Jimin awoke the next morning to his phone blowing up with notifications. It was J-Hope. That annoying little piece of- "20 f*cking minutes?! It takes me 20 minutes to find motivation to even get out of bed!" Jimin talked to himself as he jumped out of bed. J-Hope had texted him saying they were all coming over for breakfast, because RM was trying to eat Jin out, and they were all broke. Or so he said. "And why always my house?" He scoffed to himself, frantically changing into an oversized hoodie with black jeans. 

"Why the actual f*ck do I not have bacon?" He asked, looking through his refrigerator to find something to make breakfast with. He didn't feel like spending money right now. "What the f*ck?~" He whined, now desperate to find bacon. "But I wuv bacon~" He whined even more, pouting as he stood up. He huffed in defeat, accepting the fact he didn't have his favorite food. "J-Hope's gonna pay me back." He scoffed as he grabbed his wallet, slipped on his shoes, and left for the store. He was so eager to get bacon, he forgot to lock the door. 

Jimin did the classic, buying more than he needed at the store. He bought pancake mix, bacon, and a lot of different ice-cream's for absolutely no reason. While leaving the store, the bag in his right hand got lighter, and it was no longer in his hand any more. "DON'T STEAL MY F*CKING BACON!" He screamed, immediately turning to his right, thinking he was getting robbed. "I'm not, Jimin. I'll carry it to your car for you, if that's okay." Kyungmin laughed, smiling at Jimin sweetly. Oh. He didn't seem like a bad person. Ain't he nice.

"Yeah, that's okay." Jimin laughed, looking down at the concrete shyly. "Where's your car?" Kyungmin asked, scanning the parking lot. "D-down there." Jimin pointed down one of the aisle's. 

Kyungmin walked alongside Jimin to his car, carrying the bag of breakfast items. "Sorry for yelling at you. I thought I was getting robbed." Jimin laughed nervously, staring down at the black concrete as they walked. "Oh that's okay. I would've too." Kyungmin smiled. "So, that stranger at the gym yesterday. What's the V stand for?" Jimin questioned the other, looking up. "I'm not sure. He's kind of a secret person." Kyungmin answered. 

"What's he do? L-like, his job." Jimin asked him, wanting to know more about V. "I...have never asked. But he's always really busy and out a lot." Kyungmin told him, looking him in his eyes. "What's 2-9?" Jimin asked. He noticed how Kyungmin mentally froze, and looked like he was trying to figure out what to say. Maybe he didn't know. "Sorry-" "Is this your car?" He asked, nodding toward a silver car who's taillights blinked as Jimin pressed a small button. "Yeah." Jimin nodded. 

Kyungmin nicely handed Jimin the grocery bag he was carrying, and Jimin placed the two bags in the back seat. 

The side door was suddenly slammed shut, almost trapping Jimin's small fingers, and Jimin was pushed against it. "You just have to know everything, don't you?" Kyungmin whispered against Jimins' ear. Jimin could hear the tone of his voice change from happy to scary in an instant, and panicked as his back was faced to him. A click was heard, and a heavy object was placed against his temple. "Let go!" Jimin yelled as his hands were pulled harshly behind his back. Cars were parked to the left and right of his, so it wasn't like anyone could see to help him. 

Jimin squirmed and struggled as hands were wrapped around his waist. "Get-!" "Just let me touch you, baby boy, and you won't be hurt." Kyungmin whispered seductively, pressing the heavy object against the scared boy's temple harder. "NO! Let me go!" Jimin yelped, kicking Kyungmin in his ankle hard. "Shh, baby. You don't want hurt, do you?" Kyungmin asked, kissing Jimin's neck. "No- HELP!" Jimin screamed, trying to escape Kyungmin's tight and strong grip. 

Kyungmin pressed his right hand over Jimins' mouth, and the heavy object was revealed. 

A silver pistol. 

He pressed the exiting part of the gun to Jimin's pink lips, a disgusting metal taste forming on his lips. "That click you heard, yeah. It's loaded. All I have to do is pull this trigger." Kyungmin told him. Jimin's jaw was forced open, and the gun was placed fully in his mouth, with the exiting part facing upwards. Jimin gagged at the big object, and tears began to leak out from his eyes out of fear. A horrible metal taste filled his mouth, staining his tongue. Kyungmin tightened his grip around the boys' waist, and began to palm him through his jeans. 

Jimin started crying a bit more, unable to scream for help. He pushed his waist back, in attempt to get Kyungmins' hand off of his dick. Regret flooded over him as he felt Kyungmin through his pants, pressed against his a*s. "You want me to ruin you, baby? Okay." Kyungmin smirked, unbuttoning Jimin's jeans. Jimin tried to say something- anything. But the gun in his mouth prevented even some of his cries to escape. Jimin kicked his lower leg with all of his strength, right on the bone. Kyungmin cursed under his breath, squeezing Jimin's length as a punishment. 

Jimin's eyes now burned as he cried, choking on the gun and his cries, making it hard to breathe. His jaw began to ache from being forced and held open the way it was, and Jimin knew the metal taste would never leave his mouth. "I can't wait to see my cum drip out of you."

Jimin squirmed around as much as he could, in attempt to avoid Kyungmin holding him still to touch him. His jeans were pulled down past his a*s, and the cold air made his whole body shiver. He knew Kyungmin's pants were already down, or off, and his boxers as well. The grip around his waist got even tighter as a hand was slipped inside his boxers. Jimin cried, and continued to fight until he was hit in the back of his head. His vision blurred, and his ears rang. The hand inside his boxers was removed, but both his jeans and boxers were as well. 

Jimin screamed as something was forced inside him, causing him to gag on the gun more, to the point where he felt he might throw up. "You're already loving my fingers so much~ Wait for daddy's cock, baby." Kyungmin snickered as he began scissoring the crying boy. Pain violently stabbed Jimin's entire body, especially between his legs. It pained him so much, his legs began going numb from pain. 

A crack was heard, and the grip loosened around his waist. Jimin watched as the silver gun fell to the concrete blacktop, with his saliva covering the end. Kyungmin's fingers were removed from inside of him, and a thud was heard next to him. His boxers and jeans were suddenly both pulled up. Well, for the most part. Jimin spun around out of shock and fear, and was faced with:

V.

Kyungmin lay on the dark blacktop with his shirt slipped up, and his jeans pulled down, revealing his dark blue boxers. He was obviously knocked out. "W-wh-" "Sh*t, f*ck- are you okay? Are you hurt, did he hurt you? What did he do? He didn't touch you, right?" V asked the frozen boy frantically with a look of worry on his face. Jimin fell into V's embrace, hugging him tightly as he continued to cry. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe now. Take a breath for me, okay?" V instructed him, giving him a secure hug. "T-t-thank y-you." Jimin cried against his chest. "I've got you." 

Jimin woke up again in someone's arms, and saw his apartment door in front of him. He felt a hand on his hip, and started freaking out as a shiny object came into his view. "Hey, it's okay, kitten. I'm just getting your key-" "What the f*ck did you do?!" Jin yelled, cutting off V. "Nothing, I swear. I found him passed out next to his car at the grocery story." V lied, looking up at Jin with an honest face. "Then why the f*ck are you carrying him- what did you do to him?!" Jin yelled, ignoring everything V just said. Jimin felt himself being moved, but he didn't want to be separated from the mysterious warmth. 

"N-nwo~" Jimin whimpered loudly, doing grabby-hands back to his source of warmth. "How-" "I'm carrying him because he was passed out, and I'm telling you, I didn't do anything to him." V repeated, deepening his voice at the end. Jimin almost started crying again when his source of warmth was getting farther and farther away, and made sure everyone knew he was about to cry. Jin handed a whiny Jimin back to the stranger cautiously, extremely confused and scared. "Min Yoongi get your a*s here right now!" Jin yelled back into Jimin's apartment, causing Jimin to whine at the loud noise, but squealed happily as his warmth returned. 

"Dat's bad wod." Jimin scolded toward Jin. "I-I'm sorry, baby. I know it's a bad word. Daddy's sorry." Jin apologized as Suga appeared behind him. "Are you two together or somethin'?" V asked, looking at Jimin and Jin. "You f*cker, that's- no. Get your a*s inside." Jin told him, trying to be nice so he wouldn't do anything to Jimin. "What the f*ck do you want, and who the hell is that?" Suga asked Jin, looking the stranger who was holding Jimin up and down. "Dat's bad wod!" Jimin scolded him cutely. "Oh. That's a problem. Um, hi, I'm Suga, get yourself inside." Suga smiled sweetly at the stranger; something he never did. V carried a suddenly very clingy Jimin inside, and sat himself on one of the couches.

"I didn't think he was-" "Neither did I. Maybe he only slips when he's alone?" Jin suggested to Suga as he closed the front door. "He did a good job at covering it up."

"He was passed out?! Why the f*ck didn't you take him to the hospital?!" J-Hope yelled at the stranger in the house. "I was not passed out-" "Yes you were, kitten. Now sh." V shushed the frustrated Jimin. "Sh*t your voice is deep. F*ck me." Jin laughed at the stranger. "No." V responded firmly. "Guys, shut your gay a*s f*cked up selves up. This is V, and he saved me from getting raped." Jimin told them with an annoyed face. "Wait, wha-" "YOU'RE THE PERSON WHO GAVE MY BABY A HICKEY?! OH YOU MOTHER F-" "Calm the f*ck down!" V interrupted a screaming Jin. "I'm leaving now that he's safe. And my name isn't V." The stranger told them as he walked over to the front door, and left. 

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