soundless ☾jikook

⁑ eight [M]

warning! offensive and potentially triggering language ahead.

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"hey bitch, where the fuck have you been?"

jimin stared at taehyung with an emotionless face, his eyes as cold and lifeless as steel, lips twisted into a frown.

the boy had just escaped from the hospital wing, narrowly avoiding talking about his problems with a teacher.

"answer me, slut." taehyung growled, striding over to jimin and drawing his fist back, before letting it come in harsh contact with jimins face.

"in-" jimin was interrupted by taehyung kicking his stomach harshly, he gagged on blood that had risen from his throat,  before it dribbled from his bottom lip to his chin, soundlessly falling to the floor.

"hurry the fuck up, fag." taehyung yelled, swinging his leg so his foot collided with jimins chin, making his head painfully jolt up.

"h-hospital wing," jimin coughed, "i thought you would have guessed by now."

taehyung eyes widened after realising what jimin was talking about.

"y-you were the person that jumped off the tower?" taehyung stuttered, his eyes momentarily flashed with an emotion unfamiliar to jimin.

"yeah-"

jimin shrieked when taehyung dug his nails into jimins arm after forcing him upright, shaking him, jimins body looked like a rag dolls, flimsy and lifeless.

taehyung tried to ignore how weightless jimin was, before grabbing either side of jimins head and pulling him up from the ground, the older was shuddering with pain.

"listen, fag. you're weak, you're fucking weak, and i hate weaklings, okay?"

jimin whimpered before nodding.

"let me tell you one thing, jungkook doesn't like you, do you know why? because you're a boy, and you're a slut. too weak to defend yourself from getting raped, weak enough to self harm because you can't take the pain, weak enough to stop eating because you hate being called chubby. you know what, you will never lose the fat. no matter how hard you try, you will always look like an overweight fuck."

taehyungs grip was suddenly replaced with air, jimin looked up to see namjoon and jin throwing taehyung to the floor before the oldest of the two cast a body binding hex on him.

"jimin?" said the concerned voice of jin after kicking taehyungs frozen body to the side, "are you okay?"

jimin started up at the worried faces of his old bullies, he backed away.

"no, get away from me!" jimin screamed, mentally unstable after taehyungs torturous words.

"jimin we won't hurt you, we're here to protect you!" jin said softly, carefully approaching the terrified boy until he was in front of him. jin kneeled down and stroked jimins head, "it's okay now."

namjoon walked over to his boyfriend and placed a hand on his shoulder, nodding with a dimpled smile, "yeah, what jinnie said."

jimin melted into jins touch but a sudden impulse of fear speared through his body, the slytherin stumbled upright before sprinting away from the couple.

they'll hurt me.

a whimper escaped his lips, he forced his legs to run further, not caring about how faint he was starting to feel. jimin suddenly crashed into the stone floor with a cry, body colliding with an echoing thud.

jimin watched the people passing by, purposefully avoiding him; no one wanted to help him.

"what a freak." murmured a voice, jimin shakily picked his body up from the floor, stumbling back a few steps before his back painfully hit a wall.
"fuck." was all jimin could hiss, trying to force the tears building in his eyes to not fall.

"hey, look guys it's jimin!"

jimin slowly lifted his gaze until he was staring at the boy on front of him, chang-kyun and his 'friends'.

they all laughed at his weakly shivering body, jimin felt their gazes trail down his body, lustful.

"fuck, he has great hips." one of his friends commented, smirking.

"what about his lips, imagine being sucked off by them."

"why not find out how it feels?" chang-kyun smirked, grabbing jimin by the hair and forcing the struggling boy into the nearest empty classroom, locking it behind him.

jimins body was thrown against a wall, he tried to cry own but a hand was forced against his mouth.

jimin was sobbing as chang-kyun sauntered towards him, eyes glinting over the lust driven haze. jimin looked away the moment he threw his cloak off and unzipped his jeans, before pulling his pants down low enough for his erect dick to spring out,

"suck, fucking slut."

jimin shook his head fiercely, struggling against chang-kyun who had gripped his hair and was trying to pull him forwards, but jimin wouldn't budge.

"little bitch, guys you know what to do."

jimin cried out at two of his friends grabbed his head and forced him onto chang-kyun, taking advantage of his open lips. whilst jimin desperately tried to pull his head back chang-kyun pushed his hips forwards, jimin choked on the large member that had been thrusted into his throat, tears started to stream down his eyes.

jimin couldn't move his head from the two guys' iron grip, so he could only cough and try to close his mouth.

an idea entered jimins head, he opened his mouth to chang-kyuns laughter and name calling, only to bite down, satisfied at the scream of pain which left the bullies mouth.

"FUCKER," chang-kyun screamed, "YOU'LL FUCKING PAY YOU WHORE."

jimin cried out as someone grabbed the bottom and top of his mouth, forcing it open. jimin couldn't swallow or cough, so saliva slowly built in his mouth, eventually dripping down his chin.
jimin tried to shake his head as chang-kyun forced his dick down his throat, wide open mouth not able to stop the painful thrusts.

jimin felt hands wrapped around his throat, thumbs harshly being pressed down against it. chang-kyuns loud moans echoed around the empty classroom, mixed with jimins gags and coughs, and small cries.

suddenly chang-kyun let his large load of cum fill up jimins mouth, and let it shoot down his throat. jimin thrashed his body against the others, they let go as jimin got on all fours and violently retched up the contents, not only cum but blood too; he had damaged his throat.

jimin tried to cry but only got a piercing pain in his throat, his hands sprung to his sensitive and bruised throat.

"will he be able to breathe in that state?" one of chang-kyuns friends murmured as the boy himself zipped up his jeans and threw his cloak over his body.

"hopefully." was all chang-kyun could snigger, he and his gang left the room, making sure to lock the room behind him.

jimin, half starved and in searing pain managed to crawl over to the door, weakly hitting his fist against it before collapsing unconscious.