Yoonmin- Delusions [M.YG • P.JM]

26- Sungjae Meets Jimin 🔙

Jimin's POV
-6 years ago-

"Taehyung! Stop!" I heard Jungkook yell. I turned to see what that was all about. As usual, I saw Jungkook in a headlock, Taehyung laughing. "Hyung!"

Taehyung finally let go of poor Jungkook, and fell back into a pit of laughter. Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck to sooth it and hit Taehyung with his other hand.

"Ah! That hurted."

"Can I care?" Jungkook snapped back.

It only caused Taehyung to jump on him, the two breaking out into a wrestling match again.

"You guys just love each other that much, don't you?" Namjoon piped from the couch where he sat next to Jin who seemed to be reading a book. It was typical of Jin to open a book and find Namjoon joining him. Jin loved to read, Namjoon liked to learn. Even though Jin was the eldest, sometimes it seemed like Namjoon, who is two years younger than him, was the older one. Or sometimes the both of them took on that role together.

The two boys stopped wrestling and looked at each other in disgust.

"Me? Like Jungkook?" Taehyung pointed at the younger.

Jungkook scoffed. "I'm very likeable, thank you very much. But I don't want you to like me because I don't like you."

"Good," Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"Good!" Jungkook puffed and crossed his arms as the ten-year-old him would do.

Suddenly, I heard the door become unlocked. The boys went to go hide as they weren't allowed to be in here. They snuck out of their rooms since they didn't have sessions today.

Oh, I remember her. I haven't seen her in a while.

"Hello, Jimin," the lady spoke. "You remember me? Dr. Kim?"

I nodded slowly, my attention being brought to the stranger next to her.

"This is Dr. In," she introduced.

"But you can just call me Sungjae."

"Okay," was all that could come out.

"I'll leave you two to it then."

Huh?

Dr. Kim walked out of the room and shut the door on us, leaving me alone with this stranger.

"Hi, Jimin." I turned back and was met with the man. His hair was a neatly combed, but you could see a little bit of stubble on his chin. He looked to be in his late thirties.

He sat beside me on the floor and crossed his legs. He extended his hand and gently stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers. He smiled in content and I just stayed still.

Why is he touching me? I don't know him.

"So, Jimin, what do you like to do?"

"Um...I like to play cards. And color."

"Okay, teach me how to play cards."

"Okay!" I excitedly got up to find my box of playing cards. I love it when someone wants to play cards with me.

***

After a while of playing Go-Fish, Sungjae dropped his cards in defeat.

He let out a deep sigh.

"I have another game we can play," he suggested, and I continued to listen. He fished out something long and thin from his pocket. "Give me your wrists."

Curious, I did as I was told and extended my hands to him which he began wrapping the rope around. I winced at how tight he did it, but didn't make a sound.

"Now your ankles," he commanded, and I complied. What is he going to do?

He finished tying me up and I waited for something to happen. I wish I hadn't. I wish I didn't let it.

He pulled me to him and licked along my jaw.

"H-Hey!"

"Shut up!"

I was scared. I didn't know what to do. My limbs were tied, I was stupid for that. I didn't want to scream for help because he already told me to keep my mouth shut. I didn't know what he would do if I disobeyed. So instead I just let it happen. I stayed limp and let him touch me with his tongue. When he unexpectedly bit into my shoulder, I let out a soft whimper.

"Does it hurt?" He looked at me and I nodded in hopes that he would stop. "Good."

Tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.

Tae? Namjoon? Jungkookie? Jin-hyung?

Help me.

Sungjae's POV

After I had satisfyingly terrified the boy, leaving hickey marks along his chest, I got off of him and adjusted my coat.

I looked down at him as he lied there, crying silently. How cute.

As always after my sessions, I pulled out the needle-syringe from my pocket and prepared it. I crouched down next to Jimin and injected it into his arm.

I watched the medicine take effect as it became difficult for him to keep his eyes open. He fell unconscious and I untied his wrists and ankles. I stuffed it back into my pocket then picked up the sleeping child. I carried him to the sofa and lied him down.

Before I left, I kissed the boy's cheek. Such a good boy.

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Oh shit.