walks walk home everyday but today something else happened. He heard people arguing in an ally way and his curiosity got the best of him. He peeked the ally way to see two older men around 2 times his size.
"Give me my fucking money, Mark!" He heard a deep voice say before peaking his head in the ally.

"I don't got your shit!"

"I swear to fucking god. You do this shit all the time and I'm tired of it!" Wow they curse a lot that's like 4 dollars in the 'no no' jar. Jimin thought to himself.

As Jimin was about to leave he heard a loud popping noise. He looked back into the ally to see the buff man with a black metal object in his hand and the other, or so he called him "mark" was on the ground, covered in what looked like ketchup.

"You shouldn't curse too much. You owe God 4 doll-"

"shit." He heard the buff whisper .

"5 dollars."

As the man was about to run off police sirens went off.

The man cursed grabbing Jimin by his wrist. Both running away from the crime scene. Jimin was being forfully dragged and his wrist hurt really bad. The man had a strong grip. Jimin had realized what was happening. He was being kidnapped.

"STRANGER DANGER" he yelled out trying to grab his phone but had dropped it due to the mans harsh grip and fast sprint. Tears filled Jimin's eyes. They finally both approached a black van. The sirens were no longer able to be heard now.

The van's doors swung open and Jimin's petiet body was pulled through. "Jackson, what the fuck is this?" said the man in the drivers seat. He had purple dyed hair held up with a black bandana.

"He saw me kill-" started Jackson but was interrupted by a oranged haired man.

"How could you be so damn careless!"

"Hobi I-"

"I didn't sign up for no kidnapping" added the driver.

"WOULD YOU BOTH SHUT THE FUCK UP!? HE SAW OUR FACES, KNOWS ARE NAMES, AND HEARD OUR VOICES! WHAT THE HELL ELSE WAS I SUPPOSE TO DO?!" yelled Jackson.

Jimin covered his ears. He was scared. His eyes closed shut trying to block out his surroundings. "Look, your scaring the kid." said a calm voice. Jimin still didn't dare open his eyes. It became silent. Only the sound of the the tires rolling on the street could be heard. Suddenly Jimin's head jerked up when he felt a hand meet his thigh.

Jimin's eyes stared hole into back of the chair in front of him. "P-please, l-let me go" Jimin chocked out. Hobi stared into the blonde boy's teary eyes. They glistened as the light bounced off them. "I wish I could but it's not up to me." The man's hand rises more and more up the younger's thigh. Jimin swallowed. He wanted to move the man's hand and shove it where the sun doesn't shine but he knew he would be done for.

"I won't tell anyone-" Jimin started. "Stop with the bullshit. Mabey if you weren't so damn nosey you wouldn't have been in this mess and Hobi, stop playing with him. His pussy ass isn't worth it." Jackson stated cutting him off. The orange haired man sighed rest back in his seat removing his hand. Jimin didn't want to look weak but couldn't help himself. His eyes were red and burned due to him holding back his tears.

Hobi had tightly tied rope around his wrist feeling as it was tight enough to cut through skin. As he tried to wipe the tears from falling down his face the rope rubbed and burned at his skin causing him to hiss.

Roughly 20 minutes later the van came to a stop. His puffy eyes partially open to see a beautiful black clubhouse with burgundy stained velvet curtains. The calm sound of water hitting the ground as it started to drizzle could be heard through the loud conversations of the people.

Dressed in all black attire, the men and women made their way to the clubhouse doors. They wore nice suits, dresses and hair were tucked back behind the decorated mask they wore over their eyes and nose. Why are they wearing those things? Jimin asked himself.
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MY GOSH SINGULARITY AND THE NEW ERA JUST CAME OUT IM PISSING AND SHITNG MY SELF AT THE SAME TIME SKKSJSJDJ😩
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This is my longest chapter so far *867 words that's why it took so long to update oops

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