He’s Just Like Father

"Your body already knows me. Look at how you're responding my beautiful princess," Yoongi said as he grabbed a camera on the stand and took a few shots of Jiminie's cunt from behind. He loved how swollen he had gotten and Yoongi loved that only he was capable of tearing through Jiminie like that. With his camera work done, Yoongi walked back to Jiminie, turning the boy to look at him.

He didn't care that Jiminie was still in pain, no. The only thing that mattered to Yoongi was a release and since Jiminie had been a little defiant today, Yoongi would teach him a lesson, one that was meant to keep the poor vocalist in check. But was it enough? All the times he had raped Jiminie, the poor boy had always been unconscious on drugged. Right now, Jiminie was conscious and knew what was happening to him even though it was not with his consent.

"Get your pants off, Jiminie. I want to see that cunt well," Yoongi said and for a moment, Jiminie considered fighting back, but even if he did, there was a chance that the psycho holding him would kill him. Was that something that Jiminie really wanted to explore and that too with the temperament of the worst man he had ever interacted with?

"Look at how beautiful you are," Yoongi said when Jiminie stripped himself bare. He was putting himself there for Yoongi to use as he wanted and that should have scared Yoongi, but it didn't. Instead, Yoongi grabbed a dildo from the table and punched it into Jiminie's swollen and pulsing cunt. 

"Ngh," Jiminie groaned in pain, making that the first actual sound he had made since Yoongi began molesting him. He was in pain, and Yoongi was the cause of that pain. There was no telling what the universe had for him and frankly that scared him so much he wished he could disappear. Oh, but they were wishes, the wishes of a boy broken by those who should've been there for him. He would be okay, right?

"You groan so perfectly Jiminie," Yoongi said as he dipped his two fingers into Jiminie's ass, a painful stretch that should have gotten Jiminie crying out in pain, but Jiminie was numb. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even feel any more pain. So, he just lay there as Yoongi fucked his ass with his long finger, before shifting his monster dick into Jiminie's ass without so much as a warning. Jiminie shouldn't have expected it anyway, since Yoongi hadn't been one to communicate since he had begun this, right? 

The way Yoongi's dick fit with ease made Jiminie's heart shatter at the possible countless times Yoongi had done that to him without his knowledge to have his body responding like that. Jiminie had so many questions, but he wouldn't ask. So, he lay there even when Yoongi fucked his ass so roughly he was certain his ass had been torn, all the while the vibrator was inside his cunt, making him feel a lot of things. 

Jiminie could feel the pleasure, but the pain had numbed everything. So, he just lay there on the bed, his body moving up with every thrust Yoongi got into him, while he waited for it to all end. And three orgasms from Yoongi later, the man pulled out from Jiminie's ass. Only to grab another dildo and shove it in Jiminie's ass with the cum still inside, making Jiminie a swollen and pained creation by Yoongi.

"Goodnight Jiminie, I love you," Yoongi said as he walked out, leaving a messed up Jiminie on the bed wondering what kind of love this was. Maybe he hadn't gotten the memory, right?

***

Jiminie remembered it all when he woke up. It wasn't all just a bad dream that he could swat away and think of something else. It had happened and Jimin hated himself for it.

However, as he opened his eyes, he was surprised that his room was way too clean and he was cleaned up too. 

He couldn't remember taking a bath, but he was clean like he had been in the bathtub for hours. He was in pajamas, there were no dildos in his ass or cunt. His face wasn't covered in cum and he smelled good. Hell, anyone could have thought that everything that had happened the previous day was just a nightmare. 

But then the pain that Jiminie was feeling in his jaw, ass, and cunt was the cruel reminder he needed to know that it hadn't all been just a dream. And as if that wasn't bad enough, when he opened his phone, he saw his face all over the internet. 

The company had called one too many times, and he hadn't picked up his phone. He was literally the talk of the town and even his father had responded to the journalists and claimed that his son was nothing other than a whore who couldn't shut his legs just because he had a pussy. His father had told the press that Jiminie was the kind of kid that loved being fucked in his pussy, and couldn't be stopped. 

Jiminie's father even went on to mention that the only reason he had sent his son to Seoul was because he wanted Jiminie to be a good boy and not let himself be used freely by men and women. 

The world was cursing Jiminie and his family was at the forefront of it all. Jiminie was curious to know what the fuck that even meant and he saw the endless videos shared on the internet. They were the videos that his bandmates had been watching so it wasn't hard to know who had done that or even where the videos had come from. Either Min Yoongi or the rest of the bandmates. 

Gods, he hated these boys. 

They had covered Yoongi's face and build. They made sure to make sure Yoongi was like an anonymous person but Jiminie knew Yoongi so well he could even see him in the dark. But what was the point of all that when the entire world was shaming him for being a whore? What the fuck was he even supposed to do about it?

He was being fucked and the world was enjoying it even though it was pretty obvious that he had been drugged. But then who was going to take his side this time? Jiminie covered his head at the end, and went back to bed, hiding under the sheets as he shut off his phone. He was scared of the world and each time he suffered because of Yoongi, he wished he would never see the man again. But then the universe hated him enough to make Min Yoongi his bandmate and someone he shared the apartment with.

That was the bony explanation for what was happening and the way it was all so fast. This wasn't fair to him and to everything he had worked so hard for. He felt alone, and he couldn't take it anymore. So, he lay in bed, wallowing as he hoped that the wave would be over when he walked out. But then each time he turned on his phone he could see the endless messages that people were sending him. 

His father had leaked his contacts. His emails, his private socials, and even his phone number. It was almost like he had invited the entire world to torture his son and he was enjoying it. Jiminie had been around the worst kinds of people his entire life, but Min Yoongi was the evil that he would never forget. Never. Not even when the world was coming apart. He would forever remember the man who had taken pride in screwing his life up.

"He's just like Father," Jiminie said to himself as he wiped his tears. His pillow was soaking wet at the moment. He couldn't remember how long he had been there on that bed, but when he heard a familiar voice he knew his vacation was over and he ended up getting up and facing the world for his oh-so-great sins. He was doomed in every way and alone thought and through.

"Mimi… Are you awake?'' Yoongi's voice came through, the soft tone he was using making Jiminie want to scoff. He had seen the clip of Yoongi fucking him last night on the internet too, so there was just no way that Yoongi was the one here pretending like the world was all unicorns and roses. This man couldn't be real with him or was he? Which excuse would it be this time? 

Split personality disorder? 

Or a part time devil?