Hoseok POV

I helped Jin to shove the man into the basement of the house, tie him up and gagged him. I left soon after that, since Seokjin told me he could take care of the man.

Taehyung had been stalled by Jimin when he'd entered the home. "You look pretty hyung! Where did you go?"

"Hobi hyung took me out to dinner." He said. "I needed to get out of the house." Jimin giggled and nodded. Taehyung practically ran away from the kid as soon as he could, which had me confused. Taehyung was always clinging and talking to the boy.

I followed him to his room. He threw the door open and rushed to the bathroom. I furrowed my eyebrows as I heard him throw up.

I knocked on the door to the bathroom. "Hey, Tae...are you okay?" I asked, concerned. He was collapsed on the ground, holding the toilet seat to keep himself upright, his back facing me.

"I'm fine." He managed. He wiped the side of his mouth with his sleeve and got up. I left the bathroom to allow him to clean himself up in private.

He came into the bedroom and threw off the now dirty shirt. He threw a baggy grey one on instead. He also put some sweatpants on and I noticed that his makeup had been scrubbed off.

"Are you sure you're okay? You don't have a fever or anything?"

"I'm not sick." He muttered, collapsing onto the bed. I sat beside him.

"Well, care to explain why you were sick then?"

"It's nothing."

"It isn't nothing. The rest of your missions are going to be like this, Taehyung. It's not healthy for you to throw up everytime. And you haven't even experienced a death yet."

"I think I'd handle that better than this." He muttered.

"Why?" I asked, softly.

He sighed. "It's hard to say." He paused. "Not in the sense of I can't find the words, I know exactly what to say, but I've never talked to anybody about it before. Like, had a deep and personal conversation with anybody before. I wouldn't dare try with my father and Jimin is too young to understand."

I nodded. Taehyung was cracking. Years of not talking to somebody, hiding away his feelings was finally taking its toll on him now that there wasn't a need to bottle everything up. He was a bomb forcing itself not to explode once detonated.

"You can talk to me, Taehyung. To any of us. We're here for you. We're your family now. If you don't want to talk about it now, that's fine, but just know that we're here for you."

"What I did today..." He suddenly said. "Before, I could at least tell myself that I didn't enjoy it, that I was being forced...but...I did this willingly. I approached the man myself and deliberately made myself into some sort of sex object. I didn't know that I could feel more disgusted and ashamed than when I was being fucked by random men almost daily...but I was wrong. And it hurts so much. I'm embarrassed. Disgusted. Ashamed. I feel...there aren't even enough words to describe how I feel."

I suddenly understood. And I felt like a complete idiot at that time. All of us had been completely aware of how Taehyung was used by his father, but none of us had thought of how making him act like a sex object would make him feel.

But there really weren't any words I knew to say that could comfort him. "And you know what the worst part is?" He finally said, continuing. I waited as he paused. He inhaled deeply. "I still need someone to stick their dick up my ass."

Yoongi POV

"Hey babe." I said as Hobi entered the office.

"Yoongs, is it true?" He said quietly. I'd been facing the computer up until then, but I swiveled around in the chair quickly.

"What do you mean?" He found my weed. I knew it. I took a deep breath in and almost began to make an excuse when he went on to say, "About Taehyung?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"That...he needs to be fucked?"

"Did he tell you?"

"Kind of. But I figured you'd know better and he feels like shit right now, so I really didn't think it was the time to pry."

I sighed. "Taehyung doesn't want anyone to know, just to let you know. But yes, he needs to be...fucked about once a week. His body has been trained to go into heat without sexual intercourse after a week."

"But how--"

"I helped him." I muttered.

"You what?" Oh shit. Hoseok narrowed his eyes at me. "Has my baby been cheating on me?" He asked slowly.

"D-daddy." I said suddenly needy. "I-it's not what you think--" I was standing from my chair one moment and in another I was slammed against a wall. I gulped under his intense stare.

"Looks like my baby has been a little naughty it would seem~" he sang in a dark tone.

"Da--" His lips roughly crashed into mine and there wasn't even a pause before his tongue was shoved against my own.

I moaned into him and he pulled away, a thin line of saliva connecting our lips. "Kneel slut." He said. I instantly fell to my knees. I hastily unzipped his pants and pulled them down, letting his cock spring free.

I licked my lips and he chuckled darkly. "Look at my little slut, all ready for me to fuck your mouth." I kissed his tip before engulfing him into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down, running my tongue around him as I went.

He moaned. "Oh fuck, baby your so good~" I glanced up and felt my pants tightening at how his head was thrown back in ecstasy and beads of sweat forming under his chin, running down slowly, teasing me.

The sight caused me to moan, sending vibrations down Hobi's shaft. He wrapped a hand around my hair and pushed me forward. His tip hit the back of my throat and because I had no gag reflex and was extremely horny anyway, I just moaned again, causing him to moan as well.

"F-fuck baby...I'm gonna cum." Seconds later, he filled my mouth up with his sweetness. I swallowed what had entered my mouth and when he pulled out, I eagerly licked up the remains. He pulled me back up to my feet and gripped the inside of my thigh, pinning me against the wall once more.

"Daddy~" I whined, wanting him to touch me.

"I've always wanted to fuck you on your desk. Lean over for me like the needy bitch you are." I was about to do as he commanded when I heard a high pitched voice.

"Yoongi~" we both froze. Jimin stood there, looking at us wide eyed. Luckily, I hadn't pulled Hoseok pants down all the way, only enough for him to come out, and also his back was facing Jimin.

"Fucking cockblocker." I muttered. Hobi choked and then burst out laughing as he hastily fixed his pants. I pulled on a smile and turned to Jimjn.

"Yes, co--I mean baby?"