"You're going to help me 'till you shit that shit out, understood?"
"Eat my ass and maybe you'll increase your chances of getting it sooner."
Park Jimin is a troubled teenager who steals from other people to keep himself on his own two feet. But one...
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↻ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ↺
As soon as Jimin wakes up, he feels a storming ache in his head. He lays supine with his wrists as well as ankles bound to the posts of a bed and a bright light bleeds into his squinting eyes.
He looks around the bedroom and as soon as he notices Kah standing at the foot of the bed, he flinches as much as the ropes holding his limbs down allow him to.
The man doesn't say anything as soon as the boy wakes up and rather walks to his bedside, crossing his arms while staring down at the frightened teenager.
Jimin twists his head as the man leans in and he looks the other way in a panic.
How come he isn't dead? How come Hope and Agust decided to let him live?
"Good morning, beautiful. How's your head?" the man whispers and Jimin feels a shiver ripple down his spine as Kah's lips brush his ear.
"G-get away from me," the teenager says and whimpers as his jaw is gripped and he's forced to look the man in his eyes.
"But I have so much in store for us, beautiful. What do you say we mess around a little bit and continue where we left off last time, hm? Before we were so rudely interrupted," Kah suggests with a dark glint in his eyes and Jimin wrestles against his restraints, whining.
"Y-you won't get away with this. They'll come find you," Jimin warns, yet it's almost as if he's trying to convince himself he isn't alone. But he knows he is. The only one who actually knows he's missing and how is Yoongi. But the man couldn't even give two shits if he knew the teenager was in trouble.
"You really think you mean that much to them? The only reason they rescued you in the first place was because you weren't going to succeed. They wanted my phone - which has jackshit on it - and you weren't capable enough to steal it yourself. Trying to use your pretty little body, hm?" the man belittles and each word feels like a blow to Jimin's deteriorating courage. He squirms incessantly as soon as he can feel Kah's fingertips inch beneath his shirt and brush his side. "Because that's all you're really good for, isn't it? Your body. And I can picture myself wrecking your pretty little body so well. Give it to me, won't you? Make this easier for the both of us."
Jimin shakes his head zealously. The man leans in once again and the teenager spits on his face, prompting thunderous swears to storm the room he's being held captive.
"You fucking bitch!" he roars and Jimin yelps as soon as a heavy hand strikes his cheek. It stings and his eyes water as he's desperate to craddle it and shelter it from any further pain. However he's given no choice but to stare into Kah's dark eyes with his own of filled fear.
"You're fucking getting it this time," he menaces and Jimin cries out as his shirt is ripped off of his body. His bare torso is raved by the man's narrowing eyes and he shrinks beneath his gaze with glossy vision.
