SAVE ME (VMIN)

1-the start

JIMIN

"Ahhhhh… t-twenty!" Jimin screamed, his body trembling as the final whip cracked against his skin. He was naked, vulnerable, stretched out just the way Yoongi liked—his arms tied above his head, legs spread apart in the middle of the room.

Not just any room. Yoongi’s studio.

The soundproofed walls absorbed his cries, swallowing them whole. No one would hear. No one would save him.

It always started like this.

The first lash was pleasure. A spark of pain igniting something deep in Jimin’s body, a craving to be touched more. The second, the third—the pleasure faded. Pain took over. But Yoongi didn’t stop. Yoongi never stopped.

And now, with each strike, Jimin was rethinking the offer he had made to his hyung. Over and over again.

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One Month Ago…

"Hyung… are you okay?" Jimin’s voice was gentle but firm as he stood in front of Yoongi’s studio door.

No answer.

"Hyung, please… open the door. Let’s talk."

The sound of the lock clicking open echoed in the hallway. A silent invitation. Jimin stepped inside.

"Hyung, I brought you food. You haven’t eaten in days! What’s going on with you?" Jimin placed the meal on Yoongi’s desk, eyes scanning the dark room.

Yoongi didn’t even look at him. "None of your business. Now leave me alone."

"No."

Yoongi’s fingers twitched.

"No?" His voice was lower now, rougher.

"I won’t just pretend you’re fine!" Jimin snapped. "You’ve been locked in here for days. You’re depressed, hyung, and I can’t—"

The chair scraped against the floor as Yoongi stood.

Jimin’s breath hitched.

Yoongi stepped forward.

Jimin stepped back.

Again.

And again.

Until his back hit the wall.

"What did you say?" Yoongi’s voice was dangerously low, his face mere inches away.

"I-I said… no."

A smirk. Dark eyes. Fingers curling against the wall beside Jimin’s head.

The air between them was heavy. Jimin could see the war raging in Yoongi’s mind—the anger, the pain, the frustration. Then, just as quickly as he had closed in, Yoongi stepped back.

"Just leave." His voice was hoarse. "I can’t control it."

Jimin hesitated. Then, he made his choice.

"Then don’t."

Yoongi’s gaze snapped to his.

"If you need to pour your anger on someone—do it."

Yoongi stared. His jaw clenched.

"Jimin-ah… I can’t. It will hurt."

"Not as much as you’re hurting."

A bitter chuckle. "You don’t understand."

"Then show me."

Silence.