Hi, my lovelies!

I really don't know how many chapters it will take for the angst and drama to cool down, but thankfully I'm filling out my plot.

Enjoy!

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Once Gi-Chul had been escorted and driven out of the school premises by police officers, Namjoon, his boyfriend, and his friends all stood in shock at what just occurred.

Students were now out of classes and lounging about the halls as they waited for their parents or other family members to come get them.

Namjoon's mother was working that fateful, thank Christ for that, and Seokjin was the only other person he wanted to pick him up after the long day he had suffered through.

The son had noticed that the two best friends that had hit on him earlier, Hye-Gi and Gun-Hyeon, were walking up to where they were all clustered together.

Namjoon had slowly learned from past experience when he was a bit younger that Hye-Gi absolutely hated Jimin, and Jimin always thought the same way about her, of course.

Hye-Gi was probably one of the reasons why Jimin flirted with the boy almost constantly during his academic hours, a lot of that reason being so that he could irk her all the way to her neglectful core, and also that she would back off of Namjoon so he could have some form of comfort.

It's not like Hye-Gi ever took the hint, she just flaunted herself even more with how Jimin treated him.

"I see that Namjoon oppa's tramp of a friend is out and ready to go hustling around for some fresh meat," Hye-Gi slighted in Jimin's direction, the man being spoken of rolling his eyes so hard, he was amazed he hadn't made himself go blind.

Jimin chuckled beneath his breath, crossing his arms in defiance across his strong chest, "Excuse me? And who in the living fuck are you referring to?"

Hye-Gi snickered, her eyes forming little gaps of mischief, "You see, Jiminie, I tend to fondly call your dumb ass a manwhore. It's not like I'm lying or anything about it, it's a true fact."

"Wow, that's such an interesting coincidence, you must be quite proud to be the female version of what you claim me to be," Jimin giggled, jerking his body to the side as he laughed harder before abruptly straightening himself and setting a firm glare on the girl.

Hye-Gi slapped him across the face, and Jimin smirked as he set his weight on one foot, "You think you're a tough guy, huh? Prove it to me, then."

"Listen, Hye-Gi, I may retort insults back at you but I'm not that low of a man to hit a woman," Jimin blinked once, confused with how unbelievable she was acting.

This was incredible news to Jin upon hearing this girl whom he had never seen before call his baby boy 'oppa', and it was incredibly stupid of her to do so, since he was his boyfriend, not hers.

So Seokjin had finally decided on speaking up in the sudden silence that took place, but Namjoon had beat him to it, "Hi to you again, Hye-Gi, I'd love for you to meet my oppa."

That was the moment Jimin had started to break into hysterics, Hoseok and Taehyung joining shortly after while Yoongi just rubbed at his temples to feign off his annoyance at the girl.

Hye-Gi's face looked absolutely comical in the low light of the hallway, her wide eyes wavering over Jin's body like she was witnessing a figment of her imagination, "Holy shit, this can't be happening."

Seokjin soon got perturbed from all of her seemingly endless ogling and extended a hand forward in the act that he was going to shake hers, "Nice to meet you, Hye-Gi. I'm Seokjin, Namjoon's oppa."

"You're r-real, I can't fucking comprehend this," Hye-Gi gasped when her palm conformed to the other man's briefly, pulling back and glancing at it in pure and utter shock.

Jin smiled brightly, amused with her look of horror and hummed in approval, "Yes, I am-"

"And so is the dick that fucks Namjoon late into the evening, the whole goddamn neighborhood shakes with the frequency of their moans of pleasure," Taehyung deemed proudly, chuckling when she covered her mouth with a little squeak.

"Namjoon sounds so pretty when I'm filling him up to the brim, as I always do, my baby takes me so well." Jin grinned, wrapping an arm protectively around his gorgeous boy's waist as Namjoon whimpered quietly at the thought.

That statement was meant mainly for Gun-Hyeon, who was eyeing Namjoon's body that was clothed only in a fluffy sweater that barely covered his toned thighs like an entree that was just served to him on a silver platter.

Seokjin chuckled a bit, pulling his boyfriend against his front and sneering at the culprit as he leaned his chin on Namjoon's shoulder, "I dare you to look at him like that again, you little cunt, I will fucking destroy you and all that you're worth."

"Oh, you can put your hands on me any day," Gun-Hyeon winked at him, jutting out his hip a tad when he stabilized himself mostly on one of his feet.

Namjoon was the one to get angry then, not like Jin was already red in the face with his temper.

"Oh my god, you really are a slut," Namjoon scoffed, squinting his eyes after burying his body deeper in his hyung's reassuring hold, he felt so warm with Jin's hands flat against his sides.

Gun-Hyeon shrank his head back with furrowed brows, walking a couple steps forward to get right in Namjoon's flushed face, "And what in the hell is that supposed to mean, bitch?"

"I am one second away from lodging my foot in your skull, motherfucker, don't test me by getting all up in Namjoon's personal space and calling him a bitch, I'd like to see how you'd react when you're the one being called that," Seokjin fumed, he was beyond his limit and he wanted to let everyone in that high school know that Namjoon was his, only his, and he was not afraid of having it known.

"Alright, continue on, Joonie," Gun-Hyeon's mouth quirked up into a dirty and smug smile, the boy could practically smell the stench off his tongue.

Namjoon swallowed, the slight grip his boyfriend had on his bare wrist urging him on to say what he really wanted, "Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubble, sweetheart, but Jin hyung prefers his men disease-free."

It was as if the whole world stopped spinning when Namjoon had strained these words past his vocal cords, most of the student body present in the halls gasping or laughing from the confession.

"Oh, you fucking know he's getting that dick later on," Taehyung shook his head with a smirk visible on his lips, licking his teeth when his mind started to wander into more explicit locations.

Yoongi gasped rather loudly, a curled hand coming up to grip at his heart, "I can almost feel the stretch, what in the fuck is happening?"

"You get it, Namjoon, I can't wait for that porn tape coming out soon," Jimin nearly yelled even though he was in close distance to the said male, clapping his hands once as he did a little dance, Yoongi biting back a groan when he grappled at his hips roughly.

Hoseok snapped his fingers and that caused Jimin to also snap out of his trance, "Calm yourself down, Jimin, this isn't a club. Poor Yoongi hyung could have gotten fucked out in public because of your behavior."

"Poor Yoongi hyung? I didn't mind it, you dumb bitch," Yoongi's gruff tone raised an octave on the last sentence and Hoseok sighed, waving off the two and shaking his head in displease.

"Can we please focus on what Jinnie hyung was saying? I'm tired and I want sleep," Namjoon pouted, his lower lip poking out a bit and his boyfriend had to hold back from cooing and kissing him square on his pout.

Jin chuckled at how bold his sweet little angel had gotten, he was extremely proud of Namjoon for sticking up for himself, "Not to mention, no matter how hard I pound into him, he always stays nice and tight for me."

"Unlike you, Gun-Hyeon, I bet you're like one of the sex toys I frequent too much when Taehyung doesn't want sex from me because he's too tired," Hoseok crossed his arms, flickering his fiery eyes from Taehyung to the other man in an instant.

Taehyung whined pathetically, nudging the crown of his head at his boyfriend's bicep, his hair rustling against it, "Well, I'm sorry that I wanted some adequate sleep instead of a limp to wake up to the next morning."

"This is so fucking funny, I feel like I'm on a bad drug trip," Jungkook laughed behind his fist, throwing his head back and humming with mirth.

"We all do, it's nothing new, Jungkook-ah," Yoongi grinned, squeezing the younger boy's forearm and dragging him between him and Jimin.

"Guys, listen, this isn't supposed to be a tell-all, Namjoon needs to get home so he can get some much-needed rest," Hoseok groused in protest, exhaling strongly through his nostrils and biting his chapped lip.

Jimin smiled with a bit of his gums showing as he snuck a peek at Yoongi from around Jungkook's arm, "And hopefully some much-needed sex as well, I think he deserves it after all of this complete bullshit."

Namjoon nodded furiously, looking at Seokjin with sparkling and hopeful eyes, "That too, yes please."

Seokjin made a little chortle and kissed his tanned cheek, "Why, of course, my darling love."

Gun-Hyeon and Hye-Gi had walked away then, defeated that neither of them could make a cut with Namjoon, and ashamed with how the presence of Jin being there embarrassed them so severely.

"I think it's time to clean you up, baby boy," Seokjin hummed with a frown, looking at how ruddy Namjoon had gotten from Gi-Chul's pokes and prods, that stupid bastard, how dare he ever lay a hand on his precious boy.

Hoseok nodded as the other boys did so in sync, although they tried to cover up the truth of the situation with humor, the serious aspect of how he could have gotten raped was still very much there, and it would be to stay unfortunately. "I think that's best, you should find your clothes and get warm again, okay?"

Namjoon let a small smile appear on his pink lips, running up to hug Hoseok and the rest of them briefly, "I'll be right back, I promise."

"Take all the time you need, sweetie, you don't need to rush yourself one bit," Yoongi licked at his dry mouth, the saliva from his tongue doing no good to sooth the burn in his throat as he felt a tear brim at his right eye.

Seokjin grinned dimly, he could see the sadness in all of their faces, but he had to stay strong for Namjoon, he couldn't let the boy see him break, "O-Okay, I'm gonna help out with Namjoon in the bathroom, so you guys can wait out in the car if you want."

They all made a sign of approval, afraid of looking in their best friend's eyes as Jimin received Jin's car keys with a hiss, the five of them soon pattering to the exit and making their way towards the automobile belonging to the oldest man.

When he heard the click of his vehicle unlocking, Seokjin turned to Namjoon.

The halls had were almost completely empty since most of the pupils were already on their way back to their individual homes or hitting up with friends after class sessions were over for the day, leaving the two young men alone in the silence, Namjoon's little shaky breaths only being able to be heard in the nothingness.

"You okay, baby?" Seokjin asked dumbly with his voice cracking in the middle, he knew that Namjoon wasn't. Maybe it was the gloss of his teary eyes, or maybe it was the tremble of his lips as he started to sob fervently, or even maybe it was the fact that Namjoon really shouldn't be standing out in the main hallway with no underwear on.

Namjoon shook his head as his cries completely overtook him, Jin closing the gap between them and pressing a gentle palm to the back of Namjoon's mop of hair that was still a bit damp from the shower he took over an hour ago and disheveled from Gi-Chul's touch.

"H-Hyung, he hurt me so bad," Namjoon whimpered, drooling a bit on Jin's jacket when he was crying so hard, he couldn't keep his mouth closed.

"I know, honey, I know," Seokjin moaned out in grief, making sure Namjoon had himself fully turned away before he cried silently, kissing the top of his boyfriend's head and trying to shush his choked weeps with a calm tone in his ear. "I am never going to have his fingers touch you ever again, Namjoon, mark my word. He's gonna lose this case like a game of cards."

Namjoon's nerves seemed to ease themselves quite a bit at those words and he raised his head to wipe at the tears that weren't smeared across the front of his boyfriend's plush coat, "You promise?"

"I promise with my whole heart, baby boy, just you watch me do what I'll do for you. I can't believe how much I love you," Seokjin whispered with soft eyes taking in every inch of his boyfriend, pecking his lips once before sinking back to mold his mouth to Namjoon's blushing one for a longer period, relishing in how the younger whined from such a simple action.

"I love you too, hyungie," Namjoon giggled under his breath, circling his arms around Jin's neck as his face was being attacked with butterfly kisses, his giggles getting more pronounced by the minute. "Stop it, hyung, that tickles."

Jin chuckled evilly before kissing down the other male's neck, sucking on the flesh a bit with spit-slick lips, "You stop being so cute, I love how pretty that smile of yours is, Joonie."

"Hyung! What are you doing?" Namjoon yipped when Seokjin had suddenly picked him up, wrapping his legs around his waist and began to carry him in the direction of the boys' locker room, but not before giving a single bite to Namjoon's collarbone, the spot he snapped his teeth at reddening to a pretty hue of light purple.

Seokjin hummed a short chuckle, occasionally turning his head during the trek to leave another mark near Namjoon's chest, a few of the hickeys that he made were splattered near his jaw and others trailing down the column of his throat, "Gonna clean you up, my beautiful boy."

Namjoon was obviously getting hard with all of the bruises his boyfriend was giving him, and every so often he would give little ruts of his hips against Jin's that were covered in thick fabric, stifled mewls leaving his frowned pout.

When the two of them had successfully entered the locker room, Jin had set Namjoon's bare feet on the cold tile floor, the youngest cringing when he made contact with the icy surface.

Namjoon cowered near the entrance, a few yards away from where he stood is where Gi-Chul had nearly committed that horrible act, and memories were starting to rush back into his head of what exactly happened just a fraction of time ago.

"Oh god, hyung," Namjoon panted, driving his fingers through his messy locks of hair to try and calm himself down as best as he could.

Seokjin soon was back and standing with him in less than thirty seconds, Namjoon's backpack now being cradled in his strong grip and his remaining hand rising up to thumb at the boy's cheek before leaning forward and kissing it sweetly, "It's fine, baby, you're with me now and I won't let anything happen to you."

Namjoon nodded, petting the hand planted on his face and closing his eyes in content, "I know, it's just Gi-Chul did everything quite close to here, and it's kinda weird to think about how it could have ended up for me."

"I will make that son of a bitch pay, don't you worry," the elder man vowed with a sharp inhale of air cold in his throat. "He shouldn't have touched you like that, you were minding your own business and he decided to take advantage of you."

And Namjoon felt a tear slip from his eyelid hearing those words, it was all true, Gi-Chul had just thought of Namjoon as a cheap toy that he could use for nothing but his own personal needs.

That wasn't what Namjoon was, and that wasn't what Namjoon ever will be.

Namjoon was a person, for God's sake. His mother, his partner, his friends, they all thought of him as the most wonderful human being in the entire world, and Jin really thought he was.

Jin was in so much love with Namjoon, it was ridiculous. He was pulled in too deep by the hook that was his boyfriend, and Seokjin knew in his soul that he would never return to that dreadful surface again, not that he was bothered by it.

Seokjin was a proud man to say that he was drowning in his boyfriend's love, and Namjoon was doing much of the same.

Namjoon's lips were kissed again, this time rougher and the boy whimpered when the sweater he was wearing shifted a small bit on his frame and the material snagged against the head of his erect cock, a smile appearing on Jin's face when his eyes drifted down to where Namjoon had his head bowed in timidity.

"Oh, are you hard, sweetie? Did you like your hyung's lips on your neck that much?" Jin cooed with a chuckle, flipping up the hem of Namjoon's cashmere sweater with agile fingertips and skimming them along his heavy length.

Namjoon bleated out a cute sound of frustration when Seokjin had wrapped a full hand around him, easily fitting in his palm like his hand was a glove on his dick.

God, the sensation of skin-on-skin felt so good, but it just wasn't enough for Namjoon, he needed something much more to fulfill his aching need.

"I t-touched myself today, I missed you a lot, hyung," Namjoon groaned when the speed of his boyfriend's hand had quickened to something that gave him the pleasure he wanted oh-so badly.

Jin growled next to Namjoon's ear before tugging the young man with him to the where the bathroom stalls were located, Namjoon's backpack held loose to his chest as he locked the both of them in one of the compact cubicles.

An impatient huff left Seokjin's mouth as he ripped open the front part of Namjoon's backpack with the zipper nearly tearing off of it, reaching in only to retrieve a bottle of body lotion.

Namjoon had tears running down his cheeks, a little gasp leaving his throat when he was pushed suddenly against the stall wall, "P-Please fuck me, hyung, I need it so much, please."

"Now, baby, you know how much I have to prepare you before I fuck you," Jin clicked his tongue, his eyebrows knitting together when Namjoon arched his back with a cry.

"Hyung, I-"

A snivel left Namjoon's lips when Seokjin's middle finger that had previously been soaked in moisturizer pushed in until he met the knuckle, a smack on his ass sending Namjoon into a frenzy when a rush of wind from the strike whipped against his testicles.

"You want me to fuck you, Namjoon? Right in this stall? Because I'll fucking do that, I'll fuck you so damn good, you won't be able to see straight," Jin rumbled low in his throat, spanking him once again with the thrust of his finger getting more fluid and quicker than before.

The anger that was pent up in the both of their heads from the stresses of that horror story of a day was now being simmered down from the rush of hormones coursing through their veins, and it felt so fucking good for Namjoon in that moment.

Namjoon nodded vigorously, a muffled cry against the laminate echoing through the both of their eardrums, "Yes, hyung, please make me yours. I'm all yours, hyungie."

"That's right, Namjoon, you're all fucking mine," Seokjin timbered as he sucked another mark next to Namjoon's jawline, a sly smirk evident on his plump lips.

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Hello, my dears!

I wasn't planning on writing smut, but I wanted to make myself a bit happier from the angsty stuff so I came up with sex in a bathroom stall, and here I am typing this with a smile on my face hehe

Again, I apologize for any mistakes I make during writing like typos or wrongs in my grammar, I get too tired to edit sometimes :)

But I hope you enjoyed reading this little thing because I loved writing it for you all

This was 3000+ words, and I feel proud of my plans coming out successfully

Have a lovely day/night because you mean so much to me

Love you~