Ink

f o u r t e e n ;

[unedited]
[flaschbacks and very deep and sad backstories]

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Warm, golden light fell into the room and slow strokes caressed the side of the younger male's body. The action and the typical way of Jimin acting was totally different after he mentioned one of the weak points. Jimin could not talk about his past lover due to his tragic loss of this person, he just could not.

Jeon's knuckles turned white as he grabbed the velvet bed sheets and tried to analyze the situation. He could not understand the older in any way now, it felt very different.

"Why are you like this now? Is this part of your plan?" hissed the younger lowly and it almost did not reached the older due to the lack of volume in jungkook's voice.

The slow caressing stopped and the grip on jeon's wrist got stronger as the older pushed himself up, his muscles flexing under the warm morning light. "You still slept the whole night pretty smoothly and without any concerns and now here you are, trying to snuck into my business. But no brat, this is not a plan now." flares the older and slowly released the intense grip on the other's wrist.

The dark orbs slowly turned from the brown haired male away and focused on something else in the luxurious room, trying to avoid the analyzing eyes of the younger. Jimin looked so broken and vulnerable, it almost terrified the younger.

"I see now, you don't like to talk about this topic. I see." muttered jungkook under his breath and skipped his head slowly to the side. His skin hit the warm beams of the sun and a comfortable warmth kept crawling up his cheeks. It felt good and almost like home, it was a very calming morning and his fears seemed to disappear at this specific moment.

"That's something else. But where did you got this topic from? I know I cannot hide this now since my reaction. So you better spit it out." glared now Jimin and pushed his black hair back, leaving it still pretty messy on his head. Some strands of hair stuck out of his usual hair style and it softened his features.

"I cannot say that, no." muttered the young male as he slowly sat up, but shrinking down again due to the pain in his legs. He still felt the shot in his legs which he received long ago. "In pain aren't we?" grinned the gang member amused but his smirk vanished so fast as it came, realizing that this young male was sincerely hurt. "You won't move, I will call a doctor. I know you stupid self won't have taken care of that." groaned the older and he slowly stood up.

"You own me then, jungkook."

A gulp filled the room as the tattooist looked up and noticed the serious expression the older had. This did not mean any good but his wound really needs treatment. It is still a wonder to him how he ended asleep in the first place. Did he raped him during his sleep or did something else?