PRINCE

4

[A/N: Who do you think gave Jimin the mystery gift?]

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He jolted forward, tightly grasping his abdomen as the current suddenly went a stage higher.

He clamped his free hand over his mouth to hold in any sinful noises that were to emerge from his lips.

Jimin started to sweat profusely, sensing everyone's eyes on him.

"Jimin, is everything okay?" Seokjin asked worriedly, a trace of concern evident on his features.

He shakily removed his hand off of his mouth, and stealthily moved the other one from his abdomen to his groin, applying pressure to alleviate the pain.

"S-S-Sorry guys.. I.. I just had some food stuck in my- ah.. my throat.." He managed to choke out.

He felt the vibration go back to it's original stage. It was still bad but just not as bad. He took a deep breath, and twisted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing around to all the members to find any clues of who was controlling it.

"Are you sure you're okay, Jimin?" Yoongi asked, voice wavering in concern.

Jimin nodded a little too enthusiastically, the unusual gesture not being overlooked by the members.

Wanting nothing more than to leave, Jimin quickly stood up and turned to the boys. "I-I'm not that hungry, I'm going to go upstairs.. so, uh- bye!" He squeaked, attempting to run away before a voice halted him.

"Ah, wait Jimin. Do you think you could quickly get the remote for me?"  The voice announced as Jimin turned to gaze at him.

They shared an intense look before Jimin started getting peculiar thoughts. The man smirked. No, it couldn't be him who gave him the gift. He wouldn't ever. No.

Jimin almost choked on his own saliva, sweating lavishly as he made his way to the sofa where the remote lay.

Slowly but surely, he reached over to pick it up, before the room fell silent. And let me tell you,

Jimin has never regretted his entire existence more than now.

For he was currently laying face flat on the couch after collapsing onto it.

The silence in the room got profoundly louder.

Jimin just stayed still in that position. Not wanting to get up and face the others because about 3 seconds ago he moaned, he fucking moaned.

This dumb bitch literally just fucking needily moaned out loud.

The vibration he felt down there was now twice as fast, but his thoughts were too preoccupied in pleasure, pain, but most of all embarrassment to give a single shit.

After a disturbing silence, he had no choice but to listen in on the not so quiet conversations of the other members discussing whatever the fuck just happened.

However, Jimin is still on the sofa, laying on his belly with his face muffled into the rough material. He wanted to die. He doesn't know how to escape this situation; because to escape he will have to get up, and getting up means making eye contact with the other members - and he's so not ready to go through that right now.

"You guys are literal imbeciles. Poor kid is probably flustered. I'll help."

Jimin's mind screamed internally, for that voice was the same one that told Jimin to go get the remote in the first place, and most likely to be the same one who gave him his gift.

He could hear advancing footsteps coming towards him, but he made no effort to move.

It could have been anyone.

Anyone at all.

If not Jungkook, Jimin thought it would've at least been Taehyung.

As all the evidence practically led to him.
The seductive looks he gave, all the teasing, him fucking watching Jungkook getting him off under the blanket.

But no.

It was Min fucking Yoongi.

"Jimin."

He gulped, not moving a muscle, ignoring the command.

"Kitten, get the fuck up. Don't make me mad." He growled.

Jimin shook his head, afraid, suddenly feeling really vulnerable.

Yoongi grabbed a fistful of Jimin's hair and pulled him up harshly, a pained cry from Jimin following the gesture. He gawked directly into Yoongi's eyes with his glossy ones.

The other members were too busy in their own conversations to notice anything, but it wasn't as if it mattered anyway. It was too late now, for Jimin was already in far too deep to stop.

"Y-Yoongi.. hyung.. w-w-was it.... are you.." he muttered in a small voice.

Yoongi just smirked, tilting his head slightly whilst watching his petite figure fluctuate attentively.

The vibrator was still on.

Yoongi leaned in closer, lips barely ghosting over Jimin's ear as he spoke suggestively. "You need to be a little more specific for me, peach."

Jimin shivered needily at the vibrations of his voice that went down his body, as well as the fucking vibrator that was shoved up inside of him.

His face was thoroughly crimsoned by now. This was too much for him. First the 'encounter' with Jungkook and Taehyung, and now this? He was feeling really tingly all over his body, and he didn't like it one bit.

Without thinking, he shoved Yoongi aside and ran at the speed of lightning up to his room, shutting the door behind him as fast as he could.

He was panting intensely, head leaning on the door as he tried to catch his breath.

He needed a moment to just process everything, to think.

But... a strange feeling of guilt arose in him.

But why? He didn't really do anything wrong, so why does he feel as though he's in the wrong?

He slowly slid down until he was on the floor with his head in his hands.

And started to cry.