One Night | BTS FF

Chapter 31

I'm going to be holding off on Taehyung's POV for a bit until the other's story has progressed a bit and Taehyung's parts aren't just fluff and actually progress the story too.

~Jimin's POV~

He actually did it. He left me there all night. And all night I was fucked by a fucking machine that only knew one speed. By morning time all of my limbs hurt and my ass was chafed and extremely sore. Tears ran down my cheeks and some already stained them. I was extremely cold, too. The ground in front of me was covered in cum. I was laying in him the chains as the machine still pounded me inside, but I didn't feel anymore pleasure. Only immense pain.

Whenever the basement door opened, I screamed loudly as Yoongi frowned and covered his ears. He approached me, and whenever he came close I tried to bite him. He stopped the machine, and I gasped in pain as he slipped it out. He moved it aside, and began to unlock my chains, starting with my feet and then the collar. Whenever he unlocked the chains holding me to the ceiling, my knees buckled at the weight put on them. I gasped and panted as pain rushed throughout my body. Yoongi caught me before I hit the floor and mumbled in my ear, "I assume you've learned your lesson?"

"..I hate you." I whispered as fresh tears started to fall. He just fake smiled and drug me alongside him, forcing me to limp up the stairs. I shivered and clung to him, for both warmth and so I wouldn't fall down the stairs. He pulled me up to his room, and tried to lay me down on his bed. But I slapped his hands away and fell to the floor. I winced as pain shot through my body, and I whimpered on the floor. Yoongi frowned down at me and tried to pick me up, but I smacked away his hands.

"Just leave me alone. I don't need your help." I spat, and tried to lift myself up. But my limbs were still weak from lack of circulation all night. Yoongi watched my pitiful attempts to get up, but he just sighed and tried to help me again. I went to smack his arms away, but I missed. Both of our eyes widened whenever my hand hit his cheek hard, one of my nails snagging his skin in the process and scratching his face. I felt bad for hitting him like that, but I wasn't willing to show it.

He glared at me as he gingerly touched his red cheek. "You want me to leave you alone so badly? Then get the fuck out of my house." He spat, and stormed off out of the room. I heard the front door slam, and I gulped as I crawled over to the dresser. I pulled out some of my clothes and clenched my teeth through the pain as I pulled on some clothes. Then, I crawled back to the bed where my phone laid from yesterday. I picked it up and called Seokjin.

To my disappointment and annoyance, he didn't pick up. I sighed, and tried Taehyung and Hoseok's phone numbers. But they didn't pick up either. They must be in class right now. Which I was missing because of Yoongi. I sighed, and began to try to massage my sore body to get my blood flowing. Giving up on that, I sighed and drug my body back to the dresser. I grabbed some extra clothes and snatched some other things from Yoongi's room, before I slowly managed to push myself up. I stumbled as I walked slowly on my still sleeping legs. I held tightly onto the stair railing as I went down the stairs, and I called a taxi so Yoongi wouldn't be able to track my car later. Then I turned off my phone.

Whenever the taxi arrived, I told them to take me to a hotel on the other side of the city. The driver gave me the once over like he didn't believe I could afford that ride, but I flashed the credit card Yoongi gave me and he stopped looking and drove. I could feel the driver's eyes on me every once and a while, eyeing my chafed neck and wrists. Whenever we arrived at the hotel and I finished paying, I frowned whenever the driver turned and asked, "Are you a prostitute? Cause I would pay well for some of that action." He said, and I gave him a disgusted glare.

"I'm not a fucking prostitute, you creep." I spat, as I slowly eased my way out of the car. I slammed his door and tried my best to not look like I just walked out of a horror movie as I stumbled into the hotel. The employees all gave me weird looks as I went to the front desk. I got a room with my own money so Yoongi wouldn't be able to see the history on it. Then I stumbled to the elevator and went to the room. I collapsed down on the bed, and groaned as I sank into it. I felt disgusting, but I didn't feel like taking a shower right now. I ended up falling asleep on the bed minutes after laying down.