I am so sorry for the amount of time that it took me to update. I got a little busy and then just dropped off the face of the Earth for a few weeks.xD But I'm back and I will be updating once a week again!:D Once again, I apologize for the long wait.

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Yoongi stared at Jimin, frightened by his tone as he glanced back down at Taehyung. "Y-You told me to watch him..."

Jimin thought for a moment as he approached the both of them. "Huh? Did I?" he asked, rather confused now. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he lifted Taehyung's head into a more upright position. Taehyung stubbornly pushed the cup away from his face as Jimin brought it closer once again. Jimin sighed in exasperation. "Drink the damn medicine," he stated, pushing it closer to Taehyung's lips. "You'll sleep better after taking it."

Yoongi watched as the two fought back and forth about Taehyung drinking whatever Jimin had mixed over there. Jimin won the argument though as Jimin forced the liquid down Taehyung's throat, compelling him to swallow it by pinching the bridge of Taehyung's nose and holding a hand over his mouth. Eventually, Taehyung swallowed the drink as he coughed and sputtered to catch his breath. "See, that wasn't so bad," he stated, ushering Yoongi to leave the room once again. Jimin silently shut the door behind them, knowing Taehyung would sleep much better now.

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Taehyung stared up at the ceiling groggily. When had he fallen asleep? He couldn't remember, and he certainly didn't understand why or how. He sat up slowly, his entire body aching for some reason as he grabbed his head to keep his room from spinning any more, but that certainly didn't help him any. He groaned softly in pain as he pushed the blankets off of him, a cold sheen of sweat covering his body from the fever. He felt horrendous, disgusting, and utterly annoyed with this sick feeling that plagued him. He didn't need this right now, certainly not with an important contributor coming to visit today.

He knew Jimin couldn't handle that on his own. Any time Jimin so much as looked at Hoseok, Taehyung was aware that the other was utterly terrified of the man. Who wouldn't be terrified of someone that threatened your very existence because of who you work for?

Taehyung slowly shuffled to his feet, feeling even dizzier now as he stood. The ruckus outside his door was an indication that something was a-miss. He was sure because Jimin could be terrifying and far more authoritative when it came to Taehyung's health.

Before he could react to what was going on outside his door, he heard a loud cry from Jimin. "Don't go in there! You'll---" Although, the sentence was cut short by the door bursting open noisily.

Taehyung stood in his boxers, staring at his surprise visitor with a stern expression. He couldn't show weakness. Not in front of Hoseok as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Ah, Hoseok... I see you're as impulsive as ever. Can't even let me get dressed, can you?" Taehyung asked, shifting his weight onto his right side.

Hoseok's eyes narrowed seductively as his eyes wandered up and down Taehyung's exposed body. "Mmm, someone looks good without clothes on," he noted, shutting the door in Jimin's face. "Where is my drug, Taehyung? You didn't forget to make it, did you?"

Taehyung softly shook his head, trying not to make the room spin any more than it already was. "I didn't forget. I just need an extension... It's... It's not quite done yet," he responded hesitantly, almost afraid of what Hoseok would do.

Hoseok stared at Taehyung with dark eyes, a mixture of lust and anger at the moment. "What was that? Did you just ask for an extension on a drug, that mind you, I've already given you additional time to complete? Are you entirely incapable of doing your job?" he asked, yelling as he picked up the cup of flowers and hurled them at Taehyung's head.

Barely did Taehyung manage to move his head out of the way of the flying glass, only for it to shatter on the column of his bed frame. Glass shards scattered on the floor and on his bed, surely about to cut his skin soon as he stared at the mess. He glanced back over at Hoseok with an annoyed expression.

"Come to daddy," Hoseok beckoned, curling his finger to call Taehyung closer. "And we'll work out this little argument my way. You get daddy to cum, and I'll give you that extension you want so bad."

Taehyung stood there, his head still spinning as he shook his head slowly, his sun-kissed skin flushed from head to toe. Although, he knew Hoseok didn't care about the way he felt right now. "Why don't you come to me?" he whispered seductively, brushing his sweat matted hair off of his forehead. He licked his lips sensually just once and that was enough to have Hoseok pushing him into his mattress with pure lust in his eyes. The glass cutting into his beautiful skin as he stared up at Hoseok.

Hoseok leaned down slowly, thinking he was teasing Taehyung, but he was only prolonging the inevitable. Taehyung just wanted it to be over already, but he needed that extension to be able to finish the drug or risk telling Hoseok he couldn't finish it. He definitely didn't want to tell him that. Either Hoseok would bring up his late parents and how great they were at their job, or he'd punish Taehyung in ways a man should never have to endure. Sometimes, punishment that nobody should ever have to endure. He still had the scars on his knees from when he was forced to kneel in front of Hoseok on a bed of uncooked rice and suck him off until Hoseok came. The pain was remarkable and permanent.

He stared up at Hoseok, slowly reaching into the drawer closest to his bed, and noticing the flowers that had fallen from the cup onto his bedside table. He recognized those as the fowers that Yoongi had picked earlier. A smile almost crept onto his face, but he was with Hoseok and he had to remember that thinking of others was a terrible no.

He certainly couldn't hesitate much longer and risk pissing off a turned on Hoseok. He slowly pulled out one of the toys that Hoseok loved to use on him. "If daddy wants to cum, he should fuck me with his favorite toy inside of me," he suggested, giving a sultry bite to his own lip and a quick grind of his hips against Hoseok's own. "I can handle it," he practically moaned, working on making Hoseok putty in his hands. Hoseok's eyes were wide as he smiled, mischievously, a low groan escaped his lips as Taehyung turned the vibrator on.

"Daddy likes the sound of that," he whispered softly, guiding Taehyung's own hand towards his entrance. He growled lowly at the fact that his boxers were still on and quickly yanked them off of him, exposing the rest of his beautiful skin. He took a minute to admire Taehyung's cock before shoving the toy inside his tight hole.

Instantly, Taehyung regret not asking to be stretched, but Hoseok enjoyed causing him pain and he was slowly growing hard now, his nails scraping Hoseok's back. "M- more daddy," he urged quietly, his hips bucking against Hoseok's even more. This was why it was Hoseok's favorite toy to use on him. It made him utterly pliable to whatever Hoseok's commands were.

Hoseok could see the intense lust building in Taehyung's expression and that excited him to a point that he didn't even know possible. He glanced down at Taehyung's leaking cock, Taehyung's nails digging into Hoseok's back as he nodded. "Daddy... please... I want to make you cum too," he whispered almost breathlessly.

Hoseok slapped Taehyung across the face harshly, illicing a loud moan from the latter. "Again," Taehyung whispered and Hoseok smirked with obligation as he smacked Taehyung hard across the face once again. Taehyung knew just how to please him and it gave him a great thrill just to know that he'd created this side of Taehyung. Hoseok wrapped his hands around Taehyung's throat, Taehyung's hands clutching at Hoseok's wrists as Hoseok rubbed his clothed cock against Taehyung's entrance.

Taehyung let a choked moan escape his lips, pushing his ass against Hoseok's clothed cock, rubbing himself against Hoseok. He was already aching for a release, his cock twitching as one of his hands moved to touch himself. He'd stroked himself three or four times, almost ready to explode when Hoseok removed his hands from around Taehyung's throat only to squeeze Taehyung's cock harshly. "You don't cum until I say you can, are we clear?" he asked, glaring down at the other.

"Now, remove my clothes with the vibrator still in you. I want you on your knees in front of me with a look of pure desire as you undress me," he demanded quietly, leaning back from Taehyung's writhing body. Taehyung silently obeyed, slowly slipping off the bed onto his knees. He normally wasn't the bitch in a sexual encounter, but when it came to Hoseok, there was no other choice. Hoseok dominated everyone with his torturous ways. There was no being dominant with him.

Taehyung slowly crawled on his knees towards Hoseok, staring up at him with eyes completely hazed over with lust now. He was so hard that it was unbearable, but he knew that this was only the beginning of what was about to transpire.

He stopped right in front of Hoseok, his elegant hands rubbing the other's upper, inner thighs, almost as if he were worshipping Hoseok's cock. He didn't flinch when Hoseok grabbed a handful of his hair harshly, only working his nimble fingers towards the zipper of Hoseok's pants. He eased the zipper all the way down, his hands instantly moving towards the button next. Hoseok watched blissfully as Taehyung slowly and sensually pushed his pants around his ankles. He absolutely loved the expression on Taehyung's face, one that begged Hoseok to fuck him as he yanked the younger's head back by his hair.

A small sound escaped Taehyung's supple lips as Hoseok crashed his lips against Taehyung's own, his hand caressing Taehyung's bare skin. Taehyung's hands hesitantly slipped under Hoseok's shirt, breaking the kiss to lift the shirt up over his head. Hoseok immediately connected their lips once more, pulling Taehyung to his feet as he shoved his boxers off his hips as well and shoved Taehyung roughly back onto the bed. He glared down at Taehyung sprawled out on the bed for him, a dark smile spreading across his face as he turned toward the ground and pulled a switchblade from out of his pocket.

He hovered over Taehyung once again, pressing against him as the cold steel pressed against Taehyung's cheek. "A little blood is exciting, isn't it?" Hoseok asked with a devious smirk. Taehyung bit his lip as he stared up at Hoseok, giving him a soft nod. He knew better than to speak out against what Hoseok found kinky. No one was allowed to kink shame him, not even Taehyung.

Hoseok smiled maliciously as a quick flick of his wrist left Taehyung's cheek with a long scratch and blood slowly seeping out onto his sun-kissed skin. "Beautiful," Hoseok commented softly, his hands slowly caressing Taehyung's cheek. Hoseok slowly and sensually licked the blood from Taehyung's face, moaning softly. Taehyung was just grateful that it stung for only a few seconds, almost like a bee sting.

Although he didn't want to feel multiple stings right now, even though he was sure that's what Hoseok wanted. He wouldn't stop him right now either, seeing as how that wouldn't please him at all. Instead, he bucked his hips up against Hoseok once more, gaining the other's attention elsewhere. "Please," Taehyung let out a soft whine. He wanted nothing more than for Hoseok to get it out of the way and let him be, but he wouldn't let the other know that. That wouldn't be wise.

Hoseok smiled down at Taehyung's pleading eyes, promptly flipping him onto his stomach and pulling his hips and pretty ass towards him. Taehyung knew what was coming next as Hoseok's hand came down heavily on the back of his neck, shoving his face into the mattress disgracefully as he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself behind Taehyung. Taehyung grit his teeth as he tried to raise his head, but Hoseok only shoved him deeper into the blankets. He felt his entrance being stretched beyond what he was used to and clenched his teeth so hard that it hurt his jaw.

It hurt so much, but he couldn't say anything now because he'd told Hoseok he could handle it. He felt stretched beyond his limits, Hoseok's cock pressing against his wall on one side as the vibrator pressed hard against the other side. The vibrations were growing more intense now the further Hoseok pushed his cock inside of him. He cried out, his muscles clenched tightly around Hoseok and the vibrator, tears welling up in his eyes. Hoseok moaned softly, Taehyung's walls so tight that it was almost unbearable to move with the vibrator alongside his cock. Who didn't like a little pain and suffering for that sweet release?

The vibrations slowly began working on him as well as his breath slowly grew more ragged with each slow and agonizing push further into Taehyung's sweet entrance. He didn't wait to let Taehyung adjust to the foreign feeling of two objects inside of him as he thrust harshly into Taehyung's even tighter hole. "Fuck, Tae. It feels so fucking good already," he whispered, slowly thrusting back into him.

Taehyung completely submitted to Hoseok, permitting the other do as he pleased and hoped that it would all be over soon. He just wanted the extension and some more rest. But who was he kidding? He ran a group of uncivilized delinquents that needed his attention 24/7 because lord forbid he take his eyes off of any of them for more than a minute. These morons, besides Jimin, did nothing but fight with each other over the most insignificant little things. Taehyung always had to act like a father towards them, even though most of them were much older than he was.

He gasped softly at Hoseok's slow pace and the immense feeling of Hoseok's cock and the vibrator dragging against his walls. He whimpered softly, tears still in his eyes as he pushed his ass back towards Hoseok in desire. He ached to be touched, but Hoseok probably wouldn't touch him until the very last second. That always made him cum so much harder for Hoseok.

He heard a low groan and peeked back, only to have one of Hoseok's hands come up and wrap tightly in his hair. He was yanked back by his hair, his back arching beautifully for Hoseok as he grabbed Taehyung's hip with a bruising grip and slammed into him harder.

Taehyung softly cried out, not wanting to draw any attention to themselves, although he was sure Jimin knew what was taking place. He pushed his ass back against Hoseok's hips once again, rocking his own hips as his cock twitched with need. He needed to be touched and Hoseok probably wasn't close enough to his release to touch his cock. Taehyung whimpered and whined, rubbing his leaking cock against his sheets, although he was told not to cum. "D- daddy, I- I can't h- hold it in a-anymore," he whispered raggedly, his breathing coming out in small gasps.

Hoseok growled once, picking his pace up even more, his thrusts almost erratic as Taehyung clenched fistfuls of his bedsheets. "F- fuck, d- daddy!" He cried out, ready to explode from the sheer force of Hoseok's thrusts. Hoseok reached around, last second, stroking Taehyung's cock once as the other lost control of all bodily function. Hoseok felt Taehyung's walls tighten up like never before and before he had a chance to react, he was painting Taehyung's walls with white, hot ropes.

Taehyung's entire body seemed to vibrate with this release, his semen puddled in one spot on his sheets. Hoseok continued to stroke Taehyung's cock, milking him as he pulled out of him. He pulled completely out of Taehyung now, dragging along the vibrator before tossing it onto the mattress. Taehyung glanced back at Hoseok looking over at him momentarily before his vision slowly faded to black.

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Hoseok watched Taehyung blackout, smiling mischievously as he'd realized Taehyung had never cum this hard before. He slowly rolled Taehyung onto his back, straddling his waist as he stared down at him. He gently caressed Taehyung's face, feeling how unnaturally warm he felt even after their sexual escapade.

Hoseok shook his head softly, before laying his body flat on Taehyung's own for a moment, slowly grinding against Taehyung once again. "Daddy appreciates what you've done for him. It's not very often daddy gets to cum," he whispered closely to Taehyung's ear. He flicked his tongue across the shell, nipping Taehyung's ear before continuing.

"Daddy just wants to fuck you again. Whether you're conscious or not," he stated, positioning himself once more. "Then you can have your extension," he added, harshly thrusting back into an unconscious Taehyung's swollen hole.

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Jimin stared at Yoongi, who had his back turned towards the other, the blond feeling so small as he played with the hem of his shirt. Yoongi twisted the shirt tightly in his hands, wondering why they couldn't check on Taehyung. He didn't know why he wanted to check on him, but they'd heard glass shatter and Jimin just directed him away from Taehyung's door, not even bothering to make sure Taehyung wasn't hurt or anything.

Yoongi turned towards Jimin, finally noticing he was being watched intently and trembled at the way Jimin was staring at him. He felt apprehensive with the dark look in Jimin's eyes as Yoongi quickly stood. The action throwing Jimin out of his trance as he stepped closer to the cowering smaller male. Yoongi huddled in on himself, not really wanting to be touched or even looked at as Jimin stepped ever so much more closer. "S- stop," Yoongi finally whispered, covering his eyes in fear. "P- please."

Jimin tilted his head, perplexed as he stepped back to allow Yoongi his space. "I didn't mean to frighten you," he answered softly. "Is there anything I can do to help calm you down?" he asked, slowly pushing the chair back underneath the table.

Yoongi slowly peeked through the crevices of his slender fingers, one of his tawny eyes with golden speckles sparkling brilliantly as sunlight caught the left side of his face from an open window. Yoongi glanced over to see flowers through the small window of the back door. "F- flowers? C- can I pick flowers?" he asked softly, fully peering through the window now.

He could see a magnificent garden of trellises filled with vibrant climbing flowers and troves of luxurious tinted, gorgeous flowers growing as far as his eyes could see. His face lit up as he stared at the vibrant colors and beautiful hybrids. He quickly turned towards Jimin with a large smile of excitement on his face. "C- can I pick some of those flowers?!"

Jimin glanced out the small window and bit his lip as he stared back at the excited Yoongi. He felt dreadful telling the smaller male this with as exhilarated as he was, but he didn't have the authority to consent Yoongi's actions. "You'd have to ask Taehyung that one... It's very important to him." Yoongi's face fell slightly as he looked down at the ground now. "O- oh... Well, I- I like to cook too... C- can I do that then?"

Jimin felt bad as he watched Yoongi's face fall into disappointment. "Yeah. You can cook. Normally, I do the cooking around here, but I'm not the best. Taehyung hardly ever eats what I make..." Jimin trailed off as he heard Hoseok's voice ring throughout the house loud and clear. He was specifically calling for Jimin. Jimin hated being called on by him, but he certainly couldn't disobey Hoseok either. That always put more stress on Taehyung and right now, Taehyung was alone in his room with that monster. Jimin hastily grabbed one of the men currently working near the kitchen and nudged him towards Yoongi. "Watch him, but be distant and let him cook," he stated before taking off down the hall. At this point, everyone could hear Hoseok calling Jimin, and everyone could tell Hoseok was getting upset having to call for him more than once.

Yoongi slowly began preparing to cook as this random man watched his every move, making him extremely uncomfortable. This was supposed to calm him down, but that was going to be more difficult with a stranger watching him now. Slowly, he could feel the anxiety seeping out of him as he greased the pan and turned the cap on.

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Jimin quickly hurried towards Hoseok, who he noticed was still shirtless as he realized he was correct on what had transpired. "Get in here and wake him up," Hoseok ordered, slowly pulling his shirt back on as he held the door open for Jimin.

Jimin nodded as he slowly approached Taehyung, who was still unconscious and still completely naked. He realized how much of a mess the other was compared to Hoseok, but said nothing. He quickly walked towards the in-suite bathroom and grabbed a soft hand towel, damping it before he walked back towards Taehyung. "Oh, Jimin," Hoseok called out, slowly straightening out the front of his shirt.

Jimin turned his attention towards Hoseok as he gently cleaned Taehyung's body. "Yes?" he acknowledged sternly, always told to never show any weakness in front of Hoseok. It could always be used against them and he was always made very aware of that by Taehyung's mistakes. "Who's the blond with brown eyes that was with you?" he asked, Jimin glancing back at Hoseok as something flashed in his eyes. "Why wasn't I informed of him sooner?" he asked, staring hard at Jimin.

Jimin promptly swallowed the lump in his throat as he shrugged nonchalantly. "He's a captive. We just obtained him today," he lied, finishing up on cleaning Taehyung. Hoseok grabbed Jimin harshly, his eyes dangerous as he shook his head. "Then look me in the eyes when you answer me," he demanded as Taehyung's hand unexpectedly grabbed Hoseok's wrist roughly. "You'll take your damn hands off Jimin," Taehyung stated, his eyes just as dark as Hoseok's own as he slowly sat up.

Hoseok laughed loudly, almost crazed as he stared at Taehyung. "Looks like someone's awake now. Have a good rest, Sleeping Beauty?"

Taehyung's grip tightened around Hoseok's wrist, his eyes narrowing hard as he stared at Hoseok. Hoseok finally let go of Jimin, shoving him away roughly as he turned back on Taehyung, slapping him hard across his face. "You'll do well to keep your damn hands off of me, are we clear?" he shouted, smacking Taehyung's face harshly once more.

Jimin watched without a word in utter horror, knowing Taehyung would say something to him later about provoking Hoseok. Jimin watched as Taehyung stood hastily, staring Hoseok down, both glaring as if they could kill the other. Taehyung took a deep breath of aggravation before bumping past Hoseok, his shoulder harshly shoving into Hoseok as Taehyung moved to grab his clothes. Hoseok grit his teeth as Taehyung bent over to pick up his boxers and pants that were laid neatly on his ottoman. He felt pain shoot up his spine and he almost buckled under the assault.

He did drop to one knee as Hoseok laughed, grabbing a handful of Taehyung's hair and yanking his head back. Hoseok gave a quick glance towards Jimin, signaling he'd kill Taehyung without hesitation if Jimin tried to stop him. "You don't learn well, do you?" he asked, yanking Taehyung's head back harshly once again. He placed the tip of his blade to Taehyung's neck, hovering over Taehyung as his face stayed to the left side of him.

He knew Taehyung was more right-handed and that his left was his weaker flank. He pressed the blade harder to Taehyung's delicate skin, leaning close to his ear. "I am your worst nightmare. I will make your life a living hell if you touch me like that again. Did I make myself loud and clear?" he asked, whispering harshly before shoving Taehyung's head away from his blade. He didn't care if he'd cut his skin a little bit, it wouldn't do much damage.

Taehyung looked up from his spot on the floor before nodding slowly and gathering his clothes. He dressed himself once more, quickly so that he could get rid of Hoseok faster. He straightened his back, and fixed his posture, although in severe pain and briskly ushered Hoseok towards the front door. Before Taehyung could get him completely out of the door, Yoongi peeked around the corner from the kitchen to see what was going on.

Spotting him, Hoseok harshly grabbed Taehyung's face by his jaw and turned it in the direction of a frightened Yoongi. "That. When did that get here?" he asked Taehyung this time, finding Jimin's previous explanations useless. Taehyung stared at Yoongi for a moment before opening his mouth to speak. "Yoongi," he asserted, blatantly. "He has a name."

Hoseok didn't care to hear his name, but the way Taehyung said it with tenderness behind his voice, Hoseok couldn't tolerate that. He reared his fist back and landed a fierce punch to Taehyung's stomach before spitting on a hunched over Taehyung. "I don't like being corrected, remember that. You have your extension. Better get to work," Hoseok stated with a dark smile, before turning on his heel and slamming the door shut behind him.

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Taehyung stammered to catch his breath, gasping softly. Jimin rapidly wiped Hoseok's spit off of Taehyung, feeling rather repulsed by Hoseok's display of jealousy. "Are you okay?" Yoongi asked softly from the kitchen, a light blush creeping across his cheeks at Taehyung defending him.

Taehyung nodded softly as he slowly stood to his unstable feet, still suffering from his high fever and now the pain of being abnormally stretched. He walked cautiously, trying not to alert everyone that he was limping as he made his way towards the kitchen. "I see your cooking," Taehyung noted, smiling softly at the smell that permeated the room. "Well, I'll be in my study working," he announced, turning towards a door adjoined to the kitchen.

Jimin promptly blocked the door, shaking his head vigorously at Taehyung's words. "You can't! You're sick! You've already collapsed today, I'm sure you'll collapse again! Please rest for now," Jimin begged, his eyes pleading as Taehyung stared down at him. Taehyung moved to shove Jimin out of his way until a small tug on the cuff of his button-up shirt stopped him. He turned to see an anxious looking Yoongi with tears in his eyes, shaking his head. "Y- you have to rest. Or e-else you won't work as proficiently as before...."

Taehyung sighed softly before nodding at Yoongi's words. "Then would you mind helping me to my room?" he asked Yoongi, staring at Yoongi's hand so close to his own. Why'd he have to like this kid the moment they met? Now, he's not only made Hoseok jealous but put a target on Yoongi's back for being seen here.

Yoongi nodded softly as he gripped the back of Taehyung's button-up shirt and Taehyung wrapped his arm around Yoongi's neck. They slowly made their way down the hall, leaving a fuming Jimin to watch them walk off together. He couldn't understand why Taehyung had to ask Yoongi to help him. He was standing right there as well and more than ready to help him.

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Taehyung slowly began to feel heavier and heavier for Yoongi, his feet now dragging along the floor in an attempt to walk with Yoongi. Yoongi tried to lift him back into a standing position but that was so difficult because he wasn't strong enough. He never would be that strong.

He managed to get Taehyung to his door and propped the heavier male against the wall so that he could open the door. He stepped inside, dragging Taehyung's limp and heavy body with him by the lapels of his dress shirt. In his struggle, he tripped and pulled Taehyung down on top of him.

Yoongi squirmed slightly under the heavy, dead weight that was now breathing heavily against his neck. He looked up at the ceiling in an attempt to not focus on the ticklish, yet feathery feeling trickling down his spine and straight into his groin. He could even feel the heat radiating off of Taehyung's body from his fever, adding to his distress.

He bit his lip, a choked sound escaping his lips as he tried to push Taehyung off of him. He was slowly becoming more and more aroused and he could feel himself growing hard underneath the heavy male. "T- Tae- Taehyung," he whined, trying not to move his lower half.

He'd never touched himself before, never masturbated because he felt it was nasty. It was an act of dirtying oneself and he'd have nothing to do with that. Now, he realized that he'd become oversensitive to certain sensations because he refused to touch himself. He pushed against Taehyung again in desperation, his hips thrusting against Taehyung as well. He bit his lip hard at the sensation of pleasure as he tried to hold back a moan. He gasped softly at the sensation he'd felt travel to his groin when his erection came into contact with Taehyung's pelvis and promptly gained the strength to shove Taehyung off to the side of him.

The latter was still breathing heavily and completely unconscious now. Yoongi didn't know how he was going to get Taehyung into his bed, especially with his erection stabbing at him now. Instead of trying to alleviate himself, he shoved his arm between his legs and pulled his knees up to his chest, not wanting anyone to know he was extremely turned on. He was glad that he had done those actions when Jimin appeared in the doorway to check on them.

"Sorry, I heard a loud thump and came to see if everything was okay," he stated, dragging Taehyung's limp body to his bed. He lifted him up off the floor with ease and placed him on the bed, pulling the blankets up over him.

He slowly approached a quivering Yoongi, tilting his head in confusion. "Is everything alright?" he asked, gently touching Yoongi's shoulder. "Don't touch me," he cried out, slapping Jimin's hand away from him. He was entirely ashamed that he was such a mess from someone breathing on his neck. He moved his arm between his legs slightly, whimpering when it felt good to rub up against his clothed erection.

"Yoongi?" Jimin questioned, peeking over Yoongi. Yoongi looked up at Jimin with lust in his eyes and Jimin could finally see what was afflicting Yoongi. He could see the young boy trying not to move his arm that pressed up against his protruding pants.

He grit his teeth, scowling at Taehyung before yanking Yoongi up off the ground. He walked him towards the door, shoving him out into the hallway and across the hall into Yoongi's room. He shut the door and locked it, smirking as he stripped off his suit jacket, staring at Yoongi with dark eyes. "I'm canceling dinner. I'll help you take care of that little problem," he stated, moving to unbutton Yoongi's pants.

Yoongi froze, unable to process what was occurring until Jimin's fingers brushed ever so gently against the tip of his clothed cock. He shook his head softly, trembling uncontrollably as he fell onto the bed. "N- no..."

Jimin leaned over him, gently slipping his hand into Yoongi's pants and gripping his length through the latter's boxers at the moment. Suddenly even more alarmed than he had been, Yoongi swallowed a lungful of air and shrieked as loud as he could muster.