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Jimin hugs a few of his friends from dance class and says his goodbyes.

He sees no car standing in the parking lot as usual on fridays, knowing his mother is at work, so he slings his bag over his shoulder and starts walking.

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The first thing he hears when entering the house is loud music coming from the livingroom.

"Dad, I'm home!"

He hears shuffling and soon his father is standing in the doorframe to the living room. He has a smile on his face and is moving to the beat of the music.

"Jimin! Come dance with me!"

Jimin takes off his shoes and looks at his father in confusion. He has never been the type to dance around the livingroom.

Then, he feels it.

The smell of alcohol. Not just a little whiff, though. Jimin feels like he walks into a thick wall of  the reeking liquid as he takes a step further into the house.

This makes him feel instant discomfort.

"Dad... are you okay?"

His father continues smiling happily and takes Jimin's hand, pulling him into the living room.

"I'm fantastic! Dance with me."

Jimin tries to escape his father's hold, but his grip on his wrist only tightens.

"Y-you're hurting me."

His father just grips his waist and moves their bodies to the beat of the music. Jimin tries to get out of his hold, but it's useless. His father is much stronger.

"You know... I was a dancer when I was your age."

His father slurs and Jimin whimpers when he uses the grip around his wrist to spin him around before letting it go and pulling him closer by his waist.

"Wha-"

Jimin gasps as his fathers hands come down to squeeze his bottom.

"N-no! Stop! I don't want this!"

His father just groans in response, kneading Jimin's soft skin under his palms as Jimin frantically tries to tear himself free from the older.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting you. My pretty, pretty boy."

Jimin is sobbing by now, doing everything in his power to try to get away from the man.

"Please! Let me go!"

His father just laughs and that is when Jimin realizes that he's completely helpless.

In a fast movement he is pushed down on his knees, his father's grip on his hair tight.

He lets out broken hysterical sobs as his fathers other hand removes his own pants and boxers, revealing that he is fully hard. Aroused from seeing Jimin so helpless, in so much despair.

Jimin feels about ready to vomit. He is pushed forward and presses his lips shut as they make contact with the tip of his father's cock. 

The older growls.

"Don't make me punish you."

Jimin looks up as him through the neverending tears. He sees someone that he doesn't know. Someone that isn't the father he has grown up to know. Someone that scares him.

So, he opens his mouth.

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