Jungkook

Jimin

Jungkook's POV

Girls.

They were everywhere. And to me, they were everything.

They were sex, entertainment, money, and service all at the same time, doing whatever I wanted them to just so they could get me up their a$s.

"Ah, Jungkook, you're so good at this~" Mia moaned, still bouncing herself on my co¢k even though I had already came.

"I'm not even doing anything." I chuckled, looking down at her as soft moans escaped my lips.

Girls looked so beautiful, too. Their breasts sticking out, their curvy hips, their slender bodies and perfect frames...

All I could stare at was her body as she slowed her pace, her thighs soaked in her own ¢um as she finally stopped her movements, crawling off of me before laying down on my bed.

"Yah, you're going to ruin my sheets..." I grumbled, sitting up as I reached down to take off my ¢ondom. She just rolled her eyes, getting off of the bed and reaching for her clothes.

"Can I use your shower?"

"No," I said, cocking a brow at her as I threw away the wasted rubber into my trash bin.

She scoffed, pulling on her black th0ng and bra as she glared at me.

"Well, everyone's right about you."

"Oh?" I hummed, sliding into my own boxers.

"You're good at sex, but you have such an attitude and short temper." she said.

"Shut the **** up." I growled, throwing her shirt at her. "I don't care what people have to say about me."

She just smirked, pulling on her pants and shirt before blowing me a kiss.

"And that's why people love you~"

"Whoa, Mia?!" Tyler smiled, clapping me on the back. I shrugged his shoulder off, nodding in response.

"How was she?" He asked again, biting his lower lip as we walked down the sidewalk.

"Eh, she was alright." I said, puckering my lips. "She wasn't very tight, though. She's had too many di¢ks up her a$s."

He laughed at that, once again clapping me on the back.

"Stop doing that!" I said, smacking his hand away.

"Calm down, no harm done." he said, slowing down as we arrived at his house. "See you tomorrow at school!"

"Duh." I replied, giving him a small wave as I walked down to my own house.

The air was cold this time of year, and I shivered, running a hand through my hair.

As I walked up to my house, I furrowed my brows, looking over at the porch.

Me and my aunt live alone in our house... so...

Who was this dude sitting on my porch?

"Hey!" I yelled, walking up to him. He jolted at my words, instantly looking up.

His face was all bruised and red, and I cringed, looking down his body. He was well dressed, though, with a blue, silk blouse and dress pants.

"What the **** are you doing at my house?" I growled, grabbing the collar of his shirt and yanking him onto his feet.

He widened his eyes, his hands just laying limp at his side. He wasn't even fighting back or resisting, just staring at me fearfully.

"Are you fucking mute?! Answer me!" I yelled, shoving him backwards.

He stumbled a few steps before catching himself, frowning a bit as he slowly looked up to my chest.

I clenched my jaw in anger, striding up to him and grabbing roughly onto his hair, which was surprisingly soft. I yanked his head up, and he whined, looking up at me finally.

God, was he handsome....

"P-please, that hurts..." he said quietly, his bottom lip starting to wobble. I instantly let go of his hair, and he looked back down to my chest silently.

"So you can talk." I said, crossing my arms. "Then tell me what you're doing here, and why you're all beat up before I report you to the cops."

"I can't go to the cops." He said, tears forming in his eyes as he rubbed his arms up and down. "They'll find me and take me back..."

"What the hell..." I muttered, reaching past him to open my front door. "Well, get your a$s inside then."

He slowly nodded, taking small steps until he was inside of my house, keeping his gaze lowered.

I walked in behind him, pushing him further inside my home so I could close the door.

I sighed, throwing my backpack onto the floor and grabbing his arm tightly in my hand, leading him up the stairs so my aunt wouldn't see him.

I shoved him into my room, and he stumbled forward, still hugging himself for warmth.

"So, what's your deal." I said, closing and locking my bedroom door. "Who are you? Where are you from? And who are you running from?"

"Jimin..." he said quietly, his head still hanging low. "My name is Jimin..."

"Mind answering the last two questions??" I said sharply, impatience swelling in my chest as I waited.

"I-I don't know where I'm from..." he said, his voice breaking as he spoke. "And I'm running from bad people..."

Suddenly, he was crying, sniffling silently as he just stood in front of me. I just stared at him, slowly moving closer.

Could I comfort him? Should I?

But I don't even know him...

"I'm s-so sorry," he said, walking past me and unlocking my door.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I said, grabbing his shoulder and yanking him backwards.

His body jolted at my touch, and he flinched away from me, more tears falling from his eyes as he silently cried.

I bit my bottom lip in thought, curiously reaching out to touch his side. He flinched again, backing away from me as his head hung even lower, staring at the ground.

He was scared of me... he was all beat up... he hated my touch...

"You were abused, weren't you?"

Jungkook's POV

Jimin didn't respond, biting his lower lip as he tried to stifle his cries.

The way that he was ignoring me and being so weak... it should be pissing me the fu¢k off!

But something about him... I just didn't feel like being angry at this boy.

"Answer me." I said, crossing my arms again.

He slowly nodded, hugging himself even tighter.

So the bruises weren't only on his face... they were probably all over his body.

"Strip, Jimin, and I'll get some medical stuff." I mumbled, going into my bathroom. He didn't respond, but I watched for a bit as he unbuttoned his shirt.

I reached under the sink, screaming for the right supplies. Band-Aids? Neosporin?

I just grabbed it all, going back out to Jimin.

Jimin had done just what I said, except he had gotten completely *****, and didn't even have underwear on!

And to top of off, he was on his knees, his hands behind his back as he looked down, his hair falling in front of his eyes.

"Fu¢k! Jimin, I didn't mean get ***** and..." I paused, my words drifting off as my eyes wandered down his body.

He had a perfect set of abs, with muscular arms and thighs along with them. And I couldn't help as my eyes rested on his dic-

Get it together, Jungkook! You're not fu¢king gay!

"What were you, a sex slave or some sh!t?! Put your boxers back on!" I yelled, dropping the supplies as I stared wide eyed at him.

"I-I don't wear boxers, sir." he said, taking a deep, shaky breath. My heart literally skipped a beat when he said sir, and I clenched my fists together, looking over at his clothes.

Sure enough, he didn't wear boxers.

He wore Iingerie.

"Jesus..." I said, going over to him. Bruises and cuts lined his entire body, going all the way down to his legs. I sighed as I looked down at him, slowly crouching down. "What did they do to your poor body?"

He didn't respond, shifting uncomfortably as he slowly looked at me, his dark gaze meeting mine. "Please don't take me back."

"Hey, I may be a b!tch, but I'm not a monster." I said, standing up and offering him my hand.

He stared at it for a few moments before slowly taking it in his own, letting me pull him to his feet.

He didn't let go of my hand, so I yanked it away, going over to my closet to give him a pair of boxers. "Put these on."

He nodded, sliding easily into them before looking up at me, as if expecting something.

I refused to look back at him, going over to the medical supplies and sighing. A band-aid won't heal bruises...

"Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?" I said, looking over at him. He shook his head, sniffling softly still as he ran a hand through his hair.

He couldn't sleep downstairs, or my aunt would see him... so, he'd have to sleep in my room.

"Fine. I guess my bed is big enough." I said, pulling back the blanket. "Get over here."

He slowly approached me, standing by my side as he stared at the bed. "I can't sleep here..."

"Why the fu¢k not??" I said, glaring at him. Was it not good enough? Was he being that stubborn even though I'm letting him sleep under my roof?!

"Because I shouldn't sleep on something as nice as a bed..." He said, slowly sitting down on the floor. "I should sleep here."

I stared at him blankly, clenching my fists. "Is that how they treat you? Like you're a peasant or slave who isn't worthy of anything?!" I barked, grabbing his wrist and yanking him onto his feet. "You're a man! You don't let people tell you otherwise!" I yelled, anger building up inside me. "You deserve to lay on a bed just as much as anyone else, so fucking get up there!" I said, smacking his a$s.

He jumped at that, and with a quick nod he shakily crawled onto the bed, laying down right in the middle as he looked over at me.

I huffed, running a hand through my hair as I got out of my jeans before laying down with my back to him, tiredly closing my eyes.

I would deal with this in the morning. Tonight, I would just sleep...

I felt the bed move next to me as Jimin scooted closer, his back pressing against mine as he got comfortable. I sighed, trying to move further away.

Jimin was warm, though, so I stopped, letting my body relax back against his as I slowly fell asleep.

Jungkook's POV

I woke up to my blaring arm, groaning as I hugged my pillow tighter to my chest.

"Hey Siri, turn the fu¢k off." I said, smiling when the alarm went quiet.

My pillow was oddly warm this morning, so I pulled it closer, finding comfort in it's warmth. The events of last night very slowly filled my head, and when Jimin popped into my mind, I instantly opened my eyes.

It wasn't a pillow, it was Jimin!

My arms and legs were wrapped around his small body, hugging him like a monkey. Did I do that in my sleep??

I instantly sat up, placing a hand on his shoulder as my leg was still wrapped around his waist.

He slept quietly, curled into himself with his bangs falling in front of his eyes. His bruised body slowly rose and fell with each of his ready breaths, and his warm body seemed even warmer now that I realized how close we were.

His face... I wanted to see his face again. Was he really as handsome as I thought he was, or was I just tired after last night?

Slowly, I reached forward, combing my fingers through his hair and leaning forward to peek at his face.

My heart nearly skipped a beat at the sight of him, and I bit my bottom lip as my eyes grazed over his face.

There were only a few bruises on his cheeks, and they weren't very big. His handsome features still shine through, and I couldn't help but admire him.

He was even more handsome than me...

No! No one was as handsome as me!!

"Mm..." he groaned softly, slowly starting to wake up. I jumped, my leg tightening around him as I instantly put my hand back on his shoulder, unable to look away from him.

He slowly opened his eyes, rubbing them a bit before rolling onto his other side, his face buried in my chest.

I widened my eyes at that, staring down at him in shock. I didn't even let girls cuddle me. They were only for $ex. Strictly for pleasure. There was no need for cute roman-

"Goodmorning sir." he said quietly, keeping his face in my chest.

"Don't call me that." I said, even though my body was screaming the opposite. "My name is Jungkook."

"Goodmorning... Kookie." he said instead.

I hit his shoulder at that. No one could just go off and give me nicknames!

He jumped at that, instantly pulling away from my chest and keeping his gaze down. Guilt filled my chest as I remembered how he said he was abused, and I slowly set my hand on his shoulder to soothingly rub it. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.."

"Why are you sorry?" he said quietly. "You're allowed to hit me as much as you want."

"No!" I yelled, propping myself up on my elbow. "Do you know how wrong that is, Jimin? The people who hurt you are going to fu¢king burn in heIl!"

He didn't respond, looking up at me very slowly. "I like you."

I widened my eyes, instantly pulling my hand away from him. "What??"

"You're a good person." he said, looking right at my eyes as he spoke. "I hated those bad men... but I like you."

I sighed in relief, thinking that he had just confessed or something for a minute. He just meant that he liked me as a friend.

"So I would happily let you do whatever you want with me." he said, nodding his head.

"What are you talking about??" I said, my heart racing in my chest. Why was I getting so worked up over him? My body was literally panicking at his words, trying to figure out if he meant it $exually or not.

But that shouldn't excite me like it was. I should be turned off by the thought of fu¢king him...

"My purpose in life is only to serve others." he said, continuing to look at my face. "The only reason I'm alive is to make others happy."

"Jimin..." I said slowly, reaching down to move his hair out of his eyes. "Is that what people tell you?"

He just nodded, a small smile on his face. "My mom told me that."

"Fu¢k your mom!" I growled, sitting up straight. "What kind of bullshit is that?!"

"But-"

"Jimin, your purpose in life is to make yourself happy, you hear me?" I said, glaring down at him. "And that's a fu¢king order!"

He nodded, frowning softly as he looked down. "Oh..."

"Jesus, people are crazy..." I muttered, looking over at my window. Whoever hurt Jimin... whoever told him he was nothing...

They better be prepared for what I'm going to do once I met them.