SAVE ME (VMIN)

2-one month later

After the twenty whips Jimin received on his naked body, his cock was hard, aching for Yoongi’s touch.

Want to know why? Because by now, he had gotten used to it—the pleasure that came laced with pain.

A month had passed since their arrangement began, and Jimin’s body had learned to respond to Yoongi’s hands, to the spanks, whips, and strokes. He wasn’t a virgin anymore. The night Yoongi decided he wanted to fuck him, Jimin couldn't refuse.

Jimin knew the routine now. Whenever Yoongi was angry, frustrated, or drowning in depression, all he had to do was call for him. Jimin would come willingly, knowing exactly what to do, knowing the rules by heart.

It wasn’t about his pleasure. It was about Yoongi’s.

And today, Jimin already knew what awaited him.

A fan had called Yoongi a "psycho" after a press conference. That moment—the one where Yoongi stood in the elevator corner, silent, tense, wearing that yellow shirt—Jimin had seen it. He had seen the rage in his hyung’s eyes.

And now, he was here. Tied to the pole in the middle of the studio, naked, arms stretched up, for the seventh time this month.

"H…Hyung…" Jimin’s voice was shaky, a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

Yoongi didn’t respond. He simply untied Jimin, only to push him onto the leather couch, ass up—just how he liked it.

Jimin’s cheeks pressed against the cold surface. He knew what was coming.

Yoongi grabbed the lube, a dildo, and a cock ring from the same box he always used.

Jimin barely had time to breathe before he felt something cold and slick press against his entrance—

—No warning.

No preparation.

The dildo slid inside in one hard thrust, hitting Jimin’s prostate immediately.

Jimin screamed. His whole body shook.

Yoongi had memorized his sweet spot by now.

The next thing Jimin felt was the cock ring snapping around his shaft, trapping his arousal, preventing release.

He was suffering.

From both pain and pleasure.

Yoongi wasn't done. He grabbed the dildo and began moving it in and out, deep, hard, relentless.

Jimin was sobbing, trembling, writhing under Yoongi’s touch.

"H-Hyung… Can I… Can I cum? Please…!"

"No." Yoongi’s voice was cold, indifferent.

"Ahhh… H-Hyung, please—p-please, I—"

Yoongi didn’t let him finish. He pressed a vibrator against Jimin’s overstimulated cock and turned it on.

Then, he walked away.

Jimin’s eyes widened in horror.

Yoongi was just watching him.

He was standing across the room, arms crossed, silent, eyes dark, watching Jimin tremble, watching his thighs twitch, watching him break.

And then—

A knock at the door.

Jimin froze.

His heart stopped.

It was Taehyung.

"Hyung…? Are you there?"

Jimin panicked. He was wrecked, helpless, dripping with sweat, tears streaking his flushed face.

Yoongi?

Yoongi had the audacity to turn the vibrator up higher.

Jimin’s eyes rolled back, but he bit his lip—hard— to stop himself from screaming.

"W…Who?" Yoongi’s voice was calm, but there was amusement in his tone.

"Hyung! Have you seen Jimin? I’ve been calling him, but he’s not answering."

Jimin felt like he was dying.

Tears fell uncontrollably, soaking his already flushed cheeks. His fingers dug into the couch, nails pressing into the leather, trying desperately to stay silent.

"No," Yoongi lied effortlessly, keeping his eyes fixed on Jimin. "I haven’t seen him."

Jimin let out a silent sob.

Tae hesitated. "Huh…? That’s weird. I swear he’s usually up watching videos at this hour…"

Yoongi smirked. "Maybe he’s busy doing something else."

He pressed the vibrator even harder against Jimin's swollen cock.

Jimin squirmed violently.

Tae froze. "Wait… Hyung… did I just hear something?"

Jimin stopped breathing.

Yoongi didn’t even flinch.

"It’s nothing." His voice was completely flat.

Tae chuckled. "Hyung, don’t tell me—"

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Tae smirked. "You’re watching viruses, aren’t you?"

Jimin nearly choked on his own spit.

"…What?" Yoongi asked, blinking in confusion.

Tae laughed. "Like Namjoon-hyung! Watching porn! Don't worry, I won’t tell anyone."

Jimin felt his soul leave his body.

Yoongi grinned. "Will appreciate that." And with that, he slammed the door in Tae’s face.

Jimin finally let out a broken sob.

His body shook violently, overwhelmed.

His pride? Gone. His sanity? Gone.

And Yoongi?

Still smirking.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jimin's voice cracked between his hiccupped sobs.

Yoongi tilted his head. "What do you mean?"

Jimin glared at him. "You… You almost got me caught like this… He could’ve—"

Yoongi shrugged. "But you didn’t scream."

Jimin’s breath hitched.

"You took it so well, kitten." Yoongi stepped closer, running a hand through Jimin’s sweat-soaked hair. "Made me proud."

Jimin’s stomach twisted.

He felt sick.

He felt weak.

He felt filthy.

"I…" Jimin’s throat was dry. "I can’t do this anymore."

Yoongi’s expression didn’t change. "I told you, kitten. I can’t stop after the first whip."

Jimin’s eyes stung. "I… I want to stop…"

Yoongi sighed. He leaned down, whispering into Jimin’s ear.

"Then let me finish this quickly."

And just like that—he grabbed Jimin by the waist and flipped him over.