Black

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It was midnight and Yoongi was typing away on his computer. He was writing his essay that was due in a week but he wanted to get it over with.

The door opened slowly as Kris peaked his head in. Yoongi was too entertained with his music to even notice his presence until his Body was yanked out of the chair and onto the floor.

He looked up "w-what the hell!" Kris' hand found its way over his mouth and pushed him down on the floor. "You can't make your own decisions Yoongi." He took off his belt and tied Yoongi's small wrists together.

Kris unbuttoned his shirt and tugged on Yoongi's sweats. Yoongi tried to move but the belt was tight around his wrists it made them red.

"N-no what are you doing! Stop!" Kris unzipped his pants and pulled them off as he pushed Yoongi's sweatpants off.

"No! Stop! Ma!" He tried calling for help but he had forgotten that his mom went out with her friends and at this rate she wasn't coming back soon.

He growled and pulled his boxers off making Yoongi look away. "You'll enjoy this baby."

Yoongi trembled as cum filled his mouth. He fell to the floor and spit out what he had in his mouth earning a slap from Kris.

"We aren't done." "No please.." Yoongi's tears fell and he tried to say up with his hands tied behind his back. He was going to say something when Yoongi's mom yelled that she was back.

Yoongi's eyes widened as he was about to yell but his mouth was filled one more with Kris' member. He closed his eyes and sobbed.

"Don't say anything or I'll kill you." Yoongi nodded quickly and gasped for air when his member left his mouth. He looked down at the floor as Kris put his clothes back on. "Get in bed and pretend you're sleeping. Not a word about this to anyone and I'll be easy on you."

Yoongi crawled in bed with the belt still tight around his wrists. "Good boy." Kris rubbed his waist and pulled the covers over him and walking out of the room.

Yoongi cried in his pillow but froze when the door opened. "Ah. He must've been tired." His mothers sweet voice filled his ears. He wanted to sit up, scream. Tell her everything.

He knew if he did, he would suffer even more than now so he kept his mouth shut.

They left and he ran up and locked the door. He tried to get the belt of but it was hard. He made his way to his desk and took the scissors.

He put them through the belt and cried as the tip buried itself in his skin. He bit his lip and cut through until the belt was off. He sobbed and looked at his red bloody wrists.

He fell to the floor as he held his wrists. Taking a blade he had taken out of a sharpener he slit a small cut in his wrist. Tears feel as cut after cut became deeper. More red flowed out his pale arms.

"Hobi.."