*WARNING* THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS POSSIBLE TRIGGER MOMENTS THERE WILL BE A *STOP READING POINT* IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ
You gently opened the door to Jungkook's room and looked around the dark hall. The light on Jin's office was still on but aside from that, there was no new activity. You glanced back at Jungkook and smiled; he had fallen asleep a couple minutes ago and was curled up peacefully under the covers.
He looked like a little bunny.
You stepped out into the hall and quietly closed the door behind you, not wanting to wake him. Watching Jin's room, you carefully tiptoed away from Jungkook and down the hall, making your way back to your room slowly but surely.
"Let's go check it out! Let's go see what's happening! Nothing will happen!" you whispered sarcastically, "I'll keep you safe Y/n!"
You scoffed and shook your head at tonight past events.
"What an acid trip..."
You reached your room and opened the door, sighing contently at the sight of your bed and it's large, beautifully warm covers. Without a second thought, you dove head first into the sea of fluff.
"Ouch!"
You weren't expecting someone else to be in the bed.
You ripped back the fifty million blankets, furious at whoever was stealing your cloud like bed from you.
"Jimin!?" you hissed. The guilty sin tried to disappear under the covers again from your heated gaze,
"Hello Y/n." he said sheepishly. You closed your eyes and took a really deep breath, trying to hold back the urge to yell at him full blast,
"Jimin..." you started stiffly, "What... Are you doing in my bed?"
"That's a very good question, Y/n. You see... Uuuuhhhhh... It's not what it seems.... Umm, I uuuuhhhhh.... I needed.... No wait let me start over." Jimin stammered, wilting under your narrowed, pissed off glare.
"You still haven't answered the question." You grit your teeth. The longer he was in there, the more time you lost to spend under those glorious sheets fast asleep. Jimin shuffled and flashed you an innocent side smile,
"I was just cold... And well... You have all the best blankets..." he pulled the blankets up to his chin,
"And I wanted some company."
You snorted,
"Go sleep or cuddle or whatever with Jungkook or Hoseok. I'm sure they'd enjoy it more than me." You had to admit, cuddling with Jimin would be nice but you were tired and all you wanted to do was sleep.
"But I want to cuddle with you." he whined like a child. You took another irritated inhale,
"Fine. Just don't move around too much." you growled, getting under the covers with you. Like a magnet, Jimin snuggled up against you, destroying the concept of personal space. You grumble,
"Jimin, sweetie, I need to breathe." you muttered. Jimin wrapped his arms around you tighter,
"Don't be dramatic, you can breathe just fine." he said softly, as if he was falling asleep already. You glared daggers at him sideways but accepted the fact that you were now stuck in the Jimin trap. You closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep.
"Y/n...?"
You didn't want to open your eyes,
"Jimin I swear."
"I need something... Can you give it to me?"
You sat up and pried Jimin's arms and leg off of you,
"What." you almost snapped. Your patience was wearing thin.
Jimin fumbled with his pajama shirt,
"I need some Mana..."
You stared at him blankly,
"You need what now?"
"I know! It's... It's really weird and awkward..." he licked his lips and you noticed a cold sweat had started to do his brow. "I'm hungry. That's all."
You raised an eyebrow,
"In case you missed it, the kitchen is downstairs." you grumbled. Jimin shook his head,
"No, not that kind of hungry."
(STOP)
Well ok then.
Time to leave the room.
You curled your lips inward and nodded once slowly,
"Ok.... I'll just leave you alone then." you said quietly, slowly getting off your bed. The way your was standing on end told you to get out the room as fast as you could. Before you could get off the bed completely, Jimin's hand flashed out and grabbed your wrist in a vice like grip. You glanced down at your wrist, then back at Jimin, an unsettling sense of dread coming across you.
"Y/n... I need to eat..." Jimin said slowly, his eyes locked on your terrified face, "I haven't eaten in so long... I need to eat.... I need it..." His eyes suddenly changed. His pupils dilated, swallowing his irises and the whites of his eyes until they were completely covered in inky blackness. His fist tightened painfully around your wrist and it seemed to grow larger, his fingernails turning sharp and more like into claws. His back arched unnaturally and his shirt ripped completely. You started to struggle, clawing at his hand around your arm,
"Jimin! You're hurting me! Let me go!" you cried, your voice starting to rise. Jimin continued to stare at you hungrily, trapped in some sort of starving trance. He reached up with his free hand and brushed your hair back away from your face,
"So pretty..." he whispered. Then in a flash, you were on your back, your wrists pinned, and Jimin above you. Cold fear rose up in your chest and you felt sick,
"Jimin! What are you doing!?" you whimpered, still struggling to free your hands. Jimin said nothing and studied you, looking you up and down,
"So hungry..."
He bent down towards you, his lips slightly parted to reveal rows of suddenly very sharp teeth. You wanted to scream, thrash, and run all at the same time, your fight or flight sense's all going off at once as he descended upon you. Jimin let out a slow, sigh, the heat of his breath tickling the side of your neck in a sickly sweet manner. You couldn't take it anymore;
Time to scream bloody freaking murder.
Just as you were about let all hell break loose, Jimin clamped a hand over your mouth,
"Shhhhh... It's all right, Y/n... I won't hurt you..." he whispered in a deep, unsettling, raspy tone. You sat frozen, your eyes locked with his completely black ones in a silent plea for him to release you.
Your plea went unheard.
"Now, be a good girl and give me some of that sweet sugar you got in there...."
And then his lips were against yours.
At first it was gentle.
His soft lips against yours gently sucking at the top and bottom of your lips.
He sweetly ran his tongue against your lips, seeking his way into your mouth.
Then he backed off, returning to his butterfly kisses all along your lips as if he were afraid of hurting you.
For a moment, it was almost genuine and blissful.
Then he became violent.
The sweet suckling turned into teeth, his hands gripping the side of your facee as if he we're trying to rip it off. He was tearing at your lips, gnashing teeth ripping away your soft skin like a wolf to the fine flesh of a lamb. His tongue was everywhere except inside his mouth, filling yours with a bile taste that made you want to vomit. You struggled, you pushed, you flailed. You did everything in your power to free yourself from the same on top of you.
You scratched his back.
His arms.
His neck.
His face.
Anything and everything that wasn't part of you.
Then you were paralyzed.
You stared, wide eyed, as you watched your legs become still, your arms fall limply to your side. A deep fuzziness, as if every part of you had fallen asleep, spread across your entire body, covering you in a terrifying paralysis. Your vision became blurry and you felt your consciousness begin to slip away.
And all the while, he watched in sickening satisfaction.
"There we go... Good girl..." he gently brushed the side of your face, "Now, you'll give me what I want..."
And then it was dark.
(END)
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"Yo...! What.....! I can't be...! Park...! You son of....!"
You couldn't hear or feel Jimin anymore.
The terrible, life sucking sensation had stopped a while ago.
The yelling cut in and out of your hearing, filling the black void of your consciousness with noise. With great effort, you forced your eyes open. From head to toe, you ached, a deep, sharp ache that held you riveted to the bed as if someone had pounded you into it. Everything was fuzzy and dark except for a couple bright lights floating in the corner. There were people in the room, yelling at each other. Someone was at the side of the bed, keeping their silence. You slowly turned your head to look at the person at your bedside. Fuzzy blobs slowly aligned themselves and turned into Hoseok, his face marked by stark shadows from the bright lights in the corner, which happened to be candles. You managed to open your dry, cracked lips and pushed out a weak rasp to get his attention that you were awake. He jumped slightly, then gasped,
"Y/n!" he exclaimed softly. The arguing in the room fell silent. You turned your head sluggishly to focus in the rest of the guests in your room. They were all there, save for Tae and Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi with their classic poker faces and then Jungkook with a full array of emotions.
But they all had the same look in their eyes that lifted your spirit.
Relief.
"Y/n? How are you feeling, sweet heart?" Hoseok asked tenderly. He held your hand in a tight, motherly fashion, as if he were afraid you would slip off again. You tried to speak,
"Aah.... Aah..."
Nothing but a sad, croaking sound escaped your lips.
"Shh! Shh! It's ok! It's ok! Don't over do yourself!" Hoseok delicately brushed back your messy hair from around your face. Your bottom lip began to tremble and an almost animal like noise rose up from your chest as you began to cry uncontrollably.
Everything that had just happened came rushing back to you.
Warm arms wrapped themselves around you and drew you close,
"Oh baby... Shhh...." Hoseok cradled you against his chest, swaying you slightly like a mother putting her infant to sleep. He looked up and glared at one of his brothers, who was huddled in the back corner of the room,
"Are you proud of yourself, Park Jimin?" he hissed. You shuddered at the name that came out of Hoseok and looked up at Jimin.
He was defeated.
Pale.
Slumped up against the wall like a sickly child.
Ashamed.
Wrapped in a blanket.
The moment he saw you looking at him he looked away, covering his face. Namjoon cleared his throat,
"Now is not the time to go gas lighting. Hoseok, see to it that Y/n is taken care of properly and put to bed. Once you are done, you'll join us back in the dining hall so we can discuss..." he shot a poisonous glance at Jimin's huddled form, "what to do... Everyone else, clear the scene."
In a single file, everyone shuffled out of the room, Namjoon the last to leave. He hesitated at the door and glanced back at you one more time.
Then he smiled reassuringly.
And left.
"Ok... Y/n? Listen here." Hoseok pulled away slightly so he could look you in the eyes, "I'm going to take really good care of you, ok? I've got to make sure J... I mean, my brother, didn't do anything extremely dangerous to you, ok?" he said, his gaze full of sadness and a little bit of guilt.
Why was he guilty?
There was nothing he could of done.
You thought over what he had just said, then nodded once. He flashed a small smile,
"Ok... I promise I'll be gentle. Now, lay back down, close your eyes, and relax as much as possible..."
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(No one's POV)
Jimin cried out and huddled against the cold, tile floor, nursing his smarting cheek.
"You freaking animal!" Namjoon snarled, "I ought to beat the living hell out of you!"
"Easy, Namjoon." Yoongi muttered from the table.
"Taking some Mana directly from her?! Do you know what you could of done to her?! To yourself?!" Namjoon dealt Jimin a swift kick to the side, causing him to yelp like a dog. Jungkook stared at the floor, present to the meeting, but just as a figure to fill up space. Namjoon took a long, deep breath, his eyes still fixated hungrily on Jimin.
"Disgusting goat."
Jimin physically flinched as if struck again and wrapped the blanket around himself tighter.
"Namjoon." Yoongi growled another warning. Namjoon sniffed and turned his back on Jimin,
"Hoseok should be finished by now." he hissed, beginning to pace around the table. Yoongi snapped his fingers, summoning a glass and a bottle of wine,
"Do you want her to be ok one hundred percent or fifty percent?" he said sourly, pouring himself a glass. Namjoon roared and angrily swept the table clean, knocking all the contents onto the floor. Jungkook scuttled away from his wake, shivering against the adjacent wall.
"Don't patronize me, Envy!" he snarled right in Yoongi's face. Yoongi, without breaking eye contact, took a sip from his wine,
"Don't even have too."
"Guys knock it off. I'm finished, alright?" Hoseok called from the stairs as he made his way down, "Nobody else has to experience near death tonight, ok?"
"Is she ok?" Jungkook peeled himself off of the wall he was clinging to and scampered up to Hoseok. Hoseok waved a hand,
"Physically, she suffered tiny cuts and bruises to her face and lips but other than that she was fine. Mentally..." he shot a loathing glare at Jimin, "It's going to take a very long time to gain her trust back."
Jimin sniffed loudly.
"Oh don't start crying, you wimp." Namjoon said scornfully. Hoseok and Jungkook gathered behind him, glaring down on their brother,
"I'm sorry! Ok?!" Jimin screamed. The brothers fell silent and still, Jimin's yell echoing around the spacious halls.
"I..!" he smashed his face into one of his fists, "I lost control, I know! I... I couldn't stop...!" he kneeled over, sobbing around his knuckles, "I hurt her..."
Namjoon sighed and glanced at Yoongi. He looked away dramatically and took another sip from his glass,
"Hey you hit him and yelled at him first, not my problem."
Namjoon glared at Yoongi for a second then made his way over to Jimin,
"Chim Chim, look, I..." he stalled and then sighed again, drawing a hand over his eyes in a weary manner, "I'm sorry too."
He drew Jimin close into a hug, letting him sob into his shoulder.
"We're all sorry..." Jungkook added, walking over and elbowing Yoongi in the side. Yoongi grit his teeth as a little bit of his wine sloshed out of the cup,
"Yeah yeah... Don't get mushy gushy around me..." he waved Jungkook off.
"Group hug everyone!" Hoseok suddenly shouted, grabbing Jungkook and Yoongi in his arms and pulling them over to Namjoon's and Jimin.
"Let me go." Yoongi deadpanned as Hoseok squeezed the living daylights out of everyone. After a couple seconds they drew apart,
"Ok, that's enough for one night." Namjoon said, a small smile upon his lips. He clapped a hand on Jimin's shoulder, "Don't hate me too much?"
Jimin grinned wholeheartedly,
"I won't." he said, giving Namjoon another hug.
"Awe yeah cute hug it out. Are we done? Cause I'm tired and I'm literally watch the sun rise while we figure this out." Yoongi yawned, breaking up the touching moment.
"Oh goodness, it is super late. Well early now but anyway, let's get to bed everyone." Namjoon jumped to his feet, waving his brothers up the stairs.
"Don't mention any of this to Jin?"
The Sin's froze, looking back at Jimin. He glanced around the group with pleading, red rimmed eyes. Namjoon sighed and nodded once,
"Don't tell Jin."
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A/N
Le gasp what's this? An author's note? Yes indeed my dudes.
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