"Look, look, look," Jimin said, holding up his latest report card.

"You went from failing English to a 'B plus'?" I said in disbelief. "Jimin, that's incredible. And I haven't even been here to help you lately."

"I'm working hard," he said proudly. "Do I get a reward?"

"That depends on what kind of reward you want," I said, smiling at him.

"Cuddling?" he asked fake curiously.

"Cuddling?" I said back. "Alright, alright, cuddling." He let out a happy noise and dragged me over to his bed before pulling me down next to him. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around him while he curled up and nuzzled against me. I let out a breath as I got comfortable. This was...new for me. I wasn't used to someone actually caring about me like this. It was so strange.

"Jiminie!" I cooed nuzzling his hair.

~~~~

"I got my grades back today," I said as I handed my report card to my father. He looked it over and let out a soft huff. "What?"

"Why are you getting a 'C' in gym class?" he asked. "All you have to do is change and run around."

"Dad, I don't like dressing with the others," I said, looking away. "They always ask questions about...stuff..."

"It's none of their fucking business what you look like," he snapped. "You're a smart kid, and there's no excuse for this." He sighed, handing the card back to me. "Go to your room. I'm expecting company tonight."

"Again?" I complained. "Ugh...fine..."

"I'll have dinner brought up to you," he explained. "And don't come down unless I tell you to."

~~~~

"Yoongi~," Jimin hummed, waving a hand in front of my face. "Where'd you go?" I blink many times.

"Nowhere special," I reassured. "We should celebrate these new grades of yours, Jimin. How about dinner?"

"At your house," he said with a nod. "Bogum said you cooked. Can you cook for me?"

"Yeah, I can cook for you," I said softly. "How does chicken with white wine sauce sound?"

"Yoongi, I'm underage," he said quickly.

"The wine cooks away," I said, waving it off. "Just let me cook for you, okay?" I ruffle his hair.

"Okay, but I wanna cuddle first," he insisted, hugging me tightly. "You're warm and comfy~." I smiled at his slightest things.

~~~~

"It smells good," Jimin hummed as he sat at the table, watching me as I cooked.

"It tastes good too," I admitted as I put a decent splash of white wine in the pan with the chicken and sauce in it. It sizzled and flared up a little. I turned down the heat and let out a breath. "Just about ready."

"I'm starving," he said eagerly. "Cook faaassst!!!!."

"Hey, you want food or not?" I said, pointing the spoon at him. He nodded. "Then don't rush me. You can't rush perfection."

"Jin says that a lot," he said with a sad sigh. "I miss him. I'm scared that he won't come back. What if he's gone forever?"

"I'm sure he'll turn up," I reassured. "I bet he's just off having a little time to himself. We all need a break sometimes, a time away from our lives, he probably just took his without warning anybody. It's a recharge vacation."

"No, he would have told us at least," he insisted. "I and Tae are his best friends. He wouldn't have gone without at least letting us know he'd be gone." He almost cries. The best part is the food is finished.

"Food's ready," I said, changing the subject. I could tell it bothered him that his friend was missing. I served up food for the two of us and sat down across from him. He ate and hummed happily.

"Yummy," he said softly.

"I'm glad you like it," I said, eating my own food.

"Hey, why do you like my brother so much?" he asked suddenly.

"Oh...no reason," I said, shrugging a little. "Just like him." he nodded slowly.

~~~~

I sighed softly as I sat on the bench, waiting for the bus. My father had told me to stay away from the house for a few hours, so I had to go eat dinner somewhere else. And I had to find a place to wait. It was all because he had another lady visiting him.

"Hi."

I blinked and looked over, seeing a young man come over to me. He sat down and smiled.

"Hi," I said softly.

"You look lonely," he said. "Break-up?"

"No, I can't go home for a little bit, my dad has company," I said, shrugging my shoulders up.

"That sucks," he admitted. "I have to stay out of my house cause my brother has his friends over, and one of them complained that he didn't like being around me. My mom said it was just for a few hours."

"Same here, I have to find a place for dinner," I said, looking at him again.

"How about this barbecue place down the way?" he suggested. "It's really good."

"I don't know if I have enough money," I said, biting my lip.

"I'll pay," he offered. "Come on, it's not a long walk. And you'll save money if you don't take the bus." He stood up and offered his hand. I hesitated before taking it and pulling myself up. He was letting me hold his hand. And he was pretty handsome.

"Why are you holding my hand?" I asked as we walked.

"Why not?" he said, smiling at me. "Unless you don't like it."

"No, no, I like it," I said, blushing some.

"You're cute," he teased. "I'm Bogum."

"Yoongi," I said, smiling at him. I was so in love already.

~~~~

"Can I stay?" Jimin asked softly as we cuddled on the couch together. "Please? It'll help you transfer your affections if I'm here more often for longer periods of time."

"When did you get so smart?" I teased. "I suppose you could stay tonight. But you'll need pajamas."

"I can borrow yours," he said with a smile. "I'll go find some right now."

"Jimin," I said, chuckling when he hopped up and ran towards my bedroom. "You silly boy! You don't have permission!"

"You'll have to punish me then," he called to me. I got up and went into my bedroom, seeing he was digging through my dresser. He looked at me and wiggled his hips playfully. I went over to him and lightly spanked him before wrapping my arms around him. He hummed and leaned into me.

"You're a brat," I whispered.

"I am," he said proudly. "I'm your brat."

"You really have forgiven me, haven't you?" I said with a little hum.

"You may have upset me, but I'm sure you'll learn to love me," he said, looking up at me. "You must like me a little because you took my virginity. Nobody does that without liking the person they're with just a little bit." He looks away chewing his lips.

"Yeah," I said, nodding absently. "Yeah..." He admits.

~~~~

I let out a soft breath as I went downstairs to the basement. My father always said not to go down there, it was no place for me. But I'd seen him take his lady friends down. And he wasn't home. I wanted to see what the fuss was about. I slowly went down the steps and came up to a big metal door. I went over and pulled on it to open it.

"Heavy..." I said out loud. I got the door open just enough for me to slip in. I went in and let out a breath.

There was a big bed with ropes on it. A wall of what looked like whips and canes. Chains hanging from the ceiling.

"What is all this?" I said, looking around.

"What are you doing in here?"

I blinked and froze in place. I looked over and saw my father was standing by the door. He must have come home, and I hadn't heard him.

"I...I..." I couldn't form words.

"I told you that you weren't allowed down here," he said, coming over to me. I whined and took a step back. He grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the bed, flinging me on it. I whimpered and tried to scramble away but he grabbed me and tied me down.

"I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry!" I cried out.

"You wanna disobey me like a big man? I'll treat you like a man then," he said before crawling on top of me.

~~~~

I jerked up and gasped a little as I shook the nightmare from my head. Jimin let out a sleepy noise and reached for me, moving closer to me. I patted his hand gently and leaned back against the pillows. Being with him was reminding me of everything that had happened to me...everything that had gotten me to where I was.

Meeting Bogum. My father doing those horrible things to me. Being unable to let Bogum be my first.

It all just started coming back to me.

"Yoongi," Jimin mewled as he nuzzled against me. He looked up with sleepy eyes.

"Go back to sleep," I said gently. He didn't argue, going right back to sleep. I ran my fingers through his hair and looked down at him. "You're certainly not like Bogum at all. But that seems to be a good thing." I laid down and kissed his forehead. "Maybe you're making me go through this for a reason. And maybe it's good for me to be around you." He nuzzled against me more. Suddenly my phone vibrate. I reach my phone and read the text message. My eyes widened as I read the context of the text.

From Dad, I knew it, you'll gonna find a toy. I want to meet him. If you are not coming. I'll rather punish you or that toy of yours. Is your choice.

I grip my phone so hard in anger but it subsides when Jimin moaned while asleep.

"Jiminie. I want you to be safe."