"Where am I?" A panicked boy was sitting in bed, tied up and blindfolded. He felt the bed sink. "Who are you?" "What do you want?" The figure leant in closer to his ear and whispered. "You." TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains graphic material and contain themes of rape/sexual abuse/non-consensual sex, violence/abuse, and suicide. Please read at your own risk. [IMPORTANT NOTE: WILL BE REWRITING THIS DURING THE SUMMER SO, EXCUSE THE BAD EXECUTION OF SENSITIVE TOPICS, so if you're willing to wait, please hold off on reading this before I've updated it. Thank you 😊] (Will change the story cover as soon as I can, the art is owned by Cynthia Tedy please support them !!) Link to backup copy of story: https://my.w.tt/GRmJ0Uqoi8

I'm the number one. Everyone knows. Everyone accepts. Everyone agrees. Everyone stays by my side. And everyone... is boring. But if someone go against me, I'll make them regret. Don't get in my way. The first place is mine and only mine. And the number one can only be me.

JIMIN+V=VMIN. WHAT YOU SAY?

homeless; it's all taehyung knows. home; it's all taehyung wants.