Your pain is my pleasure: BTS AU

Thirty-one

It isn't until I have cleaned my knees and the stickiness between my legs has been taken care of that I finally feel as if I can catch my breath. Even now, I can still feel the toughness of Jimin's hands in my hair; can still hear his groans as he had used me for his own personal pleasure and satisfaction. My whole body heats up again and I quickly shake my head to dispel the memory as to not get turned on once again.

I brace my hands against the bathroom sink as I stare at my reflection, taking in my wide eyes and pink-tinted cheeks. I'm so out of it that I have been in here since the moment Jimin and I shared at lunch, it already almost time for the final bell to ring. I just haven't had anyone do something like that in so long that it's hard to get the image out of my head, my brain trying to imagine what it would be like if he used me in some other way; if he relentlessly used my body until I couldn't walk.

"Fucking hell" I grumble out loud as I shake my head again, ignoring how husky and raw my voice had sounded.

The tears that had streamed down my face succeeded in ruining my eye makeup, black streaks trailing down my cheeks and making it look as if I had been caught in the rain. My lipstick, although matte, had not been a stain or tint. It had been rubbed off along the inside as well as smeared around my mouth, Jimin complaining earlier about how he would have to take a shower when he got home after school to get it off. There is no way that I would be able to salvage it, so I found a makeup wipe inside the pile of random things I keep in my locker, using it to get rid of the evidence of what had happened.

I have no idea how to feel right now. After what happened at lunch, it is more than obvious to me that Sami was right in saying that Jimin was a dom. A sadist at that. From his personality, you would never know that fact about him until he told you; or showed you, in my case.

My cheeks heat up even more as I recall all of the times I had called him a bitch, or questioned his masculinity. He had always sat back and took it, him growing more and more pissed off the longer I continued to tease him. Maybe that what he was referring to when he asked me if I had learned my lesson. Maybe he was letting me know that he had taken all of my jabs at his ego to heart, and it would be wise of me to revere him with a little more caution and respect in the future.

The final bell rings as I am taking out the half-up half-down hairdo I had in earlier, it all messed up because of his hands. I rake me fingers through the messy locks before scooping all of it up and placing it into a messy bun, knowing that I will just be showering when we get home as to rid myself of the faint smell of my own arousal.

I ponder how it was possible that I came untouched as I walk through the slowly-filling hallway, my eyes unfocused as I make my way over to our group's meeting spot. I have heard stories about subs with specific kinks orgasming without even being touched, but I never thought that I would be capable of doing that. That just makes a bunch of other questions swirl around in my head as I continue to walk, my fingers fiddling with the hem of my shirt as I do so.

"Charley?"

"Huh?" I ask in shock, looking up from the floor and turning towards where I heard my name being called. While I was thinking to myself I had walked right past all of my friends, their eyebrows furrowed as they all stare at me. I notice that Haru is standing next to Jimin, but I'm too out of it to be mad or even really acknowledge her presence right now.

"You ok, dude?" Sami asks as she slings her arm around my shoulders, herding me back over to the rest of our group.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine" I say before frowning as I rub my neck, pain shooting through my throat almost immediately. I see Jimin look up at the sound of my voice from the corner of my eye, a smirk appearing on his face at how hoarse I had sounded.

"What the fuck happened to your voice?" Namjoon asks as he and Jin share a look of concern. His eyes trail down my body before stopping at my legs, them then narrowing. "And what's up with your knees?"

I know better than to speak again, simply jutting my chin out in Jimin's direction as he chuckles quietly to himself. The others look between Jimin and I for a couple of seconds before Hoseok starts smiling, him the first one to catch on.

"Jimin" he claps said guy on the back "finally showed your true colors, huh?"

"What? Finally!" Taehyung exclaims next, his eyes wide as he looks over at his friend. "You've only been talking about getting with her since the day she beat your ass."

My eyebrows raise as Jimin's smirk turns into a shy smile, his cheeks tinted with pink. His duality makes my head pound, the beginnings of a headache making me wince.

"You're all he talks about" Jungkook comments as he rolls his eyes, glaring pointedly at Jimin as Yoongi nods in agreement.

"It's annoying."

"Well now that all that's out of the way" Jin interjects, clearly done with the conversation. "How about we all go back to my place? We need to get everything set up for the beach trip tomorrow."

My eyes widen as Sami links her arm through mine, her leading me in what I would assume is the direction of Jin's place. I had totally forgotten about the beach trip that we had planned to have this weekend, that the whole point in us going to the mall that one day in order to get swimsuits. We had planned on sleeping over at Jin's place because his house is the largest, his parents incredibly rich politicians or something like that. Apparently they are setting it up so that a driver takes us to their private beach house early in the morning tomorrow so that we can stay until Sunday night, this acting as a little getaway for our group.

"Explain to me why Haru is going with us again" Jimin complains loudly somewhere behind us, the obvious annoyance in his voice making Sami and I laugh.

I turn around just in time to witness him pry her fingers off of his arm before he nudges her aside, her stumbling as she falls in the direction Jungkook is in. Knowing Jungkook's attitude, I don't even have to be looking to know what he's going to do about some random girl hurtling his way in search of stability; especially since he doesn't seem to like her all that much. Sure enough, a high-pitched squeal of rage leaves Haru's mouth as Jungkook moves to the side right before she can latch onto him, her falling to the ground.

Jin clears his throat awkwardly as we all laugh, "her parents know mine, and they asked if she could come with us."

I watch silently as Haru stands up with a humph before crossing her arms and stalking in front of us, her shoulder connecting with mine as she passes by. If it weren't for how shaky my legs still feel, or the bruises on my knees, I would kick her ass for even touching me, but I think I'll let it slide just this once. I just hope she knows not to mess with me on this trip though because it would be a shame if I had to ruin it by kicking her teeth in.