Everything had fallen into place, just as he had wanted it to.

He would win, and no one would be the wiser. He always got what he wanted, and what he wanted...

Was for the man in front of him to suffer as much as he could.

And he'd won.

Four Hour Earlier~

Jin watched as Yoongi and Desung interacted. He hated the fact that the two men seemed to be getting along great, like old friend's. JIn felt his stomach curl even thinking about it, thinking about the things that Desung did to him and then looked at Yoongi in the eye and joked around with him, talked to him like they were old friends.

Eventually, Yoongi spotted Jin, hovering around in the entryway to his office and he smiled. "Jin. Come in." Jin did so, but he avoided all eye contact with Desung, who was watching him carefully, making sure he didn't step out of line, didn't say or do anything that would give him away.

But of course Jin never would. The man was too scared, too used to being scared into submission, too used to covering it up, too used to everything. How quickly he'd fallen into old habits and cut himself off from everyone.

Cut himself off from those who could help him.

JIn never forgot how to act, how to be careful when he was around Desung, how he should be. He'd simply tasted a freedom to be with who he wanted, do what he wanted.

A freedom he could never truly have.

Desung rose from his seat across from Yoongi's desk and flashed an award winning smile, facing the two. "I'll leave you two alone for now. I'm sure that you'll be wanting some alone time."

Desung winked at Yoongi, but Jin shivered at the look that crossed over the man's eyes when he faced him. "Be good, you two." He finally said, his eyes still trained right onto Jin, but his tone was light, teasing. "Behave yourselves."

With that he walked out, and Jin shivered from the words the man had uttered. A warning. Yoongi hummed as the man left, immediately pulling Jin into his lap as soon as his office door was shut. "I'm glad he knew that I wanted to be alone." He mused. "I've been waiting to get you alone all day."

Almost all thoughts of Desung left his mind then, everything being consumed by Yoongi.

Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi.

As the man leaned in and kissed him, Jin's mind let the man take over.

The way he touched him, so gently, so lovingly, like he was the only person in the world, like he was the only person that mattered to him.

The way he spoke to him, gentle, loving words that filled his mind and soul with happiness and made him want to scream with joy.

The way he never pressured him to do anything he wasn't comfortable with, always going slow, always making sure that he was comfortable and a hundred percent certain that he wanted to do some things, and if not, backing off without a single comment.

The way he kissed him, so full of love and passion, filling him with a feeling that Jin never thought he could feel. There was no fear, no disgust coursing through him when he was with Yoongi and he wanted to feel like this forever.

He wanted to stay in this moment, click pause on time and just be happy.

Yoongi's kisses trailed downwards, moving from Jin's mouth to his neck, behind his ear, everywhere. Light feathery kisses, nothing like Desung, who attacked him with rough, aggressive lips that always made Jin shiver with disgust.

Jin suddenly pulled away from Yoongi, who looked up at him with concern. "Did I move too fast?" He asked gently, no anger in his voice from being denied access to touching him.

But Jin shook his head. Yoongi had not done anything wrong, but Jin had started to think about Desung while with him and Yoongi was nothing like that monster. He wanted nothing to do with him, and he certainly didn't want to be thinking of him when he was with the man he loved.

Loved.

Jin loved Yoongi, an emotion he'd never felt for someone other than his brother. A feeling so dear to him, so intimate.

And Jin wanted to show him, tell him, he wanted Yoongi to know how much he appreciated all that he had done for him. The bad memories, the fear, the terror, all of it washed away when Jin was with him and he loved the man for it. How comforting he was, a safe blanket, a pillow.

Jin slid off of Yoongi's lap and smiled. "Hyung." He whispered softly. "Hyung, thank you...for everything."

Yoongi looked up at the younger and smiled. "You don't have to thank me, Jin."

"I do. I want to. Let me thank you." Jin whispered, suddenly leaning down and capturing the older man's lips on his own. He sank to his knees, between Yoongi's legs, his hands hovering over the male's thighs uncertainly.

Yoongi broke the kiss, inhaling a deep breath. "You really don't have to, Jin. I don't want you to feel like you have to."

But Jin merely shook his head. "I want to." He said, no hesitation in his voice, just mere determination. Yoongi smiled softly and swept his hand through Jin's hair, moving it away from his eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asked softly. Jin nodded his head slowly.

"I'm sure."

Yoongi nodded and allowed Jin to continue, but made sure to watch every move the man made, checking for any signs of hesitation. He didn't want Jin to do this because he thought he had to, he wanted Jin to do this only if he wanted to.

Jin slowly reached up and let his hands move and unbuckle Yoongi's belt, pulling the fly down and moving the articles of clothing out of the way. There hadn't been much stimulation before that, so Yoongi stood there, only half hard. Not that Jin minded.

He wrapped his hand around the man's length and slid it up and down slowly, getting a feel for Yoongi, his body, and his reactions. He wanted the older to feel good, and he wanted to take his time with the man, learning what made him feel good, what made him moan and what made him squirm.

He continued as Yoongi grunted out a few breaths relaxing further into his chair. Eventually Jin leaned forward, licking the slit experimentally, tasting some of the precome leaking out. Yoongi inhaled a sharp breath, looking down just as Yoongi took the head into his mouth.

"Fuck..." He whispered. Jin hummed, pushing his head further down, enveloping his length more and more, bobbing his head slightly as he moved further and further down, letting his throat relax to get used to the intrusion.

Yoongi let his hand fall gently to Jin's hair, entangling his fingers into the strands, but doing nothing more. Not pulling, not pushing, just tangled within the strands. His other hand gently caressed the side of Jin's face as he went.

Yoongi muttered small words of praise, as well as soft moans as Jin continued moving, gently suckling on the length, his tongue swirling around the underside. His eyes were closed, his mind solely focused on the task of making Yoongi feel good.

"Shit...baby." Jin whispered gently, looking down at Jin. "I'm gonna--" Jin hummed in acknowledgement and only suctioned his lips tighter, moving his head faster as Yoongi released a low string of curses.

Jin swallowed everything he was given when Yoongi finally came, moaning as he rutted his hips gently into Jin's mouth, riding out his orgasm. When Yoongi pulled out, the first thing he did was pull Jin to his feet and clash their lips together in a passionate kiss.

Jin hummed into the kiss, but gasped when he felt a hand press against his crotch, his own hardened member straining against the fabric of his pants. "Thank you, baby." Yoongi whispered, resting his forehead against Jin's and smiling at him. Jin smiled shyly, a blush coating his cheeks.

Yoongi lifted Jin until he was seated on the desk and unzipped his pants, pulling them down as he reattached his lips to the younger's. He wrapped his hand firmly around Jin's length and began to pump slowly, wanting to build up the pleasure Jin was feeling, wanting to give back what he had been given.

Jin moaned, collapsing against Yoongi's chest, clutching his shirt as pleasure ripped through his body. It was a new experience for him, receiving pleasure from anything he'd done with someone, but he supposed since the only other person he'd ever been with was Desung, it made sense.

Jin choked out a moan as he came, clenching his eyes shut at the waves of pleasure coursing through him.

And for once...Jin didn't feel dirty or used. He just felt...nice.

He felt nice and that was what mattered. Jin smiled as Yoongi cleaned him up and then helped him to redress when his legs were still wobbly. He kissed Jin's forehead gently before pulling away.

"You have some lessons to attend with Yejun." Yoongi whispered. "But come back after." Jin wanted to skip. Oh how he wanted to just stay and forget about Desung and his lessons and his 'special' lessons after. But he couldn't. Because he still had Yejun to think about, Yejun to protect.

So with a dejected sigh, he nodded, standing.

"Hey..." Yoongi whispered when Jin reached the door, about to leave. Jin turned, waiting for him to say what he needed to. But Yoongi shook his head slightly. "I want to tell you something after this. So don't be late." Yoongi smiled, thinking about the surprise he had.

The confession he had to make.

Jin smiled and nodded, walking out of the room and down the hall towards the music room. He found Yejun already there, Desung going over some basic scales as a warm up. Neither of the two made any indication that they knew Jin had walked in, so the man took his usual seat in the back corner, dreading what Desung would have to say after Yejun ran from the room, off to play like he usually did. Because Desung always had something to say. And it was always something Jin knew he wouldn't like.

Jin waited and waited, dreading every second that the lesson dragged on.

Until it was over. Desung dismissed Yejun and the boy waved at Jin, before rushing from the room, eager to play with a new toy that Jungkook had recently bought for him.

Jin bit his bottom lip, his gaze instantly diverting to the ground as he felt Desung approaching him from the piano. His first instinct was to run.

But he couldn't. His muscles wouldn't move, too paralyzed with the familiar fear overcoming his body. Something he was accustomed to.

Something he hated.

Desung came to stand before Jin, glaring down at the man with disgust written in his features. "You really are a slut." He finally said, after some moments of uncomfortable silence. Jin wanted to bite back, but again, the fear he held for this man kept him silent, unmoving.

"You're a slut. Come on, let me hear you say it." The man got close to his face, leaning down and smiling when he flinched a bit. "Say it." He growled when Jin remained quiet, not saying a word.

"I-I'm a slut." Jin managed to squeak out, feeling unshed tears already pooling in his eyes. This was nothing like Yoongi, nothing like the pure comfort and love he felt. Jin was just afraid, but he knew that that was how Desung liked him. Afraid and helpless.

"Yes. Yes, you are. And that's all you'll ever be. A useless and unfaithful slut, who'll spread your legs for anybody that even looks at you. Tell me, does it feel good, getting filled up nice and good everyday? Am I not good enough for you? Well, of course not, even back then when you were nothing but a pathetic bitch who would lay there and cry you would be unfaithful to me. You're an ungrateful little cunt who will never be sated. Always begging for cock, needing to be stuffed full."

Jin registered somewhere in his mind that these words could be used as foreplay, in some world, some way to spark the mood, make him aroused. But all these words did were make him more afraid, more disgusted with himself.

"You want to be ungrateful? You want to be nothing more than a slut, a sex doll for men to use to their pleasure? Fine." Jin cried out as Desung grabbed him by the hair and dragged him to the floor. The man then took the seat that Jin had just been sitting in, unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants down, grabbing his cock and putting it out for Jin. "Come here, slut." He growled.

Jin eyed the thing that had violated him in so many ways. Desung rarely got sexual with him these days, mostly using words and a fist, but now he was getting more and more demanding and Jin just knew, he knew in the back of his mind that things were about to get a hundred times worse for him.

Jin slowly crawled forward, his mind preprogrammed to tell him that he didn't have a choice in whether he wanted this or not. That he would have to do it regardless, Desung would make him, and that the consequences of not doing what the man wanted would be far worse than simply holding his tongue and doing whatever the man bidded him to do.

So Jin did it. He crawled over, letting the man grab his hair roughly, pulling it so there was a burn in his scalp, like his hair was being pulled out. Jin whimpered and opened his mouth slowly, his jaw trembling as Desung shoved his head down.

He gagged, choked, and tried to pull away, but all that got was a harsh slap to his face and a cock deeper down his throat. "Don't you fucking dare move away from me you little slut." Desung growled warningly. Jin whined, still gagging around the intrusion, but otherwise didn't move. Desung sighed and leaned back in the seat, his hands finally loosening their ironclad grip on Jin's hair. "There, now why don't you show me how sorry you are for being unfaithful, little bitch?"

Jin sniffled, nodding slowly before bobbing his head slowly.

But before he could move much, the door slammed open. Jin quickly moved off of Desung and turned, wanting to know who it was. Mortified if Yejun would walk in and see him in such a position.

But the one standing there wasn't Yejun.

It was Yoongi.