My kryptonite [Yoonmin]

Mine

Jimin POV

I wake up to the door closing and one of my only sources of warmth is gone, I pout slightly and cuddle up to Yoongi's pillow inhaling his scent and humming of approval when I smell his delicious shampoo that I fell in love this.

I can't sleep knowing I don't have Yoongi's hard yet soft chest to cuddle up on, or with Yoongi's arm wrapped securely around my waist as he pulls me impossibly close. I don't even have a shirt on as I curl up into our sheets and cotton comforter.

I take a heavy sigh and gather all the sheets and wrap them around my body, shuffling off the bed holding the sheets tightly around my upper chest and my left shoulder. I walk out of the room slowly hissing at the coldness of the wood floors.

I walk along the halls gripping tightly at the sheets, I slowly walk down the stairs hearing muffled yells and screams. I walk towards the door hearing a man talking to someone.

"I love watching you act like this Min, all soft for a fucking slut. All soft for a fucking bitch that can't function without a dick in his ass" I start tearing up at his words.

I slowly open the door revealing Yoongi holding a knife against someone's throat. I can't get a good look at him but I know he's from my dad's mafia.

"He looked so beautiful laying under me, with fresh tears running down his face. Begging me to stop, his legs shaking from holding his cum in like a good little slut he is. His fucked out face as I pull out and change positions and pound into him for a second time. I loved watching my cum drip down his beautiful thighs"

I hold my face as I cry into my hand, I'm terrified. Not by Yoongi, I love him. But I realize who this is. His name is Jackson (Not the Jackson your probably thinking of, I couldn't think of any other names.) he tortured me, he was the worst 'client' I've had to deal with.

He heard that I enjoy if rough, yes I do but only when the sex is actually wanted and not forced. He gave me no mercy, pounded into my with no falter. He would choke me until I blacked out, did knife play, blood play, he forced his dick down my throat and would slap me hard if I didn't suck.

I watch Yoongi the whole time and he looks like he's about to kill someone. His face is fed with anger, his hand's are turning white from the pressure he's using to hold the knife. I choke on a sob as Yoongi's starts yelling.

"What the fuck is wrong with yo-" I finally have enough I need Yoongi, and I feel bad

"Y-Yoongi?" I hate myself from stuttering but all three eyes are on me.

Yoongi looks at me with shook as I'm standing in the doorway with not even a shirt on, but only a sheet covering everything. Yoongi slowly starts walking over to me after handing the knife to Jin, He pulls me closer by my neck and waist and hugs me. I don't do anything when I see the blood over himself.

"Jimin? Why don't you go back upstairs and lay down while I finish here?" His voice is soft and kind as he thumb caresses my cheek in his hand.

"Hey Jimin, why don't you be a good little slut and drop on your knees and suck on my dick like you used to~"

His words cause terrible memories to flood into my mind, my muscles start shaking imagining every single image becoming reality. My head starts shaking from side to side as Yoongi's warm body comes in contact with mine.

My head starts spinning ultimately leaning on Yoongi's for purchase, his hands find there home around my waist. His hands slowly massage my back as his other hand holds my sheet up as my hands go up to his neck.

He picks me bridal style and walks up the stairs and back to our room, he kicks the door open and slams it closed earning a jump from the loud sound. He sets both of us down, me comfortably onto his lap.