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ten (a continuation after two years)

[unedited: is that sexy?]
hey... so I haven't update this story in 2 years. But from now on, I'll try. I wrote this story when I was a sophmore in high school and now I'm a college student. I couldn't find my outline for this story so this won't go as planned. I'm sorry everyone. I'm going to try and update once a week or twice week.
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His vision was fuzzy, his arms and legs were sore. It felt like he ran a marathon, the sound of shuffling and screaming woke him up. This time, he didn't know where he was. The boy's physical state was much worst. There were several bruises along his hips and thighs. Lips bleeding, a black eye and his hair was a mess.

Jimin knew what this was about. A deity is making him face his trauma.

The boy looked hurt and he wasn't sure if he could move where he lay on his stomach. It looked like he couldn't see Jimin, neither did the other person in the room.

Beside him, he heard a soft humming and when he turned his head, he saw the middle-aged man who was smiling. A hard lump filled the boy's throat as he watched him buttoning the white shirt. Then their eyes met. His stomach dropped as the other's smile grew wider.

"Give me a kiss before I go."

Jimin's face grew uneasy. He wasn't sure when this was or what was happening.

The boy kept quiet and stared at him, eyes filled with hatred. A chuckle slipped out from the other man's mouth.
"Aw, come on. I did pay for tonight."

There was no answer and the man's smile was gone as he slowly, move away from him. Both arms and legs were shaking as he crawled.

'Seriously, what the fuck is this? Where the fuck am I?' God, Jimin hate every second of this. He knows that he wasn't the one on that bed. He wouldn't even think of doing anything as absurd as this. The boy's whimpered left his mouth as a hand grabbed his hair. Their faces only inches apart from each other.

"Hey, I told you to give me a kiss."

"Fuck off!"

"Filthy whore."

"Let me go. You've had your fun."

"Stop being cocky and do your job."

Before he had time to react he was more or less forced into a kiss, where the other's tongue searched its way into his mouth. Though as it did he bit hard. He could even feel the taste of blood as he did. The grip of his hair loosened and he let go of the tongue before hurrying from the bed. Grabbing his coat and aimed for the door while curses filled the room. He tried to open the door but he was once again felt the hand dragging his hair and he let out a terrified scream as another hand grabbed his throat.

The boy fumbled with the coat and he found a pin as he was pressed against the wall. The grip at his throat getting much tighter. Somehow he manages to aim the sharp end against the man's stomach.

Desperately jamming against the white shirt as hard as he could. A groan was heard but the grip around his throat was still there.

The boy's eyes were flooding as he was fighting for air and simultaneously stabbed him again and again.

Once both hands let go of him, he kept stabbing everywhere he could. Face, chest, and stomach. Even though the man fell to the ground, he kept going. It wasn't until the other stopped moving he stood on all four. His body covered carpet. He had a hard grip of the pin which was covered in blood.

Suddenly, someone barged into the room. There was Jimin, standing there with a face full of terror.

"JIHYUK!"