Not So Secret Anymore

"You dare deny that with your face over there? Do you want this to go viral?" Jin asked and Jiminie felt the blood rush to his head. He couldn't think straight; this wasn't how he had imagined his musical career would be like. This wasn't it.

"Perhaps it would satisfy the faint of heart of all the people out there who see you as an object, a tool for pressure and just that," Koo said and Jiminie sighed. How the fuck was he to explain this to them? How was he supposed to make them understand that this wasn't him and that it was even impossible for him to be there to hike this?

"Maybe you moaned so much in your life that's why your voice is so beautiful," Hobi said and Jiminie felt tears pricking his eyes. He couldn't cry. If he did then he was just giving them what they wanted. He couldn't.

"Won't you strip and give us a show, Jiminie?" Tae asked as he eyes Jiminie's chest, and ran his tongue wetly on his lips. They had all known of the pretty little bumps on Jiminie's chest, and they didn't think too much of it, seeing as they were all for exercise. But was that where Jiminie had gotten those perky bumps?

"Maybe that's why he never wanted to shower with us for over six years. Damn, bro, I thought we were a family here. Are families always supposed to share? Even if it's your ass? Look at how your ass took those monster dicks. I bet you would be ripe for me and Koo or even take three dicks in there. Three monster cocks inside your ass while you fold and scream out in pleasure. 

"Goddess, the thought of that makes me want to fuck you so bad. Do you mind letting me fuck your mouth for starters? I have always dreamt of having those pretty plump lips wrapped on my dick. I bet it would feel so damn good. And the way you moaned? Goodness, I think I came thrice from just hearing you moan. I always imagined how you would sound when I'm fucking you, but I gotta admit, seeing it live on video has to be the best thing you ever did. 

"Thank you, sweet Jiminie, but I hope you take up the offer of wrapping those pretty pink lips on my dick. Besides, it would do you better when you let out those beautiful sounds. Who knows, you can be the group slut and we will take really good care of you. Fuck it I'm so horny right now, goddamit," Joon said and Jiminie whimpered angrily. He was losing his mind with how his team was objectifying him, and maybe that could explain how angry he was and the sudden outburst that he had been holding in for years on end.

"It's fun for you, isn't it? You laugh, you get off with thoughts of me and when this shit comes up, you all sit and enjoy it so you can come and play the victims, right? You're worried about seven hundred million won, is that it? That's all this is for you. A game? Well, fine. You want your money back, hold on a moment," Jiminie said angrily as he grabbed his phone and wired 1.5 billion won to the account that they had created for finances. If they wanted money so bad they could just let him know.

"There. Seven hundred million won for your company money, and an extra eight hundred million to do whatever the fuck you want to do. That covered your fucking emotional damage too, right? Or do you want more? I supposed you couldn't handle seeing a deep fake of one of your team members and decided to give it a try right? What the fuck happened to trust? Weren't we supposed to be a fucking unit? Hell, what do I know? Sounds like you're all in it for the money anyway, aren't you? 

"Well, there you have it. And you don't have to worry about me s6ainign the reputation of your oh so goddamned fucking band. I will create a scandal myself and I will let everyone know that I'm leaving. Congratulations on your future careers," Jiminie said angrily as he slammed his phone against the wall and walked a few steps away from them. 

He could see the smirks on their faces, and the smiles they were wearing. 

They were unaffected by him having a mental breakdown and that broke his fragile little heart. Maybe he was expecting a hug, or for them to come and comfort him, maybe he was expecting that they would look at him like he was human, but then at the end of the day, what else could he do? 

Oh, but this was really a crazy group. 

Perhaps he should have just kept his training and continued with contemporary dance when he had the chance. Maybe he would have been away from these six assholes whose only pleasure was found in seeing him suffer. What the fuck had he done in his life to make them hate him so bad? 

Was it because he was effeminate? 

Oh, Jiminie was angry and sad and defeated, and once again, he let out a defeated whimper, one that seemed to be the last straw for the craziest of them all. Maybe even devils had a soul?

"Enough with your fantasies, all of you. No one touches Jiminie, unless you want me to break your bones. Shut the damn tv and go do whatever. If I so much as hear you talk about him, I will kill all of you and make music about it," Yoongi suddenly wanted, almost like hearing Jiminie whimper had fucked him up a little.

"And you, leave," Yoongi said. It was supposed to come off harshly, but his soft voice was something that Jiminie would forever remember. He had saved him, even though he had not intended to. It was cruel for him, but then what else could he do? With Yoongi talking to the boys, Jiminie rushed up to his room.

"Can't believe that worked," Joon said once Jiminie was out of sight and the boys let out laughs. Of course they had planned this, and with the excitement Jon was exhibiting, he had loved it the most. Oh, to be a leader and so horny with a monster cock.

"He's mine. Always remember that," Yoongi warned and they just gave him a thumbs up. They knew his threats were realm and after what they had done the last time to Jiminie, they were very aware that none of them would be fucking Jiminie anytime soon, unless Min Yoongi gave them the go ahead, and seeing how possessive it was, the chances of that even happening was a little too close to zero. 

Yoongi had laid his claim on the omega-like boy in the group and there wasn't a thing they could do about it, other than look for toys wherever. They would leave for the brothels this time right? But then even if they did, no one would ever come as close to being as pretty as Jiminie, that much was obvious. He was the object of their greatest desire, so close but yet at the same time, out of reach. 

Maybe someday they would convince Yoongi to let them tap Jiminie's ass one more time, right?

"Jiminie, that is not how you fucking talk to team members who had had your back for ov–" Yoongi seethed when he reached the boy's door, but what he saw got his mind genuinely blank for the first time in years. Not even in his wildest of imaginations could he have thought that this was true.

"Holy shit… no wonder you were so sure that the man in the video wasn't you," Yoongi said and Jiminie stood there in shock. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, and even if there was a chance that he had to do something, wat the fuck would he do? His pants were on his ankles, seeing as he had walked in to change and walk out. But the look on Yoongi's face told him that that was not going to happen.

"Great, congratulations on winning. Now go tell your friends to come fuck me so you can get this over with wont you?" Jiminie said tiredly as he pushed his pants off of him.