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t w e l v e / three down

you nod, struggling to find anything to say. he rubs at his eyes with his balled up fists, sniffling slightly. he takes a few deep breaths, giving you watery smile before opening his mouth.

"i was born into a poor family as were most in our group. my dad isn't a big part of my story but my mother..." he trails off, looking at the floor melancholically.

"jiminie, don't tell me if you don't want to," you reassure, holding his tiny hands in your noticeably larger ones. he shakes his head and starts again.

"my mother always praised me on my looks. my childhood was filled with comments on how good my body was and how sweet my face looked. even her friends would comment on my looks. eventually, i got used to it and developed an odd habit to check myself out in the mirror a few times before leaving my room. i turned sixteen and i began to notice some things that didn't add up. for example, she made me skip meals to keep me thin when i thought it was to save money. for my present, she dropped me off at a sex slavery centre."

you wince, pulling yourself closer to jimin. he shudders at the thought.

"all the clients i got touched me, kissed me a-and they did it all w-without my permission. i soon learnt that it's called rape. i was raped for a very long time. the centre i worked at, to throw the term around loosely, had twenty other people working as well. some of them were as young as eight. it was repulsive. most of them were nice to me, others only spat insults at me because i was the most requested for slave. i wasn't proud of it."

you furrow your brows together, thinking of every possible way to make his clients feel as much pain as he did.

"the nice ones introduced me to dancing and gymnastics. to them, it was their only connection to the real world and it soon became mine. when i wasn't with a client, i was in my poor excuse of a room, practicing the moves i got taught. i hadn't felt that alive in a long time. out of old habits, i stopped myself from eating and focused on making my m-masters, as i was told to call them, h-happy."

you scowl, throwing out a few curses under your breath. out of all the stories, his has made you the maddest.

"i got a range of clients, some male and other female. they were all, however, the d-dominant ones during sex. i don't think i could name a single part of my body that wasn't touched. i can sometimes still feel their hands squeezing me. though my body was covered in bruises from whips, chains and bonds, they still praised me for my looks."

he trembles, eyes widening as he stares at the wall. you spread your legs out and pull him in between them, hugging him. he sighs and mutters a small thank you.

"actually, the worse i got was my last, thank fucking god. he had an odd collection of toys to use. one time, he tied me up using his curtains. i tried to escape from him after a week of being his slave. he had booked me for a long time and i didn't think i could hold on any longer. he found me passed out on the street and took me back, fucked me while i was out and then left me to cry myself to sleep when i woke up to him with his dick halfway in my ass. anyway, the last time i did it with him was horrible."

you smile when he curls into himself, resting his head on your chest.

"he tied me up like normal and said he wanted to try something new. i was drained and had no energy to stop him. i was then blindfolded and gagged because my 'pretty moans would distract him.' i had no clue what was happening. turns out his new thing was biting. every single bit of my area was bitten."

you begin rocking back and forth, stroking his head. no one deserves that, especially not the angel you've gotten to know.

"i couldn't breathe by the end of it. he wanted to go out after so he covered me up and we went for a walk. he spoke about nothing else other than himself. i wasn't listening, i remember because i was praying. my master suddenly pushed me in an alley and tried to kiss me. i kicked and struggled with him but lack of food made me weak. he was this close when a fist knocked him to the other side. i saw a brown haired man standing next to me, the anger in his eyes making me gulp. his friend stood close by, arms folded across his chest intimidatingly but i could feel his fear."

you wrack your brain to try and figure out who it is.

"the brown haired man asked me if i was ok. i could only nod, pointing frantically at my master who was getting up. he smiled brightly at me and ran towards my master, fists raised. i found his smile cute, boxy if i do say so myself. before i could watch the fight, his friend brought me into his arms, keeping my face pressed against his chest. he played with the ends of my hair, muttering about how i'm safe now and that this man won't ever hurt me again. despite my fear, i returned his hug."

taehyung, taehyung beat the man up. your heart swells but you still ponder on who the second man could be.

"after he was done, taehyung, i could tell you figured it out, came and pulled me away from the other boy. he noticed me crying and gave me a hug of his own. he asked if they should take me with them. the other one said yes so i was picked up bridal style by taehyung and carried back. they didn't ask questions and i was glad. the only thing i was asked was how old i was by the younger. twenty, i answered."

"jungkook? wait, you dealt with that bullshit for four fucking years?"

he nods, laughing slightly. the pain behind it breaks your heart.

"when we got back, namjoon immediately started asking questions, alerting all the other boys. i cowered in fear, whimpering when taehyung yelled at everyone to shut the fuck up. jin came up first and took me to treat my injuries. i grabbed taehyung's hand and pulled him with me. that's when i told them everything. they told namjoon and he made me a part of their group. actually, the last until you arrived."

you shrug, making him giggle softly.

"they helped me get over the trauma but i still get nightmares and panic attacks. this one was caused by taehyung. his bag brushed up against my area when he was talking to me."

tears drop onto your cheeks, tears for the innocence ripped away from such a sweet boy. he coos, wiping your tears away tiredly. you notice that he's crying too, wiping his own tears away after doing yours.

"jimin, you are so special to me. you deserved absolutely none of that and i hope all those guys and girls suffer painful deaths. if not, i'll give them one."

jimin yawns, snuggling into your chest.

"actually, taehyung went and blew up the centre and set all the slaves free. he then put all of the masters in jail so i guess it did turn out well."

you want to ask him about his tattoo and jacket but he's already fallen asleep. you shake your head, combing your fingers through his hair.

nothing but white space fills your mind until hoseok walks in.

"y/n, you in here? namjoon's been looking every-"

he stops, eyeing the two of you in suspicion. you motion for him to come over quietly. he tiptoes over and crouches down.

"he was having a panic attack and then told me his story. he's tired so i'm letting him sleep. just tell namjoon that."

hoseok nods, ruffling your hair and planting a kiss on jimin's head. he contemplates it then shrugs, kissing your head too. you wave as he closes the door behind him.

yoongi had no home

hoseok had no happiness

jimin had no security.

you don't even want to think about what happened to everyone else. the door opens, revealing a concerned looking namjoon.

he sighs in relief and looks at you.

"when he wakes up, we need to talk."

. why do i make things so sad??

. shania 💕