soundless ☾jikook

⁑ three

after 10 minutes of twisting and turning jimin finally freed himself from being tied to the bedpost, his ass was burning with pain as he collapsed onto his bed, making sure to cover his naked body with his blanket.

chang-kyun had left jimin in complete pain and all alone, jimin vaguely remembered his laughter that echoed down the corridor. jimin shivered and bent over to reach for his trunk, opening it and reaching for his razor before painting deep slashes all over his skin, blood drenched his arm as it flooded from the open cuts before jimin grabbed the roll of bandages in his trunk and wrapped them around his wrist, not caring if it was a little bit too tight.

jimin managed to will his body to get changed before he collapsed and passed out on the bed, he wasn't conscious when his dorm mates entered the room and passed him judgemental stares.

"i can't believe the fag actually self harms, the freak."

"i feel sorry for the kim brothers, they saw it first hand."

"chang-kyun, did you pull what you did last year?" a voice brought jimin back to his senses, he tensed as the boy replied in speech.
"of course, that boy can fucking arch his back," jimin scowled at the laugh they gave off, "you guys should try it, he's as tight as last year!"

jimin felt sick as they talked about his body like he wasn't there.

am i just a toy that can be used and discarded?

"of fucking course i want to try it, you could do his ass whilst i do the throat." they all sniggered, jimin heard movement as they were probably changing into their bedclothes.
"well if you really want to, where and when would we? we don't want to scare off the ladies next door."

jimins body froze as chang-kyun answered.

"i'm fine with doing it now, in here's fine as long as you make sure he doesn't make any sounds."

jimins heart was now racing in fear, the others were okay with it as long as they kept it down.

"alright, i'll grab park." chang-kyun smirked, walking over to the "sleeping" silver haired boy, but before he could grab him jimin hurled his body off the bed and scrambled out of the room, terrified as he sprinted out of the slytherin chamber and let his body take him as far away as possible.

he blindly ran up 4 flights of stairs before crashing into something with a cry of pain, he stumbled back twice before he lost balance and toppled down the stone stairs, pain searing all over his body.

"oh my god, are you okay?" whispered a voice, jimin heard footsteps approach him before his body was picked up. jimin stared weakly up at a gryffindor that he didn't recognise.

the gryffindor, who was by the name of jeon jungkook, was quite mesmerised as he stared at the silver haired boy. he had quite a few bruises on his face, but his eyes were beautiful and shimmering in the moonlight, let alone his pillowy lips and milky pale skin.

"i'm fine." a broken voice escaped the boys lips, jungkook immediately felt worried for him even with not knowing anything about him.

"um, i'm jeon jungkook, i didn't expect to be bumping into anyone at this time." jungkook smiled sweetly, scratching the back of his neck. jimin nodded, a frown on his lips.
"i'm park jimin, feel free to run away from me now."

jungkook stared, because he had heard that name quite a lot.

the fag.