"Please don't get too hurt. I can't stand to see you hurt." Jimin looked at Tae, desperate and afraid. He'd do whatever it took to keep Tae safe, even if he had to suffer himself. He couldn't let his friend always take the brunt of their stupidity.
Ten lowered his head and hell, Cheon wasn't wrong but then, he'd never been close to anyone. He knew he was a coward, he knew he got these two into trouble more than once and he'd basically fucked up beyond redemption but he was scared. Cheon had a way of getting to him, he usually able to counter him and move forward, not let it get to him, but this time around was different.
Cheon was angrier. That made him scarier. Cuffed and collared, for the first time in his life, he actually felt a lot of shame over it. It didn't feel good. "I care about you, master." Whatever kept him alive.
"That's what I thought, boy. So much for sweet and soft, huh?" Cheon grabbed him by his hair to pull him along, only switching it up after a few steps and leading him by the collar instead. He unlocked the door and pushed Ten in first, gesturing to him right away. "On your knees."
He walked in, letting the door fall shut behind him and Tae immediately started fighting his cuffs, doing what he could to get to him. "I'll kill you!" He didn't even sound scared, just angry. For now. "I'll kill you, you fucking bastard!"
Cheon just watched him, clearly not impressed, finally taking out the gun he'd taken from Tae. The gun Tae had gotten from Namjoon. It was just a gun, nothing special to it, but Tae liked it a lot. He had never really gotten a present from anyone other than Jimin before and this gun symbolised a lot of trust that Namjoon put into him. Right now he stilled, because Cheon was pointing the gun right at him, arm outstretched. "Kill me with that nice gun you got there? I should shoot you the way I got Suga's golden boy. I hear he survived. Shame, that."
He stepped closer and shoved the gun right against Tae's stomach. "Doubt he'd have survived if I shot him from up close."
After a moment he turned his head to smile at Jimin. "Hi, Jimin. I missed you."
Not Cheon, God damn it, he should have known. It was obvious really. It was so clear just to look at Ten just how this had all happened. He knew that Cheon had been fucking Ten but he really thought that with Hobi and all, maybe it wouldn't be the same but no. It was so clear, he shouldn't have been so stupid. He blamed himself. He knew better and he didn't stop them, didn't protect Tae properly.
Trying to be brave, despite the fear, he watched Tae with desperate eyes. "Cheon, please, don't! Don't hurt him. Can't we - Can't we talk about this? We could .. oh God, please don't shoot him."
He couldn't lose Tae. "Why are you doing all of this?"
"If you don't want me to, then maybe I won't." Cheon pulled away from Tae, but he did pistol-whip him right across the face, looking at him just long enough to be satisfied when he saw that his lip was bleeding. Then, gun still in had, he walked over to Jimin, looking down at him stretched out on the bed and, as always, seeing no reason to hide that he liked what he saw.
"Jimin, didn't you tell me that you're not for sale?" He crouched down by the bed, ignoring how Tae told him not to touch him, clearly struggling again. Cheon's attention was entirely on Jimin, gently touching one of his earrings. "I guess I just didn't offer enough money, huh?"
"I'm not for sale. They're gifts." Jimin mumbled, trying to jerk his head away from Cheon's touch and stay strong. To get afraid would be giving him what he wanted. And he never had done that before. Cheon had tried so many times to buy him like a whore and Jimin had told him no so often, he was afraid that the next time Cheon would have lost his patience. Perhaps that's why he didn't question the coke job too much. After all, he wanted to be away from him but still in his good favour. As this showed, he was very dangerous. "I wanted to love, not have things. I told you that. I -- I didn't want to just fuck."
He cast his eye over at Ten, who was wrecked and clearly a little out of it. Probably shock. "I've seen what you do to those you fucked. I wasn't into it." He didn't like pain.
"You can't blame me for that mess. He drugged himself to work up the courage to trick you two. Anyway, he's nothing. He's a toy. But you are something special, aren't you?" Cheon held the earring and then suddenly ripped at it harshly, literally tearing it out of Jimin's earlobe. He wasn't too concerned, he'd seen people heal from that kind of damage. Just needed a doctor stitching it up and then it only took a while. But mostly he wanted pain for Jimin, he wanted blood. He wanted to make sure he knew that this was really happening. "When I'm done with you, Jimin, no one else will ever want to touch you again."
"Leave him alone!" Tae desperately wished that there was something else he could do, but all he could think of was insults. "What is this even, a dick measuring contest with Min Yoongi? You already lost, you fucking pest! You are so dead, he'll skin you alive."
Jimin screamed out in pain and tried to move away, his ear exploded in pain as he tried his best to breath through it and focus on the fact that Yoongi had to come, he would come, and he'd save him before it got any worse. He had to. He just had to. "People aren't your toys!" Tears were streaming down his face now as he still tried to be brave, anger taking over more than he expected. He always was quick to anger, he couldn't help himself. "I'm not special, I just don't want you!"
Probably not something he should yell at the person who had him tied to the bed but he had to make his point, he had to be strong. Not even in this state was he willing to lower himself and be like Ten. He just couldn't. "Min Yoongi will still want me."
"Min Yoongi is going to be dead." Cheon said it as a simple fact. "And it is going to be your fault for being stupid enough to get caught."
"You're bluffing. You have nothing, we have all your assets, everything." Tae didn't hesitate to call him out and Cheon didn't hesitate to hit him again, this time punching him in the stomach. Then he looked over to Ten, who seemed intent on being useless. Well, he could help with that.
"Ten, I have a task for you. Get Jimin hard for me, will you?" Cheon turned on his phone camera. What? Should be fun. "Do a good job or you'll regret it."
"... Wait, no. You can't be serious!" Jimin's eyes were wide as he turned his head and Ten moved, his body language entirely defeated. He wasn't shocked, he was bruised all over and whatever Cheon had done, he'd been rough. God. Why had he set them up? Why didn't he just talk to Hobi? "Ten, don't do it! You don't have to do what he says. He's one man. We don't have to cave to him."
Ten frowned and then looked at Cheon, that glare he was sending him was motivating enough and he knew how much he needed him. Not playing along could end badly.
"Do I have?" Ten asked, eyeing up Jim nervously. "I-- I don't have my hands." Hopefully that was an excuse enough. "And I-- Cheon, please, come on." He didn't want to be a part of this.
"Don't you dare touch him, you little asshole." Yes, Tae could see that Ten was also a victim in this, but his loyalty would always be to Jimin first. He felt bad for Ten, but there wasn't much he could do for him. He had to fight for Jimin with everything he had, not that he could do much.
"Since when do you need your fucking hands to turn someone on? Don't play with me right now, boy. I'll start breaking your fingers one by one until you learn to listen." Cheon moved forward and pulled Ten against himself, very deliberately pressing against his injured back. "Is this the moment you choose to give a shit about people? A bit late for that. They'd all rather see you dead already."
Ten could barely breath, he closed his eyes and tried his best not to cry. He'd never been in a situation like this, knowing that someone like Cheon was his only chance to survive. Tae's words really drove it home, they knew he was a traitor and they'd kill him. He winced at the pain on his back and fought back any tears. He wasn't really a crier but this was getting to him. He didn't want to have his fingers broken. He was so damn weak.
Jimin stared up at Ten as the other moved forward, clambering onto the mattress without the use of his hands. Shit! He did his best to try and move away, drawing his legs up. "Ten, stop! Stop it, God, you don't have to listen to him! Look at what he did to you. It's not your fault, we know that."
"You're lying to me." Cheon said so. And that was all he had right now. "You're going to kill me anyway." With that, he wriggled his way in between Jimin's legs and tried to undo his fly with his teeth.
"Aw, Jimin. That's cute. You think Min Yoongi would leave anyone alive who touches you? I wouldn't be surprised if he killed you for getting yourself into this situation. He's a stone-cold bastard, everyone knows that." Cheon made sure to point the camera at Jimin's face before going lower down to get a good shot of what Ten was doing.
Tae was unusually quiet, trying to dislocate his thumbs in a desperate attempt to get his hands free. If he could only go for his gun, he was convinced that Cheon couldn't have anyone else working with him.
"He wouldn't ever hurt me. He wouldn't hurt Ten! He'd know it wasn't his fault, it's your fault. You're the only one in danger. Do you hear that, Ten? He's just using you. Yoongi-hyung isn't a monster." Jimin knew that Ten was beyond reaching at this point. He was scared for his life, traumatised and God knows what else. He just focused on doing what Cheon had told him to do.
He used his teeth to get towards Jimin's cock, nuzzling against it and doing his best to get something from Jimin. The other whined and tried to get away from Ten, closing his eyes and trying to pretend the camera wasn't there. "Cheon, stop this!"
"The hell I will. You're doing a good job, Ten." Cheon was very entertained by all of this and, more importantly, very distracted. So he actually missed when Tae got his hands free. Tae knew he had no time to waste, so he attacked right away, going for the gun.
"What the fuck?!" They wrestled and Tae did what he could, but with his thumbs in that state and being significantly smaller than Cheon, he ultimately stood no chance.
"Leave them alone!" He struggled, even as Cheon pinned him against the wall, holding the gun in hand. "They don't belong here." Neither Jimin nor Ten really belonged in this world, he believed that. Maybe he did and maybe he'd die for it, but he'd keep them safe. At least he had to try.
"Shit, you have to stop fighting it." Ten cursed against Jimin's leg, knowing that these two would always fight and he got that, he knew how to do that too but with Cheon, it didn't matter. Especially now. He had nothing. That meant he had nothing to lose, he could do this all day and what would happen? Death? That was going to happen anyway.
"No! God, no! Don't shoot him, please." Jimin didn't want Tae to die, he couldn't stand to watch his best friend go out like this. He always tried so hard to protect him. "Please, Cheon. If you don't kill him I'll-- I'll do whatever you want, please!"
Cheon barely even listened to Jimin, too busy beating on Tae, basically just punching and kicking him until he stopped moving, still on the ground. He crouched down, checking his pulse. Still alive. Well, that was something, he supposed. He might come in useful later.
He turned around, looking at Jimin and Ten again, his knuckles bloody. He held his hand out in front of Ten, waiting for him to lick it clean, whether it was his own or Tae's blood. Probably a mix. "I think it's time we get serious, Jimin, don't you? I was going to take it easy on you, but apparently you don't want to play around."
Ten looked at the knuckles for a long time, his heart stopping in his chest. He never liked gangs for this exact reason, he didn't like the violence, the pain, the fighting. He tentatively leaned forward, giving his knuckles a little kitten lick every now and again.
"Tae! Tae?! Oh my God. Is he alive? Oh God. Tae?" Jimin didn't ever care about Cheon, he was straining in his cuffs. Oh God, Tae wasn't moving and there was so much blood. Why wasn't he moving? He swallowed hard and tried not to freak out. "You bastard! You better not have killed him!"
"Relax. He's still breathing, he's fine." Not that Cheon really know how fine fine was, but he was alive, and that'd do it for now. "But I could kill him really quick for you if you keep being such a little shit."
Cheon looked at Ten for a moment, smiling to himself. Sweet. He really was completely broken this time. It was a turn-on, he had to admit that. The thought of getting Jimin to that level... Yeah. Just thinking it and he got hard.
"You are going to let me fuck your mouth now, Jimin. I'm tired of playing."
"I -- don't. Please. Don't." Jimin had the urge to clamp his mouth shut and he did, knowing that he had to be strong and if Tae was in danger, he had to do it. He just didn't want to. He didn't want to do it, not just for himself but Yoongi. "Please!"
"Cheon, don't do it." Ten didn't want Jimin to get raped because of him. Jesus, he hadn't wanted any of this. How did he end up here? And now Tae was down and who else was going to protect Jimin? His damn boyfriend hadn't turned up yet and God knows how long Cheon could hold them before anyone worked out where he was. "You can fuck me, isn't that enough?"
"Are you fucking kidding me with this? No, Ten, fucking you is nothing. Who hasn't fucked you? You are a greedy, selfish slut, stop pretending you have a backbone. The only reason you got J-Hope is because that coward will fuck anyone too." Cheon was never one to hold back the verbal abuse, so this entire tirade was hardly surprising. He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him off the bed, putting a foot down on the back of his neck to make him bow deep.
"Ah, fuck." Ten yelped as he fell off the bed, forced to bow onto the floor and feeling everything inside him churn. Cheon wasn't wrong. He was selfish, he was pathetic and he had tricked two people who were just being nice to him into this mess. And now Tae wasn't moving and Jimin was going to get raped because of him. And God, what would Hobi think?
He hated it. He hated letting Hobi down. He could hear Jimin fighting against his chains and he lowered his head down as far as he could. "I know my place, I'm sorry. I'm a good boy."
Fuck it, he was to die anyway. First chance he got, he may as well go for Cheon.
"That's what I thought." Cheon checked Ten's handcuffs, pushing them a little tighter, mostly just making sure. He didn't need another escape artist around. "I'll deal with you later." He didn't need that kind of backtalk.
However, he turned his attention to Jimin and, well. It was so satisfying to see the fear and despair there. He sat down on the bed next to him, cupping his face with one hand. So sweet. "Maybe I should just fuck you right away. I think you need to feel a real man."
"Yoongi is a real man." Jimin cringed away from his touch, hitting his head against the back of the wall as he tried to keep away from him. "If you put your dick in my mouth, I will bite it off." He hissed out his words, trying to make him as afraid as he could manage. Which wasn't much, he imagined, given that Jimin had nothing on Cheon.
Behind him, Ten pulled his cuffs as low down as he could, using his hands for balance and slowly moving his legs through his arms to bring the cuffs forward. Even move was slow and deliberate, careful not to draw attention.
"Then you give me no choice but to fuck your ass, huh?" With that said, Cheon got onto the bed and flipped Jimin over with surprising ease. Well, Jimin was a slender guy and he had definitely done this before. He held Jimin down with a hand at the back of his head, smothering him while he pulled down his jeans, not wanting to even give him the chance to struggle much.
"No, no, no!" Jimin cried out, he screamed as loud as he could as he kicked his legs and tried to dislodge him. Ten found himself stunned and unable to move, watching in horror and wondering if he even stood a chance to get at Cheon. He couldn't stand hearing Jimin scream like that. God, he was going to fuck him. He could hear Jimin's muffled protests and they made him sick.
Fuck it! He was dead anyway. He got up and moved forward as quick as he could, literally leaping on Cheon's back and pulling his arms around him. He used the small length of the cuff to link around Cheon's neck and wrapped his legs around his waist, just trying to choke the bastard. "Stop it!"
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Ten lowered his head and hell, Cheon wasn't wrong but then, he'd never been close to anyone. He knew he was a coward, he knew he got these two into trouble more than once and he'd basically fucked up beyond redemption but he was scared. Cheon had a way of getting to him, he usually able to counter him and move forward, not let it get to him, but this time around was different.
Cheon was angrier. That made him scarier. Cuffed and collared, for the first time in his life, he actually felt a lot of shame over it. It didn't feel good. "I care about you, master." Whatever kept him alive.
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He walked in, letting the door fall shut behind him and Tae immediately started fighting his cuffs, doing what he could to get to him. "I'll kill you!" He didn't even sound scared, just angry. For now. "I'll kill you, you fucking bastard!"
Cheon just watched him, clearly not impressed, finally taking out the gun he'd taken from Tae. The gun Tae had gotten from Namjoon. It was just a gun, nothing special to it, but Tae liked it a lot. He had never really gotten a present from anyone other than Jimin before and this gun symbolised a lot of trust that Namjoon put into him. Right now he stilled, because Cheon was pointing the gun right at him, arm outstretched. "Kill me with that nice gun you got there? I should shoot you the way I got Suga's golden boy. I hear he survived. Shame, that."
He stepped closer and shoved the gun right against Tae's stomach. "Doubt he'd have survived if I shot him from up close."
After a moment he turned his head to smile at Jimin. "Hi, Jimin. I missed you."
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Trying to be brave, despite the fear, he watched Tae with desperate eyes. "Cheon, please, don't! Don't hurt him. Can't we - Can't we talk about this? We could .. oh God, please don't shoot him."
He couldn't lose Tae. "Why are you doing all of this?"
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"Jimin, didn't you tell me that you're not for sale?" He crouched down by the bed, ignoring how Tae told him not to touch him, clearly struggling again. Cheon's attention was entirely on Jimin, gently touching one of his earrings. "I guess I just didn't offer enough money, huh?"
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He cast his eye over at Ten, who was wrecked and clearly a little out of it. Probably shock. "I've seen what you do to those you fucked. I wasn't into it." He didn't like pain.
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"Leave him alone!" Tae desperately wished that there was something else he could do, but all he could think of was insults. "What is this even, a dick measuring contest with Min Yoongi? You already lost, you fucking pest! You are so dead, he'll skin you alive."
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Probably not something he should yell at the person who had him tied to the bed but he had to make his point, he had to be strong. Not even in this state was he willing to lower himself and be like Ten. He just couldn't. "Min Yoongi will still want me."
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"You're bluffing. You have nothing, we have all your assets, everything." Tae didn't hesitate to call him out and Cheon didn't hesitate to hit him again, this time punching him in the stomach. Then he looked over to Ten, who seemed intent on being useless. Well, he could help with that.
"Ten, I have a task for you. Get Jimin hard for me, will you?" Cheon turned on his phone camera. What? Should be fun. "Do a good job or you'll regret it."
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Ten frowned and then looked at Cheon, that glare he was sending him was motivating enough and he knew how much he needed him. Not playing along could end badly.
"Do I have?" Ten asked, eyeing up Jim nervously. "I-- I don't have my hands." Hopefully that was an excuse enough. "And I-- Cheon, please, come on." He didn't want to be a part of this.
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"Since when do you need your fucking hands to turn someone on? Don't play with me right now, boy. I'll start breaking your fingers one by one until you learn to listen." Cheon moved forward and pulled Ten against himself, very deliberately pressing against his injured back. "Is this the moment you choose to give a shit about people? A bit late for that. They'd all rather see you dead already."
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Jimin stared up at Ten as the other moved forward, clambering onto the mattress without the use of his hands. Shit! He did his best to try and move away, drawing his legs up. "Ten, stop! Stop it, God, you don't have to listen to him! Look at what he did to you. It's not your fault, we know that."
"You're lying to me." Cheon said so. And that was all he had right now. "You're going to kill me anyway." With that, he wriggled his way in between Jimin's legs and tried to undo his fly with his teeth.
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Tae was unusually quiet, trying to dislocate his thumbs in a desperate attempt to get his hands free. If he could only go for his gun, he was convinced that Cheon couldn't have anyone else working with him.
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He used his teeth to get towards Jimin's cock, nuzzling against it and doing his best to get something from Jimin. The other whined and tried to get away from Ten, closing his eyes and trying to pretend the camera wasn't there. "Cheon, stop this!"
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"What the fuck?!" They wrestled and Tae did what he could, but with his thumbs in that state and being significantly smaller than Cheon, he ultimately stood no chance.
"Leave them alone!" He struggled, even as Cheon pinned him against the wall, holding the gun in hand. "They don't belong here." Neither Jimin nor Ten really belonged in this world, he believed that. Maybe he did and maybe he'd die for it, but he'd keep them safe. At least he had to try.
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"No! God, no! Don't shoot him, please." Jimin didn't want Tae to die, he couldn't stand to watch his best friend go out like this. He always tried so hard to protect him. "Please, Cheon. If you don't kill him I'll-- I'll do whatever you want, please!"
Whatever it took to stop this.
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He turned around, looking at Jimin and Ten again, his knuckles bloody. He held his hand out in front of Ten, waiting for him to lick it clean, whether it was his own or Tae's blood. Probably a mix. "I think it's time we get serious, Jimin, don't you? I was going to take it easy on you, but apparently you don't want to play around."
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"Tae! Tae?! Oh my God. Is he alive? Oh God. Tae?" Jimin didn't ever care about Cheon, he was straining in his cuffs. Oh God, Tae wasn't moving and there was so much blood. Why wasn't he moving? He swallowed hard and tried not to freak out. "You bastard! You better not have killed him!"
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Cheon looked at Ten for a moment, smiling to himself. Sweet. He really was completely broken this time. It was a turn-on, he had to admit that. The thought of getting Jimin to that level... Yeah. Just thinking it and he got hard.
"You are going to let me fuck your mouth now, Jimin. I'm tired of playing."
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"Cheon, don't do it." Ten didn't want Jimin to get raped because of him. Jesus, he hadn't wanted any of this. How did he end up here? And now Tae was down and who else was going to protect Jimin? His damn boyfriend hadn't turned up yet and God knows how long Cheon could hold them before anyone worked out where he was. "You can fuck me, isn't that enough?"
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"Remember your place, you piece of shit."
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He hated it. He hated letting Hobi down. He could hear Jimin fighting against his chains and he lowered his head down as far as he could. "I know my place, I'm sorry. I'm a good boy."
Fuck it, he was to die anyway. First chance he got, he may as well go for Cheon.
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However, he turned his attention to Jimin and, well. It was so satisfying to see the fear and despair there. He sat down on the bed next to him, cupping his face with one hand. So sweet. "Maybe I should just fuck you right away. I think you need to feel a real man."
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Behind him, Ten pulled his cuffs as low down as he could, using his hands for balance and slowly moving his legs through his arms to bring the cuffs forward. Even move was slow and deliberate, careful not to draw attention.
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Fuck it! He was dead anyway. He got up and moved forward as quick as he could, literally leaping on Cheon's back and pulling his arms around him. He used the small length of the cuff to link around Cheon's neck and wrapped his legs around his waist, just trying to choke the bastard. "Stop it!"
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