Through The Scope || Yoonmin

14

T.W. implied rape.
If you don't want to read that, read to the '•', then skip to the second '•' and read on. I'll explain the events in the author note.

Aron stepped on the gas, tears in his eyes as he came to an abrupt stop in front of a red light. His hands shook, his right on the wheel and his left hand covering half of his mouth.

The one day. The one day he doesn't go to work, the man he had fallen for is abducted. And the best fucking part? No one saw the criminals faces, no one knew where they went, no one had a clue about anything.

Hell, Aron didn't even think they had a clue where Yoongi was. The police, that is. Six days. It's been six days. Five days since Yoongi had been declared a missing person.

Not knowing whether the man you love was alive or dead was terrifying. Although he was well aware Yoongi wasn't into him the way he was into Yoongi, he was fine with it. It hurt, yeah. But seeing him nearly every day was better than hoping he was alive!

"Fuck!" He screamed, slamming his hand down on his wheel. Tears fell from his eyes, sobs racking through his body as he kept his forehead on the wheel.

It was late at night and he needed some air, but the air did nothing to soothe him. Fuck, he didn't even have Jun-ho to talk to, because the man wasn't answering his phone.

When Aron looked up, the light was green. He stepped on the gas again, sniffling hard as he tried to choke back more sobs. He brought up a hand to wipe his tears away, taking multiple deep breaths to stabilize his breathing.

Taking a sharp turn, Aron pulled into a bar. Call him stupid, but he knew drinking was going to take his mind off of things. Even if he knew it wasn't the best thing to do, he couldn't care less at the moment.

Aron pulled down his sun blocker, looking in the mirror and making sure he didn't look like he was crying for five minutes. Well, he didn't look his best, but he didn't look bad.

Time to fucking forget, he thought.

•

"Yoongi, are you not going to answer me?" Jimin rested his chin on his palm, bored eyes studying Yoongi's face. It had been a few days since their last chat.

What could he say? He got busy with other things. However, when he came back to Yoongi ten minutes ago, Yoongi wouldn't say a word. Not a damn word. Just kept his eyes on the floor.

"Alright then, that's rude of you. I gave you water, I gave you a bucket to fucking piss in when you said you had to go to the bathroom, I lowered the temperature when it was hot, hell I even gave you a few pieces of bread! Now you're just going to keep your mouth shut?" Jimin spat, fury in his eyes as he slammed the clipboard and pen down on the ground. "Detective, let me tell you something. I have had a rough couple of days, I will not be light on you. Either you tell me how the fuck you're feeling or I'm going to make you."

Yoongi bit his lip to keep himself from biting back, a small sigh leaving his nose. "I feel like I want to slap you. I feel like I hate you. I feel like I want to kill you. Do you know what I feel? I feel like shit! Is that what you wanted to hear? That I feel like shit? Because it's pretty fuckin' obvious if you'd use your eyes!" With every word, Yoongi raised his voice. After they talked about Hee-chul, Yoongi put himself in a dark place. But oh, now that Jimin was back? He was going to be the worst person Jimin had taken in for information.

Jimin fumed in his seat, his fists clenched. As much as he tried to tell himself to remain calm and do things like he had been, he couldn't. Not right now. "Keep your mouth shut before I fill it." He whispered, his voice seemingly calm and low, but it was not one bit.

Yoongi scoffed, sticking his tongue out at his abductor. "Ahh, look at me, my mouth is open! The fuck are you going to do about it? Deprive me of oxygen? Fucking do it, I'll do it all da- what the hell are you doing?"

Jimin stood up, unbuckling his bet. "I warned you, Detective. You just couldn't keep your fucking mouth shut." Jimin pulled his belt out of the loops, throwing it on the floor before he walked to the other side of the room.

Suddenly, Yoongi didn't feel so brave anymore. Yoongi tried looking over his shoulder, but before he knew it, he was dropping to his knees with a gasp. Looking up, Yoongi noticed the chain that connected to the rod, where his hands were chained, was able to be extended.

As confused and scared as he was, being off his feet for the first time in six days felt like heaven. Yoongi sat on his legs, hanging his head low with a sigh of relief. His wrists still burned and his shoulders felt the pain, but his feet were relieved, and that was all he cared about.

Or, atleast it was all he cared about until Jimin stood before him, unzipping his pants.

"Wait, wait, wait- stop, I'll apologize, okay? I will!" Yoongi begged, his breathing becoming irregular as he tried to move away from the younger, but he couldn't. He was completely defenceless.

Ignoring Yoongi's pleas, Jimin pulled his pants and underwear down in one go. In a threatening tone, Jimin whispered, "If you bite, I will shoot you and do the same thing to you. Do you hear me?"

Yoongi nodded his head shakily, staring down at the floor as tears dropped onto his pants. Tear after tear.

Yoongi's fingers trembled. If he were to clench his fist, his whole hand would shake. For the first time since he had been here, he felt deathly afraid.

•

Aron threw the shot back, his face scrunching up when he slammed the small glass back onto the table in front of him. Raising his hand slightly, he smiled at the bartender. "Another one, please!"

Beside him, a male scooted his chair closer to him. He spoke up, his voice kind. "Probably best to cool it on the shots. You don't want to get drunk, you know, people tend to take advantage of drunk people."

Aron smiled and shook his head, turning to look at the stranger. "I'll be fine, thanks. Besides, I came here to get drunk. Why would I stop now?"

The stranger laughed, sticking his hand out for Aron to take. "I'm Jungkook. Need a drinking buddy, then?" Jungkook rested his chin on his palm, keeping a polite smile on his face.

Aron shook the hand, his smile widening when he let go to grab his shot glass. "Why not? Name's Aron. Hey, can we get another for my friend here?"
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DESCRIPTION:
Jimin has returned to continue his sessions with Yoongi after a few days. Jimin had other things to do, so he couldn't see Yoongi.
Jimin's days he was absent were rough, so his patience for today was run thin. Because Yoongi wasn't cooperating, he forced Yoongi to give him head. Yoongi tried to get him not to, but Jimin already made up his mind.

I just woke up & I thought "12? Damn.. I hate sleeping so late. :(" but then I realized I was up till 450 so technically I did get 7 hrs of sleep!

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