part one i

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?"

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