Trigger: Bondage, Rape

A/N: So I'm being very serious about this chapter. It really did trigger me a few times while writing it and editing it, so please if you can't handle it at all, please stop reading and just wait for the next chapter. I also want to remind you that these aren't in any way connected to the BTS members in real life, so please don't let it affect any way on how you look at them.

I'm so serious with this because I want you to remember that this story isn't real. However, these are unfortunately real scenarios that happens in life. It's to spread awareness that cruel people do exist out there, and we must always be careful with who we associate ourselves with.
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This academy is nothing like how Jimin had imagined it would be.

This is definitely nothing like fucking prison for a fact. If anything, prison seems like a paradise field than whatever hell hole they're forced to call this place home. The food doesn't even look like vomit, they give you crackers three times a day with cheese and water. A shit load of water. Their logic is that if one is weak, they wouldn't have the energy to kill each other.

Smart but so damn stupid.

Treating inhuman people inhuman, marvelous.

Jimin is never allowed to leave his room if it's not to go to his class or his therapy session. His assigned therapist alone doesn't even sit down with him to talk to himself about his life like the other shitty ones use to do; this one would torture him.

Harshly.

Never has Jimin nearly drowned in a tub of water more than once in his life, repeatedly.

The trick is, the answer.

If the therapist asks him if he feels sorry for torturing his victims and he says no, he gets forcefully drowned into a tub of water. If at any point he does say yes and it's a lie, they would put electric cuffs on his wrist and make it much more brutal for him to endure it alone.

Jimin has first time experience with that, and he only dreads going to that session at all because of what he'll face in there.  Well you see, that's their little technique. That's what they want from you to have, feelings.

They want you to feel like your victims; powerless.

That's all they do here, force you to be in your victims place.

And Jimin..... He's definitely one tough shell to crack because he will never feel guilty about the lives he's killed.

Ever.

He loves fire, and seeing his victims burn to the last bone gives him the pleasure he needs like a toxic drug.

However, the torture, food and isolation is probably the mild problems that has happened here that gets on Jimin's nerves.

Those things are nothing compared to the unsettling terror he's staring to feel upon approaching his classroom. Mr. Kim has shown from time and time again why he's the fucking teacher of that class. The first day, yeah, the shit that happened was horrible, but as the days that followed and Jungkook became his little pet after challenging his rules, Jimin has never seen a more heartless man in his life.

That says a lot from a criminal that's a felon away from the death penalty.

The first day Mr. Kim had Jungkook to his knees on the ground, chained to the wall by a collar on his neck like an animal as he uses him as a demonstration..... With drugs.

How using drugs affects their victims and why it's bad.

Jimin has lost count on the amount of drugs Mr. Kim injected to Jungkook's body , but each one had a different reaction for sure. Cocaine, Weed, Heroin, Meth, Ketamine, LSD, even steroids and not the ones to make you all big and buff. The list only goes on.... And Jungkook's body eventually dropped shaking since he got a heart attack by the amount of drugs that were in his body.

That day Jimin not only discovered Mr. Kim was a certified doctor and had his own medical shit in his desk, but that his dear teacher gave off by giving live examples to get a message across, and he didn't care who he hurt to get it done. He doesn't believe they feel shit, especially since they're all psychopaths. The sinister smirk on his face as Jungkook viciously tried to escape the chain, screaming for help that was not going to come for him, was by far  from a regular professional smile.

He loves torturing, and no one can change Jimin's mind about that.

The next day Jungkook was somehow still alive. He was back on his knees on the floor, quiet now with the dark rings under his eyes from the clear lack of sleep. Mr. Kim was easy on him because of yesterday, so he barely put any attention to him unless it was to do demonstrations of the body on the ground.

That session was teaching how the position of killing someone either makes the predator more ignited to kill or no. If the victim is in a position ready to be killed willingly, a predator will most likely feel unfazed because they want for their victims to beg for their life, in which twitches with their sanity to kill them off instead. If the victim is in a position to protect themselves, most likely the predator will attack more viciously.

By this point, Jimin fooled himself to believe that logic even though he's right. Jimin loves hearing his victims to beg for death towards the end, if not that doesn't make it that exciting.

Give it up for psychologist Mr. Kim on how to avoid killing people.

The whole week followed in this pattern. It wasn't like the first day for Jungkook, he would get a few beatings or whips in relation to class topics but not something he couldn't take. Thankfully this is his last day of his punishment and it seems like Mr. Kim has no use of him at all.

Or so... He made believe.

Hoseok was a shuffling mess upon noticing this, glancing at his raven haired friend at the familiar corner when the teacher turned around  to write something on the board. Jungkook was on his fours, looking down like he always did as the click of the clock continues to ticks, counting down the minutes before he's freed from this torture.

However the time wasn't exactly what had Hoseok nerve wrecked or let alone was it how Jungkook seemed to have grown thinner and thinner by the time being here.

It was by the topic of the class.

Rape and sexual assault.

Anything.... Could happen, and Hoseok was only hoping time sped by faster so Mr. Kim wouldn't get any ideas-

"Mr. Seokjin," Mr. Kim suddenly calls out when he turns around, making Seokjin avert his gaze from the clock to the teacher.

"Yes sir."

"Come to the front of the class."

Hoseok spoke too soon.

The five males in the back of the room instantly began to go through a whole bullet fire of theories of what's going to happen, and it seems as if they're the only ones cautious about this. Everyone else remained unfazed, as if this is something that's normal for the teacher to do while there's a student chained up as a lab rat to the side of the class.

Either they got use to Mr. Kim's ways or they actually just don't feel shit anymore.

Reluctantly Seokjin gets up from his desk and walks down the row, approaching his teacher and gives him a respectful bow when he reaches him, "What can I do for your you sir?"

Mr. Kim stares at him with his hawk eye dark eyes and he reaches into his drawer, yanking out handcuffs and gives him to him, "Handcuff Jungkook's to the chain on his neck."

Jimin fought so hard to not try to move his hands away from the desk, let alone to move a muscle to look away. If the teacher sees anyone let alone blink an eye away from his live demonstrations, punishments will happen.

Seokjin stares at the handcuffs with sweat now piling his hair and he reluctantly takes it, turning around to Jungkook. The ravenette is sitting on the ground now, look hysterically between his teacher and his friend, slightly shaking his head.

"W-What are you doing? Was I being bad?"

No one replied. Seokjin only crouches in front of Jungkook, grabs his wrists and hand cuffs them snuggly. Jungkook tried to search the other's eyes for some sort of clarity of what's going on but Seokjin only avoided his gaze as he raises his restrained hands to hook it to the chain attaching Jungkook's collar and the pole against the wall.

"W-What is going on? Seokjin hyung?" Jungkook whimpers with his lips quivering, the pools in his eyes only growing more and more like river streams down his cheek.

Small, he looks so small.

Seokjin frowns to the innocent sight and wipes a tear away, "Don't worry, everything is okay. It's probably demonstration of restrain or something," He whispers comfortingly at the boy and stands up, turning to his teacher to be told to sit down.

However, Mr. Kim clearly was not done.

"Fuck him."

That was the pin dropping of the lesson, and Namjoon shoot himself up to his feet.

"Is this even allowed-"

"I don't believe I ever called on you to speak Mr. Namjoon," Mr. Kim snarls, his eyes hooded now, "Sit. Besides, this isn't anything new for Seokjin, isn't it?"

Wait what?

Jimin's whole eyes widen as he looks at the brunette haired man at the front of the class, whose lips are gawked in shock from the sudden announcement. Mr. Kim taunts a smirk and strides towards him, "Five women, skinned, tortured, and drowned in a river. Sounds familiar, hm?"

Seokjin is by now shaking with his fists balled up to his sides, "H-How did you know-"

"I know everything," Mr. Kim mutters bitterly and nods to the horrified male on the ground, "Go on, this shouldn't be any different now, right?"

The intensity in the room grew so thin and so high it became nearly impossible to breath. Jimin is shaking in fear for his ravenette as he looks at Jungkook, who is staring directly at him with blotchy cheeks filled with tears.

"F-Firecracker," He whimpers quietly, squeezing his eyes shut with his face completely coiling to utter desperation, "P-Please help me.... Please."

Never did Jimin ever believe he would feel pity for another human being in his life.

So much to the point he even got to his feet without thinking, "I'll take his place."

All eyes instantly falls to Jimin, shocked that he ever even suggested this, even Mr. Kim, who is perking an indifferent eyebrow at him, "What?"

Jimin walks around his desk and approaches the front of the class, looking up to his teacher, "I will take Jungkook's place. Seokjin can fuck me for all I fucking care, but not Jungkook."

He will most definitely not stand and do nothing as this happens.

No fucking way.

A sadistic smile suddenly forms Mr.Kim's lips, finding clear amusement to this and steps behind Jimin, placing his hands on his face to guide him to the scene, "You see that Jimin," Mr. Kim whispers against his ear, making the ginger haired man shiver  to the goosebumps flooding his skin, "That is someone who doesn't want to be hurt or touched, and that is someone who doesn't care. Sounds familiar?"

Everything falls heavy in Jimin's chest as Jungkook's teary does eyes now looks familiar and similar to those who he has killed before.

Did they.... Really look like that from someone who cares about them?

Is this how it feels.... That anger and rage from the families of his victims after they find their burnt bodies?

If so....... He fucking hates that feeling.

In the midst of Jimin's mind being processed, Mr. Kim clasp his wrists together with cuffs from behind as he attached him to the desk with a chain, "You get front row seats now. Mr. Seokjin, do as you're told."

Jimin completely panics.

No.

NO!

He attempts to lunge forward but the chains yanks him back, dragging him beside Mr. Kim as he tries to get to Jungkook. By now Jungkook is screaming, especially as Seokjin approaches him with every dread in his body as he fights those pity gleaming eyes from showing.

"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME!"

"I WON'T SAY ANYTHING! I PROMISE!"

"I'M STILL A VIRGIN PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME!"

Those words Seokjin has heard it many times before, and those many times before he never felt a single strand of emotion in lace with empathy. So why does he feel like a knife is being stabbed to his chest? Is it because he's being ordered to do this?

Seokjin doesn't want to do this, yet he knows his and Jungkook's fate if he doesn't comply.

Jimin has lost sense of anything around him, as though he was kicked back and forced to watch and not being able to do anything about it.

He screams, he screams so loud, but it's as though no one was able to hear him or react.

Jimin is in a battle field alone.

Forced to watch without a weapon as someone hurts the innocent in this cruel world.

Ironic, isn't it?

Seokjin pauses, his body now shaking in complete devastation to Jungkook red face as he begs to not be touched. However after a sudden painful whip to his back by his teacher, Seokjin closes his eyes with a deep frown.

Jimin is going absolutely feral; he's on the floor now, kicking against the metal desk to move but it never does. He curses so loud and made eye contact with Jungkook, who's banging against the chains to be freed but it never worked.

Nothing worked.

They're trapped.

They can't do anything.

"F-Firecracker," Jungkook whispers, "C-Cover your e-eyes please, I-I don't w-want you to l-look."

The way Jimin felt a stabbing pain on his chest upon hearing that, still fighting against his own restraints, "R-Ravenette please-"

"COVER YOUR FUCKING EYES- AH!"

Yoongi couldn't breath from the desk he's sitting, rubbing his hand against his throat to ease the tight clench behind there but nothing works.

What's worse is not doing anything about it.

If they do, punishment.

They're all screwed.

Through the mass chaos of emotions circulating the room, Mr. Kim stands in front of the class with a dark glare, "You see this as wrong, yet plenty of you are in this room because you do it yourselves," He says monotone as he scours the room with his menacing glare, "Many of you are here because of this. You kidnap someone from their lives, torture them, assault them, and lastly kill them off like if it was nothing. As if their lives didn't matter. So what's the lesson for the day?" He hums as he glances to how Jungkook has now gone quiet, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes and low whimpers hiccupping out of his perked lips, "Don't fuck someone without their consent and don't hold someone hostage against their will because people like Mr. Park Jimin here, will be highly upset to how helpless they feel from doing nothing about it. Meanwhile people like Jungkook, while most likely suffer anyone giving him any physical contact for a long time. Meanwhile as you all watched and did nothing, live with that guilt because you definitely didn't feel shit when it happened to your victims. That's my lesson for the day."

Seokjin scrambled away from Jungkook's motionless body on the floor as if he burned him with the guilt cruising through his veins once it was over. Meanwhile Jungkook only kept his eyes sole on Jimin's shakily back towards him.

And he smiles, "That's my good firecracker."

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A/N:

So I'm be honest here, my mind nearly went black a few times while I was reading this again. It got to the point my breathing got very shallow and I was literally losing touch with my surroundings and myself. I had to take a breather, shake myself and drink water to keep my head focused and not let what was happening affect me in a negative way. This topic for me is a major trigger itself, and I can only imagine how it was for a few of of you out there as well.

I can't stress this enough how serious these topics are to the world we live in now. It makes me feel so emotional to think that there's people out there who finds pleasure in forcing people like this to....

I can't even continue.

I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be able to read this chapter for a while as the book continues on.

I also want you all to understand that whenever I write things like these, it's never to idolize them or hurt anyone, it's always for the reason to set awareness that these horrible things (Such as rape, torture, etc)  do happen in real life, and that there's also people out there who finds who actually take pleasure in hurting others without any reason at all.

So please everyone, be careful and take care of yourselves.

I purple you all so much! <3