蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [31]

a/n; ahahaha this has mature stuff and mentions of...um...rape so haha, thought i should warn you guys

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Yoongi's head shot up as he heard footsteps outside his ‘cell’. It wasn't an actual cell, just a barred room, but it sure as hell felt like one.

He got prepared to fight the idiots again, and as soon as the door swung open he managed to punch one of them, before the three others held him down.

He smirked, seeing who was coming behind the burly goons.

“Hi Baron.” he scoffed. “Bet you must be feeling pretty confident being Avon's main bitch.”

The man glared at him and his fingers twitched as if to want to beat some sense into the ravenette. He, however, only grunted, “You wouldn't be so cocky after what you're gonna see.”

“See what? Your dick? Because I'm certain I've seen bigger—”

He did get punched now, head lolling to the side as a groan escaped him.

“Bring him along.” the man ordered the others, who did as he asked. So Yoongi was shoved forward, feeling two pistols against the back of his head as he was dragged across the halls. His mind was whirring as to how he was going to get rid of these bastards, find Jimin and get the hell out of there, when they entered another, larger room, and he was shoved forward onto the floor.

He winced as his bruises throbbed, but gingerly got to his feet, gaze directed in front of him at the man in the overlarge green coat.

“Hi Yoongi.” Avon grinned.

“Fuck you, where is he?”

Avon laughed now, throwing his head back. “Still the same, aren't you?” he wiped a fake tear of mirth from his cheek.“No matter, soon you'll be begging for mercy.”

Yoongi sighed. “How's that cut holding up?” he asked, indicating the recently bandaged mark across the latter's neck.

Avon glared at him, and turned up his collar, hiding the injury from view.

“Now, getting to the point,” he continued. “You need to agree to work for me again, or you'll regret it.”

“Over my dead body.”

“I'm not joking here.”

“Me neither. Where. Is. Jimin.”

Avon stared at him for a second or two, before shrugging. “Well, if you really do insist on seeing him...”

He snapped his fingers and a bulb ignited behind him, throwing the rest of the room into light.

And what Yoongi saw made his vision go white.

It was a single wooden chair, set in the center of the room, the pale bulb set directly over it. On that chair was a person, gagged and bound, his head hanging down, the pink hair casting his eyes into shade. Red marks dotted his neck, arms and chest, of which quite a lot was visible, since the shirt seemed to have been torn away. His feet were bare, toes curled in pain, or discomfort. He was trembling, and Yoongi could hear his quiet sobs echo throughout the room.

“J-Jimin.”

He slowly lifted his head at Yoongi's voice, and Yoongi could see in his eyes as to how much pain he was in.

“Isn't he beautiful?” Avon purred, patting Jimin's head like some sort of animal. And that's what set Yoongi off his stupor.

He lunged at the man, before two pairs of arms held him back. “Fuck you, I'll fucking kill you, you bastard!”

Avon laughed again and leaned down to kiss Jimin's neck, licking along it in the process. Jimin shrank away and gave off a particularly loud sob.

“Don't touch him!” Yoongi felt his own eyes tear up at the sight. “Please, just don't hurt him anymore.”

“But, I didn't.” Avon smirked. “He enjoyed himself, didn't you little Jiminie?”

In response, Jimin raised his gaze again and set it upon Yoongi's. “Y-yoongi, please help.” he whimpered.

But he couldn't. He couldn't do anything as he watched Avon grasp Jimin's chin and press a sloppy kiss down on his already swollen lips.

“Alright stop!” Yoongi literally screamed. “I'll work for you, I'll do anything, just let him go.”

Avon sneered. “Told you you would beg. But sadly, it's too late.”

Yoongi's eyes widened.

“I've changed my mind. I'm going to keep him, and kill you. Simple~”

“N-no, please...” Jimin whimpered now. “Don't kill him, you can keep me, I don't care—”

“Jimin, shut the fuck up!” The proposal struck Yoongi as a heavy blow to the stomach.

But the pinkette kept speaking. “Please, Avon, he's done nothing to you, it's me who caused all this mess in the first place.”

“Park Jimin, stop talking—”

“You can keep f-fucking me, I don't care, just don't kill him, let him go, please please—”

Avon continued smirking throughout the whole ordeal. Finally, he crouched down in front of the boy who stopped babbling nonsense.

“And what makes you think I'll listen to any of you?” he sneered in delight. “I can do whatever I want to because there is no one who can stop me—”

But the rest of his sentence faded away as a loud voice reverberated around all of them.

“This is the police, you are permitted to exit the building at once and answer to your crimes.”

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a/n; yaay!

i tried to make this chapter emotional like it is in movies. was it emotional enough?