Save Me (JiKook)

One

"Jimin, it's gonna burn, you idiot."

Jimin flinched at his boyfriend's tone, his shoulders tensing. "Sorry, Joey."

The taller male let out a disappointed breath. "I swear, sometimes you act like a child."

Jimin reached up and dragged his newly dyed pink hair down in front of his eyes.

"Jimin," the older wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist and tucked his ass against his groin.

Jimin wiggled slightly, still sore from the belt lashings he received a couple days ago. Joey said it was just sex, then Jimin realized it was another lie so he could hit him again.

"Pay attention, Jimin," Joey rasped in his ear, his hand coming up to hold the smaller's jaw. He had his hand in Jimin's pants, trying to get him hard.

"I'm still sore." Jimin whispered.

"What?" Joey turned his head towards him, "What did you say?!"

"I-I said I'm s-still sore." Jimin sobbed. He was tired of being yelled at, but what could he do, Joey was Joey.

Jungkook sighed as he watched the short male jump up, only to wince time after time.

The guy was trying to get a book and it seemed like he had a bad ankle or something.

Jungkook looked around him at his friends, then stood up. They all looked up from their books and watched him walk over to the pink-haired boy.

"Excuse me, um-" Jungkook reached out and tapped his shoulder.

The boy jumped away from him, spilling his notebooks all over the floor.

"Sorry," Jungkook lightly laughed, bending down to pick up the papers and notebooks.

The boy slowly got down on his knees and started gathering things as well.

Jungkook glanced up and saw the pain on his face. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, thank you."

Jungkook nodded and handed the papers over once they stood. He pointed to the bookshelf. "Which one do you need?"

The boy's eyes widened, then he suddenly pulled his hair down to cover them. "Uh...Um the...the dark green one. Mozart's biography."

Jungkook looked up to the top shelf and scanned the books, finding the right one before he grabbed it. "Here ya' go."

"Thank you," the boy whispered.

"No worries," Jungkook slightly frowned as the boy huddled the book against his chest then hid his face.

"Goodbye." The boy whispered, speed-walking passed Jungkook.

The taller male watched him round the corner of the shelves then looked to his friends. They all shrugged. There was something he didn't like about that boy, but...it wasn't something...that was him. He paused. That makes no sense.

"What took you so long?" Joey asked, popping another cashew into his mouth. "You said you'd only be gone an hour."

"High shelf." Jimin mumbled, setting all his work on the dining table.

"Oh, babe, Minhyuk said he'd be over later."

"Okay. I'll be in the bedroom when he gets here."

"Jimin, he did that one time. He was drunk, get over it. Not every guy wants to get in your pants. You aren't that good-looking."

Jimin dropped his pencil and held his head in his hands. He bit his lip, but it didn't stop the sobs from breaking out.

Joey sighed and stood up from the sofa. He walked around to the dining table and sat down. "Stop. You aren't a child, stop crying."

Jimin bit his lip and put his hands over his mouth and nose, holding his breath. Every few seconds a sob echoed through the room, but Jimin was used to this. He was good at forcing the emotions down. He was good at feeling nothing.

"There, see." Joey lifted his head and wiped a tear off his chin. "Nothing to cry about."

"H-Have you ea-eaten yet?" Jimin asked, swallowing around the lump in his throat.

"No." He let out another sigh, "You've got work to do. I'll run to the deli. Don't slack off while I'm gone."

Jimin sat still until his boyfriend was gone and he didn't open his eyes until he heard their car speed out of the parking lot.

Then he broke. He let out everything that had been building for the last month.

"Why?" He cried out, pushing his bangs back, "Why are you so pathetic, Park Jimin?! You're so stupid!"

Jimin was sat on his and Jeoy's bed, curled up and glaring at the bathroom door.

Minhyuk had gone in there a minute ago.

Jimin swallowed when the lock clicked and then Minhyuk stepped out, smirking at him.

"So, Joey's got you shaving now, huh? Where at?"

Jimin dropped his head, looking at the bedsheets. He hadn't been able to wash them this week and they had his own blood on them.

"Hey, I asked you something, Dolly."

"It's none of your business!" Jimin shouted, his eyes shooting up to glare at the taller man.

Minhyuk's tongue poked into his cheek and he crossed his arms, "Joey!"

A few seconds later Joey came in from the living room and Jimin started sniffling. This might be the final straw, who knows? He wishes.

"What?" Joey sounded annoyed, even though Minhyuk was his right hand man.

"Your hoe's disrespecting me again. I'm leaving."

Jimin thanked God when he left. At least he wouldn't be joining in on the punishment.

Joey sighed and looked at Jimin while he listened to Minhyuk gather his things and leave. "Do you know how embarrassing that is?"

Jimin sniffled.

"Jimin, don't be like this," he sighed, moving over to sit next to the smaller male. "Apologize and we'll forget it this time."

Jimin bit his lip for a few seconds. "Do you love me, Joey?" He whispered.

The taller rolled his eyes. "Jimin, you know I do. But, I can't have you messing up my reputa-"

"He raped me." Jimin said, his voice cracking. "And you still bring him here. Why can't I feel comfortable here?"

A minute passed. Joey slowly got angrier, "So this place isn't enough anymore? I'm not doing good enough for you? Is that it?"

"No," Jimin let out a sob. "I hate him! I hate Minhyuk! You must hate me, too. Because if you loved me you'd make him stay away."

Joey suddenly stood up and paced a few steps. He stopped then faced Jimin. He slapped him, back-handed him. Forcing his knuckles against the already bruised skin.

Jimin just let his head turn. And he prayed God would let Joey kill him. Knock my brain loose. Please.

"He was drunk, Jimin. You know that." Joey groaned then slammed his fist on the nightstand. "Take off your pants."

And Jimin did, in hopes that the belt would break the skin and let him bleed out.