What Was I Made For :(

Min Yoongi was cruel.

He was worse than any monsters Jiminie had ever seen. He was the spawn of the devil himself and fuck everything else, he was the kind of demon that many would want to steeper clear of, and Jiminie had long known that from the moment he saw that video that his friends were watching. Well, they were not exactly his friends but goddamn, for bandmates who were supposed to be a team, they were a bunch of freaks that loved watching one of them being screwed over and over. 

Today, they were watching another video when Jiminie walked into his bedroom, a space that was meant to be his and his alone. He had loved that it was the only place where he could hide away and forget about the way his bandmates looked at him. His room was the only place he could hide and not be worried about anyone hurting him, and yet as he looked at them, he couldn't help but feel his eyes sting so badly.

"Goddamn, I never knew he had a pussy so tight like that," Kook said as he jerked off at a moan that sounded a lot like Jiminie's. He knew them so well because it was him there this time. He could see that they were watching on the projector they had conveniently set up for their pleasures. They were watching him get fucked on a damned projector and were heaving the time of their lives while at it.

Jiminie didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do this time. He didn't know if he needed to cry out for mercy or if he needed to beg them to let him be. He didn't know if this was what he would have to live with until he retired from the music industry or if his life had just been ruined by people who were supposed to be his teammates. Oh, he despised them. He hated them with a passion so strong, but none more than the hate he had for Min Yoongi.

"Ah… Faster… Harder, please," Jiminie watched himself mourn on the screen. He couldn't remember squat about this moment and he didn't even know when the fuck Min Yoongi had fucked him so proudly like that to the point that he was literally begging the monster to pound into his pussy like that. 

Jiminie felt weak in the knees. He hated this. He despised all of this, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He didn't even know where to begin, so he just stood there with his backpack still in his hands as he watched the unfolding horror that was before him. His friends were with their dicks in their hands, jerking off to the sounds of his moaning, to the way his cunt was complimented and gods he despised them all.

"You're home, Jiminie," Min Yoongi said, snapping the boys out of their addictive watch. They hadn't seen him there and he couldn't even blame them because they had drawn all the curtains and made sure the room was so dark so the projector could give them a better view of Jiminie's cunt being ripped open mercilessly.

"Wh… What is that? Did… Did you drug me and fuck me?" Jiminie asked, his anger making a show as he glared at Min Yoongi. 

Jiminie knew Yoongi didn't give a shit about him so he wasn't expecting much from the man. He knew that all of that kindness and supposed scarfing had just been a show to lure Jiminie into trusting him, and for the past three months since Yoongi had realized Jiminie had a pussy, he had been nice to him. He had loved Jiminie, caring for him like anyone would protect someone they loved. 

Min Yoongi made Jiminie believe that this was just about the two of them in the world and that no one needed to come between them. Yoongi had gained Jiminie's trust and he had made Jiminie open up about how his father had fucked him up over and over. Yoongi made Jiminie confide in him and talk about how his father had always gang-raped him with his older friends. 

There was nothing Jiminie hadn't told Yoongi the past three months, and while they hadn't fucked in all those three months, they had been okay. But then he was wrong and that truth hurt like hell. What the hell was he supposed to make of this? This was the worst punch in the gut that Jiminie felt and honestly, it made him feel so worthless.

"Come on princess. You surely didn't think that I would wait all that time while I courted you, right? Surely you didn't think you had such a pretty cunt and I'd just watch you from a distance especially after fucking you the first time when you were standing? You trust me too much, but that's not my problem. Anyway, sit with us, sweetheart. If you don't, I'll let the world know how you like to get fucked," Yoongi said so casually like this was something normal.

The band members laughed at how shocked Jiminie was and when Jiminie turned the lights on, he instantly turned it back off. The boys were on his bed and they had used his clean clothes as cum towels. They had made sure to jerk off and wipe themselves with his clothing. This was harsh, and the worst thing that Jiminie could have even thought of.

"I thought–" Jiminie began and Yoongi started laughing at him.

"Namjoon has copies of the videos. Go watch it on the TV in the living room. I have things to do with Jiminie," Yoongi said to the boys and they just groaned as they made their way out of the room slapping Jiminie's ass while others pinched his tits like they were something else. Tae made sure to cup Jiminie's pussy, while Joon literally opened Jiminie's shirt and ran a long lick on his chest.

"Send us the recording once down. The camera is set," Joon shouted as their voices faded in the distance. 

"What?" Jiminie asked again, but Yoongi ignored him and just walked over to Jiminie's door and locked it shut, like he didn't want to be distracted by anyone. He didn't care about anything, other than the pussy that Jiminie was hiding under those beautiful pants and given the fact that he had been jerking off with the boys, Yoongi's dick was still out there for Jiminie to see. What had used to be something Jiminie looked forward to seeing was reduced to something Jiminie despised. He hated that there was no consent and even worse he didn't know shit about what had happened to him.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, Jiminie," Yoongi said as he played back the video from the start and then sat on Jiminie's bed, the keys to his door in his hands like he wasn't ever going to let Jiminie go without finishing what he wanted. 

"Look at how pretty you are, my princess. Look at how perfect you are, drugged and so submissive. You look so beautiful my heart chases even from just watching you. Fuck, you look so perfect, and those beautiful plump lips? You are a blessed one, Jiminie. And only I get to have you, no one else. I don't care what happened along the way, but you, Park Jimin, are going to be mine, always.

"If you dare to obey, then the world will know how sweet your moans are, and how tasty your cunt is. I have never tasted anything as sweet as that damn pussy in your pants. As for the number of times I drugged and fucked you, well I can say every single day. I fucked you every night, each night rougher than the other, that's why you woke up tired and sore, but with no memory of what happened to you.

"I know you went to the doctor about your memory flashes and he told you it was something that happened to people with pussies… but Jiminie, oh sweet Jiminie, he just told you what I wanted him to tell you," Yoongi said with a smirk as he orgasmed from just staring at Jiminie's still photo on the projector screen. Jiminie was the most beautiful man that Yoongi had ever seen and he couldn't blame himself for wanting more, right?