♡ Part - 25 ♡

"Are you ready baby". Yoongi says in his deep husky voice.

"W..what do you m...mean". Jimin asked with wide eyes.

"Don't try to be so innocent darling it's not like you don't know what happens on the first night". Yoongi says dominantly While coming closer.

"W..what no I don't want to do anything please". Jimin begged

Yoongi holds Jimin's hand a little harshly jimin is startled by the sudden action and starts tearing up, he's so scared, thinking of what will happen next, but Yoongi seems unbothered by the younger's condition, he is looking at him with hungry eyes yoong's gaze makes him look down but Yoongi grabs his chin causing him to look up straight into his eyes, then starts to lean closer jimin tries to push him but failed because the other is stronger than him his grip is so tight on him. And whispers something in the younger's ear and nibbles his earlobe, jimin whimpers.

"You think I care about what you want you, the first mistake you made was escaping from me, and now you think I'll listen to you how naive you are". Yoongi replied in a cold, anger-filled voice. He then leaves the younger's hand, who immediately backs away.

Yoongi takes his steps towards Jimin and Jimin slowly retraces his steps. he collides with the wall behind him.

"What are you doing leave me please". Jimin tries to push him but Yoongi tightly pins Jimin's hand above him.

"P..please don't". Jimin's voice cracked.

Jimin was about to say something but Yoongi cut him off.

"Shh... don't say anything, baby". Yoongi whispers in his ear in a seductive voice. He holds him tightly between his arms

"l...let go of m...me p...please". Jimin begged, breathing heavily.

Yoongi inhaled his scent only to have his nose smell the heavenly vanilla smell. It's so addicting, that he sniffs his delicious-looking neck only to hear the euphonious voice from Jimin's mouth. Jimin holds his sleeves tightly as his life depends on it.

"Oh, baby you've just got yourself into the hands of a very possessive man". He whispered into his ears as the younger whimpered. Loved the effect he had on him, slowly slid his hands down his slender waist; down his pulp ass griping it as more whimpers left the younger's lips.

Jimin let out the voice that the older could listen to every second of his life. Jimin tightened the grab on his sleeves resting his head down on his shoulder and breathing heavily as if giving him another best view of his Beautiful neck.

He licked his neck softly before he started sucking on it giving a slight bite to mark him it didn't take him long to find his weak spot, earning a loud melody moan from him.

Yoongi starts giving wet kisses on the younger's neck and collar bone jimin closes his eyes tightly. He backs away from him and holds his chin making him look up to his eyes "Doll remember these words YOU BELONG TO ME". Yoongi said dominantly, looking deep into his eyes giving shivers to Jimin's body.

Jimin nodded his head while shivering, yoongi landed a hard slap on his ass "WORDS DOLL". He warned him with obvious dominance in his voice.

"Ummm y...yes.." he smacked his ass one more time pretty sure his ass is bright red by now "YES WHAT DOLL". He slightly bit his ear turning it to crimson red. "Y..yes I b..belongs to y...you". Jimin sobbed being completely submissive. "GOOD BOY". He patted his head this time giving a kiss on his forehead.

"Remember that now you can't escape from me so don't ever try to do this okay darling". Yoongi said softly while kissing his both cheeks. Jimin doesn't know what is happening to him he can't think straight, and his mind is messed up and cloudy it tells him that he's in danger he is submitting to this guy whom he hates so much.

Suddenly yoongi throws him on the bed hovering over him, pinning the younger's hand over his head with one of his hands while the other hand pulls the younger's chin up for him to look at him.

Jimin can't see clearly because of the tears that gathered in his eyes but he can tell that the older's face is pretty handsome even with blurry visuals. Before Jimin could process what was happening he felt something warm touch his lips, his eyes widened with shock.

He lost his first kiss that he had been saving for 21 years of his life.

"Y..yoongi p...please s...stop I can't bear it". Jimin cried under Yoongi's grip he was getting so scared by the thought of Yoongi doing something inappropriate to him.

"You are looking so beautiful and hot baby". Yoongi praised in between the kiss, tears rolling down from Jimin's eyes.

"P..pl..please stop". Jimin is begging continuously, he's feeling so disgusted, that he never thought of being forced by someone. But now he's being forced by none other than his husband.

Before Jimin could say or do anything more, yoongi smashed his lips on the younger ones, kissing him hungrily jimin was shocked by the sudden kiss.

Yoongi continued to kiss him hungrily Tears were flowing down from Jimin's eyes he was feeling broken that his husband was forcing him he never imagined this.

He tried to scream but was muffled by Yoongi's kiss as soon as Yoongi broke the kiss, Jimin started panting and gasped to catch his breath a string of saliva connected to both of their lips seeing this Yoongi licked his lips.

Yoongi kissed his forehead and whispered in the younger's ears "You're only mine doll" and kissed the younger's cheeks "Only I can touch you like this" trails his one hand on the younger's waist "No one can make you feel like I can" kisses his neck "only I can make you smile and cry" harshly bites Jimin's neck making jimin moan "You only belongs to me Min Jimin" whispers in his deep husky and demanding voice.

"Yoongi p-please s-stop it h-hurts ah.. p-please d-don't do it, I can't b-bear it a-any m-more". Jimin cried out, he was struggling to get out of Yongi's hold but he was not strong enough. He can feel the older hot breaths on his neck a hand on his waist and one on his left cheek.

"Okay baby, this much is enough for today, But remember that you have to listen to me every time, always do as I say, and never disobey me". Yoongi warns Jimin and hugs him tightly from behind then after some time he falls asleep cuddling Jimin.

The room was eerily silent, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows on the walls. Jimin lay stiffly on the bed, his back pressed against Yoongi's chest, though every part of him wanted to pull away. But Yoongi's arm was wrapped firmly around his waist, holding him in place as if he was afraid Jimin would disappear the moment he loosened his grip.

Jimin felt suffocated. The warmth of Yoongi's breath ghosted over the back of his neck, steady and unbothered, completely oblivious to the storm raging inside Jimin's chest. He could hear the rhythmic rise and fall of Yoongi's breathing, calm and peaceful, as if nothing was wrong-as if Jimin wasn't lying there, trembling in fear, tears threatening to spill at any moment.

His hands clenched the bedsheet beneath him, gripping it so tightly his knuckles turned white. He bit his lip hard, willing himself not to sob, not to make a sound. He didn't want to be here. He never wanted this. Every part of him screamed for him to run, to fight, to escape this suffocating reality. But he knew there was no way out. He had already accepted his fate.

Married. Bound to a man he feared.

A shudder ran through his body as the weight of the situation pressed down on him. Was this his life now? Would every day be like this-filled with fear, silence, and uncertainty? Would he ever find happiness, even a sliver of kindness? Did he even deserve it?

The thought made his chest tighten painfully, and a lone tear slipped from his eye, rolling down his cheek and soaking into the pillow beneath him. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push away the overwhelming despair, but the tears wouldn't stop.

He felt so small. So powerless.

Yoongi's hold around his waist remained unyielding, as if he belonged to him, as if he was nothing more than something to be kept in place. And no matter how much Jimin wanted to push him away, he couldn't.

His body trembled as silent cries racked through him, the quiet sobs swallowed by the darkness of the room. His heart ached, his mind a mess of fear and unanswered questions. How much worse would things get?

Would he ever be free?

As exhaustion slowly took over, his sobs turned into shallow breaths, his body too drained to resist anymore. His mind was drowning in uncertainty, his heart heavy with fear, until sleep finally pulled him under-his last thought lingering in the air like an unspoken plea.

Would he ever be saved from this nightmare?

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Jimin stirred awake, his body aching as he shifted slightly. But as soon as he moved, he felt it-a heavy weight pressing down on him. His breath hitched.

Slowly, he turned his head, his heart pounding. Yoongi was draped over him, his face buried in the crook of Jimin's neck, his arm wrapped tightly around his waist. His chest rose and fell steadily, his deep breaths signaling that he was still asleep.

Jimin gulped, his body stiff with unease. Carefully, he tried to push Yoongi away, his hands pressing lightly against the older man's shoulders. But even in his sleep, Yoongi's grip tightened slightly, as if he instinctively didn't want to let go.

Jimin bit his lip, swallowing the lump in his throat. He tried again, this time moving more cautiously, inching his way out from under the older man's grasp. After a tense few moments, he finally managed to slip away. He sat up, his breath shaky, and glanced over his shoulder.

Yoongi was still asleep. Peaceful. As if nothing had happened.

Jimin exhaled slowly, then swung his legs over the side of the bed, placing his bare feet on the cool floor. His muscles felt sore, his skin sensitive. Ignoring the discomfort, he pushed himself up and quietly padded toward the bathroom.

Once inside, he shut the door behind him and leaned against it, his fingers clutching the fabric of his nightshirt. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he turned toward the mirror.

The moment his gaze met his reflection, his breath caught in his throat.

His eyes immediately welled with tears as he took in the sight before him. Red marks-no, bruises-covered his neck, collarbone, and chest. All are fresh, already darkening into a painful shade of blue.

His fingers trembled as he reached up to touch one of the marks, flinching at the soreness. The skin burned under his fingertips, a dull ache spreading through his body as he traced over the bruises Yoongi had left on him.

A choked sob threatened to escape, but he swallowed it down. He wouldn't cry. Not again.

His hands dropped to his sides as he turned away from the mirror, stripping off his clothes before stepping into the bathtub. The warm water surrounded him, but it did little to soothe the ache in his body-or the storm in his heart.

Jimin closed his eyes, letting his head rest against the edge of the tub. His mind was a mess, thoughts swirling in chaos. How long would this last? Was this his life now?

After what felt like forever, he finally gathered the strength to move, forcing himself to go through his morning routine. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and wrapped himself in a towel before stepping out of the bathroom.

His heart raced as he peered through the small opening of the door, his eyes darting toward the bed.

Yoongi was still asleep.

Jimin exhaled in relief, quickly stepping out and dressing himself. His hands still trembled as he buttoned his shirt, his mind replaying everything from the night before. But he shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away.

He just had to get through the day. That was all he could do.

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