It's been five months since Jin was taken. He had the pleasure of getting to know Jungkook and his past. It broke Jin's heart to hear all the suffering he had to go through.
After months of getting to know him, Jin felt that maybe he could give Jungkook that piece of hope he's been looking for.
All they've done so far was kiss here and there. Jin set boundaries with Jungkook and didn't want to go beyond that, even though it upset him inside.
Right now, Jin was preparing dinner as Jungkook was off doing whatever it was. The stew was almost done and was setting the plates on the table.
Jin hasn't been out at all. He's practically a "house-husband". From time to time, he thinks about what could have been, but he's happy here, even tho he missed his friends and family. Maybe being here has turned him crazy, who knows.
He was now experiencing Stockholm Syndrome.
A car door slam was heard and Jin jumped to his feet bringing the stew over to the table.
Jungkook walks in. He looked pissed.
Jin walks behind him as he removes his coat. He could feel the tension that Jungkook carried and softly said, "Are you alright?"
Jungkook grumbled some words that Jin couldn't make out. He simply nodded and put the coat away. "Dinner's ready. I made stew, hopefully you like it. It's one of my favorite recipes." Jin felt proud of his work.
"I don't feel like eating."
Jungkook walked passed him and went upstairs. Jin felt a pang in his heart. No one has ever rejected his food.
Jin walked over to the table and ate by himself. He hoped for Jungkook to join him, but no.
A few moments later he heard screaming and things being thrown. This startled him.
What's going on? Is he okay?
He immediately got up and ran upstairs. He slowly crepped to Jungkook's room and opened the door.
"Jungk-", before he could finish his sentence he was thrown to the bed. His breath hitched as he landed on soft bedding.
He looked up at him with scared eyes.
Jungkook said nothing and got on top of him. He went over and kissed his lips harshly, fingers clinging onto his hair.
"Ow, Jungkook wait," Jin used the bit of strength left in him, "What's wrong?"
Jungkook said nothing and proceeded to kiss him as his hands lingerd all over his body. His hands made it under his shirt and gripped tightly around his peite waist.
"Hurts." He panted.
Jin's mind was clouded in lust and desire, but he knew this was wrong. So wrong.
He wrapped his hands Jungkook's wrists and tried to push himself up and away, but he knew he was so much stronger than him.
"Stop..." He said again. He moved his head away as Jungkook kept fondling him, kissing his exposed neck.
"I said stop." He raised his voice.
Jungkook got off and stared at him. Jin was worried his illness was triggered by something. He wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck and kissed his cheeks.
"Kook, what's wrong? Tell me. I want to help you get better. I-I can't do this yet and it isn't healthy for this situation."
Jungkook said nothing as Jin eyes wandered to his clothing.
There was blood.
