BAD BOYZ! [j.jk & p.jm] COMPLETED

Chapter Three

This chapter has a trigger warning for the short parts in italics.

Jimin lied in his bed again, body shaking and trembling from cold and fear while he felt Jungkook's, the guard's, semen pool out of him.

"Why does he do this?"

The raven pounded into the smaller male who was pushed against the wall, wrists tied together with duct tape and forced above his head. A piece of fabric was muffling his shouts so Jimin gritted the unidentified clothing between his teeth.

Jimin massaged his jaw and clenched his hand into a fist. Tears had stopped flowing hours ago.

A stinging pain shot through his shoulder.

Jimin traced his fingertips on the bite mark on his skin, pressing on the imprint of the guard's teeth lightly.

He was forced to his knees on the cold hard floor while being fucked ruthlessly.

Jimin's knees were hurting and covered in bruises.

The taller man groaned and shot his seed into him, riding out his orgasm before pulling out and dressing up. He tore the duct tape off and took the gag out of Jimin's mouth before leaving him alone in his cell.

Jimin slowly reached a hand to his sore backside and took some of the runny stuff onto the tips of his fingers, bringing it to his face. Cum. And blood.

This treatment had been going on for three months.

Jungkook was angry. He kicked the wall in frustration and threw himself on the break room couch. He was glad nobody else was there to witness his rage. The male pulled on his hair and let out a long groan.

Jungkook didn't understand how and why he was doing all this to the small man. It was supposed to be only a one-time thing, and even that was not planned beforehand. But he had been continuing to take advantage on the blond guy, for his own sexual desires. The guard wanted someone to throw a brick at his face.

"If I'd have a brick, I'd throw it at your face. What's with you, Kook?" Yugyeom stepped into the room and eyed his best friend, knocking his head lightly and smiling confusedly before sitting next to Jungkook's legs.

"Something," the raven muttered, frowning a bit and hiding his face in a pillow. There was absolutely no way he could tell Yugyeom what he was doing. He'd be immediately fired from the building, maybe go to prison himself, who knew. And Jungkook didn't want to find out.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Just... something."

"Not helping, Kook."

"For fuck's sake. Fine. I fucked up with Jim- prisoner Park." Jungkook blushed when he realized his slip up. Prisoner Park, not Jimin, prisoner Park he reminded himself. At least he didn't make the mistake of forgetting the up. That would've been a much worse mistake even though it was almost the truth. He was forcing Jimin. Fuck, Jungkook wanted someone to throw him off the nearest cliff.

"What? Waddaya mean?" Yugyeom's eyes widened comically and the other wanted to stab a fork into the sockets.

"Jungkook?" Yugyeom questioned when he didn't get an answer from the other male. "Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungko-" His attempt to annoy Jungkook worked and Yugyeom got to taste it in the shape of the older's fist against his now aching jawbone.

"Shut the FUCK up!" Jungkook half-screamed, half-whimpered. If he'd have a cucumber, he'd stuff it down the younger's throat.

"You know, this reminds me of your emo phase. You're all dark and scary. Remember when you used to wear that crazy makeup? What was the band you listened to? Kettle?" Yugyeom really tried to remember the name of the band, it for sure had something to do with cooking.

"Skillet! And they make good music! I still listen to them sometimes... You don't understand me. Leave me alone!"

Oh, that was it! Skillet, of course, why didn't he remember that. Jungkook seemed really embarrassed now. Of course, Yugyeom would want to embarrass him even more. A smirk formed on his lips.

"Like, remember when we used to play in the park when we were, like, twelve and then you suddenly didn't want to anymore because you were afraid your leather jacket would get dirty." Yugyeom stuck out his tongue, poking Jungkook's cheek with it, making the other shiver from disgust and push him away.

"Namjoon hyung gave it to me as a birthday gift!" Jungkook sounded a bit offended. He really appreciated the quite expensive gift his big brother had bought him.

"You were so much more fun when you weren't such an asshat," Yugyeom pouted teasingly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, sorry for wanting to express the darkness in my soul," Jungkook retorted.

"That's why I'm here! To lighten up that dead soul of yours. But you're so boring nowadays. Maybe I should find a new lifetime best friend who will be by my side when we're old and wrinkly."

"You're not the one lighting up my life," the older mumbled, getting up from the sofa to get another cup of coffee. His thoughts were again dangerously close to the blond boy in the cell. He really had fucked up.

"What did you say?" Yugyeom asked, tilting his head.

"Like you'd survive without me!" Jungkook shouted, pouring the black liquid in the cup, for a moment really wanting to throw it at his annoying-ass friend. It wouldn't burn him, the liquid was already lukewarm.

"Whatever makes you sleep at night, Kook."

Jimin sat in his cell and stared outside from the small gap that served as a window. He didn't really see anything else than a little piece of sky, occasionally a bird that flew past. He also didn't feel anything at the moment, he just stared out, eyes glassy, motionless. His thoughts were all over the place, nothing made sense, absolutely nothing. Especially the thoughts he had of the raven-haired guard.

Jimin had to be crazy or his mind really messed up. There was no other explanation.

If he was sane, he wouldn't have fallen in love with the guard who treated him so wrong.

Even tho having developed feelings toward Jk, Jimin doesn't have Stockholm syndrome, just clearing that!