Jimin walked over to the bed and put you down, ogling at the view of his semen spilling out from you, his eyes barely still in his head.
"God, thank you Y/N."
Jimin pecked you all over your body, bottom to top until he reached your lips.
He gazed into your eyes with a sincere smile and spoke.
"This is it. We can finally start our new lives together. It'll be just you and me, for now, but I can make you so happy, Y/N"
He took your face into his hand and rested your foreheads against one another before rubbing noses with you and giggling.
"We can be like this forever."
***
Your forehead lay flat against the cool shower glass as you let the tepid water run down your back. You felt a throbbing in your temple as blood vessels continued to pulse as well as constant cramps and aches between your legs. It felt like your whole lower half was on fire, your body was in agony after the brutality it had just been under. You'd never know real pain until that day.
Mixing with the water, silent tears rolled down your face. That was all you could do at that moment. Cry.
Slowly, you brought a shaky hand between your legs, trying to assess the damage. But when you did, you spasmed violently, screams ripping past your lips as a sharp sting attacked your nether regions. Instinctively, you brought that same hand up to your mouth, as your eyes darted towards the door.
The last thing you wanted was your attacker walking through the door with an overwhelming amount of sympathy that was incongruent to the way you felt in this situation.
Attention shifting away from the door, you looked back at down and saw white running down your legs. The sight of it made your stomach churn.
Oh my God. Am I gonna get...
"What did I do to deserve any of this?"
No longer able to contain yourself, you roared out in an emotion that could only be explained as a mix of anger, sadness, and exhaustion. This time, your loud cries, didn't go unnoticed.
"Y/N!?" Jimin came bursting through the door, an expression of worry splayed across his features.
Now standing in the bathroom, he could see you hunched in on yourself, your back facing him. Jimin hurriedly approached you, rushing to your aide, and, despite being fully clothed, stepped into the shower with you under the spray of the nozzle.
Jimin looked at your body, thinking your screams may have been to do with you getting hurt suddenly, except he couldn't see anything immediately wrong with you that would warrant those screams.
His eyes travelled down your body until they reached your unnaturally spread legs and saw his semen dripping out of you. At the sight, Jimin's face heated up and his eyes wandered away from you, seemingly flustered.
"Uh, okay, um let's get out of the shower now, babe."
You allowed yourself to be carried out of the bathroom too fatigued and frankly, too scared to go against Jimin. He sat you down on the silky sheets and dried you down with a towel, going gently over your whole body, especially with your womanhood, before wrapping you up in a freshly washed bathrobe.
"Can you look at me, Y/N?"
You hung your head low, eyes unfocused and looking at your own shivering hands.
I didn't even know I was shaking...
"Please Y/N, look at me!" Jimin whined.
When you looked up at him, he saw no shine in your eyes. They were devoid of any brightness.
"What's wrong?" Jimin's voice cracked.
You shook your head and looked back down at your quivering hands.
"Please, Y/N what's the matter!?"
"I told you to stop," Your words came out as a low whisper. "But you didn't. You wouldn't. You wouldn't stop."
Jimin's eyes became glassy when he heard you.
"B-but, that was just you teasing me! He argued.
"No. It wasn't. It was you ra...it was you rap..."
That word couldn't leave your mouth. You felt that if you verbalised what he had done to you, then it would really be true. And you couldn't let him have that.
Instead, you cried once again, closing your eyes against Jimin and blocking him out.
He too started to well up at your despair. How could he have been the cause of all this sadness you were experiencing? Jimin's sole purpose in this life was to make you happy.
"I'm so, so sorry, Y/N! I'm so sorry! Please, look at me. I'll never do it again! Please don't hate me!"
Now, Jimin too had finally broken down. Streams of tears flooded from his eyes, his breathing now laboured and face red from strain.
His outburst was so surprising that you finally looked up at him, eyes wide.
Jimin was an absolute mess.
Why are you the one crying, dickhead?
"Stop, it's giving me a headache."
Almost immediately Jimin ceased his shrieking and wide-eyed, reducing his wails to suppressed sniffles.
Woah.
Despite Jimin proving to you that he was your physical superior, you had to remember which one of you was the mentally stable one.
"Jimin. I don't know if I can ever forgive you for you this. I might... even start hating you."
Jimin's face contorted into one of pure agony at your words. Dejected, he fell onto his hands, snivelling at the floor.
"I said might. I might start hating you."
At the slither of hope you dangled before him, Jimin propped himself back up and knelt before you.
"I'LL DO ANYTHING."
You sat for a minute pondering what it was you should ask for. You knew that with Jimin in this vulnerable state you could ask for anything. This rare opportunity could help you escape, and even get Jimin to unknowingly help you do so.
You couldn't waste this.
"I want some sanitary feminine products. Actual hygienic, unused ones." You finally spoke up.
"You mean like-"
"Pads, tampon, pantyliners. The works."
"Okay! I'll get those for you right now!"
Jimin jumped to his feet and whipped around to the door ready to leave to get the products you desired.
"Wait, wait! Jimin, listen to me."
He continued to scramble around for his shoes and jacket but nodded to signal that you had his attention
"I want to be the one to get them."
Jimin stopped dead in his tracks. He turned his neck to face you. His tear-streaked face now held a grim expression.
"No. You can't go outside." He deadpanned.
His eyebrows were furrowed and a stern frown formed against his lips.
I should've expected that.
"Maybe not by myself, but can't you come with me? I just want to get the right stuff since you weren't able to last time."
He spoke no words, but his face conveyed that he was sticking with his original 'no'.
"C'mon Jimin. If you keep messing up, how am I supposed to want to start a life with you."
His face softened slightly, the usual look of vulnerability coming back.
"If you knew everything about me as you said, you'd know I'd want my husband to be reliable, right?"
"I do know everything about you! And I am reliable!" He protested.
"...Come here." You spoke.
You opened your arms out to Jimin, encouraging him to indulge in your embrace.
Jimin, without a moments delay, swooped in between your arms, relaxing into the warmth of your chest.
"Y'know, if we went out after we get my stuff, we could go on a real date. Hm? Wouldn't that be nice, Chim Chim?"
He shuddered slightly at the pet name.
"I like when you call me that."
"I know baby... that's why I say it." You giggled.
"So if we go out, you won't hate me?"
"Never ever, ever."
You smiled down at Jimin and pressed a long kiss to his lips. Jimin, melted into the kiss, groaning a little at the prolonged show of affection.
"O-okay then...tomorrow?" Jimin suggested.
"Tomorrow."
Jimin was still hesitant, but any risk was one worth taking if it could make all your days together like this.
Maybe if I'd become an actress instead of going to college, I wouldn't be in this mess right now.
You would've probably gone mad if not for the thoughts of the outside you had to keep you going.
Okay. Tomorrow...