9

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lHoF-W46RgM

Some good time with Namjoon and a sound sleep for 4 hours. That's exactly what Soekjin needed to feel fresh after a stressful night, not that the stress has dissipated.

He woke up late in the afternoon, Namjoon wasn't in the bedroom so he ordered some jjajangmyeon via intercom and quickly showered before eating. He slipped on his black ripped jeans and a plain black t-shirt with a leather jacket on. He took a look at himself in the huge full body mirror and winked at himself. "Handsome as always." and left the room.

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Fox walked into the Art Room. Jimin sat in the middle with head hung low; he was sleeping.

Fox marched closer to find him patched. His slits had bandaids and his dislocated jaw, now fixed. He immediately knew his baby bunny was home. He'll meet him later after the job is done, he thought to himself as he smiled.

He stood right in front of Jimin and slapped him hard; hard enough to make a patched slit of his cheek bleed again.

Jimin, startled by the sudden awakening, gasped for air, unable to register the situation for a few seconds. However he tried to calm himself down as soon as he saw Fox. Fox's aura was always soothing to him, also somewhat arousing. An innocent looking smile made its way to his lips.

"Hey Fox. I missed you." Jimin commented as he eyed Fox head to toe. "You look so sexy right now." Jimin licked his lower lip as he made eye contact with Fox. He wasn't scared of Fox. Slightly intimidated, but not down right scared like with J hope.

"Tsk. Here comes the utter nonsense. If I didn't need you to speak, I'd have stitched those lips of yours together." Fox said in a bored  tone as he walked to the cabinet. He took out a box of Cohiba Esplendido and a lighter and walked back to sit in front if Jimin.

"Jimin, I'd really appreciate it if you started talking. I don't have a lifetime, you know." Fox muttered lazily as he lit his expensive cigar and took a puff.

"I don't even know what you are talking about. What the fuck is this package?" Jimin was frustrated that he wasn't getting the desired reaction out of Fox. He decided to try again.

"Won't you let me taste that chocolatey smoke. I promise it will taste better if we share." Jimin spoke seductively as he bit his lower lip.

What Jimin didn't expect was for Fox to press the burning side of the cigar right on his thigh.

"Oowhhh. Arghh." Jimin panted at the burning sensation. The pain was intense. It was hard to breathe. He has never experienced anything as bad as this.

"Don't press the cigarette on me, please."

Jimin blinked at that. What was that voice inside his head. What the fuck was that? Jimin felt like it was some sort of deja vu, but soon brushed it off. Maybe that burn on his thigh was fucking with his brain.

"I don't know a thing Fox. I don't know why you won't believe me." Jimin said as scrunched his face, trying to adjust to the burning sensation.

"You think I'm a fucking fool? You think I'll believe you when you're his brother?" Fox seethed through clenched teeth as he pressed the cigar on Jimin's thigh again, not far from the previous site.

"God dammit. Ugghh. Fox please." Jimin screamed. He was in so much pain. So much that he felt like passing out. Yet there was another thing, Fox doing this to him with a cool demeanor was arousing him slightly. "Fuck, why he gotta be so sexy while hurting me like this." Jimin thought to himself as he tried to breathe again. Tears streaming down his cheeks dampened the patches of his cheeks earlier. The salty water only added stings on his cheeks.

"Fox you look sexy as fuck doing this to me. You're one hell of a sadist. Take me already and let me go." Jimin could only think of sex to sooth the pain he was in.

"I'll take you, if you tell me where the package is." Fox smiled sweetly to Jimin as he dragged his lighter on Jimin's crotch. Fox knew how to play with his victims.

Jimin's breath hitched at the contact of the lighter. He wanted more. He wanted more touch, friction. Just more. He bucked his hips slightly at the touch. But Fox retracted the object immediately.

"I'm impatient too Jimin. C'mon, be a good boy and tell me. Where did your brother hide the package?" Fox said slyly with a smirk.

Jimin couldn't form any words. He was too entranced to Fox's face, smirking at him playfully.

"I'll let you have what you want as soon as you tell me. I know you want to play. So hurry up. Tell me. Sooner the better, don't you think." Fox eyed the obvious bulge Jimin had, his tear streaked face, his glassy eyes. Fox smirked as he puffed the cigar he held between his fingers. He was doing a fine job, alright. He knew the right track. Always.

"For fucks sake, I don't even know what arms and drugs you're talking about. I've never dealt with or been told about them, ever." Jimin cried as the frustration built up inside of him. He wanted a relief. He wanted Fox to touch him. He wanted some attention."Please Fox. Please, I. . . " Jimin sobbed as his body felt all the pain at once. His head, cheeks, thighs, his dick. Everything hurt too much. It felt new yet it didn't, like he was used to pain. But never in his life was Jimin used to pain, he was sure about it. Which further added to confusion. It was too much. Everything was too much. Jimin wanted to go back to his hyung.

On the other hand Fox was frustrated. He wasn't the one to lose his cool but this boy right here, he wasn't giving up, even for his desire, which was pushing Fox on the edge. Fox was good at his job and he knew it. But it was one of the few times where things took longer than he expected, and he was sure it was gonna take even longer.

"Fucking hell." Fox blew the smoke from his cigar one last time to cool himself a little before tossing it to the ashtray. He walked to the cabinet and pulled out an electronic device with a few wires dangling out of it. He marched back to his seat as his boots echoed in the large room. He attached the wires to Jimin's arms and pressed a button in the device.

The unexpected jolt of current sent Jimin in a shocked state. His body froze, brain numb, eyes wide open, cries from the earlier forgotten. He stared Fox dead in the eye, with no idea what happened. While too immersed in crying out of pain he totally missed the fact that Fox attached wires to his arms.

"Speak or the intensity gets higher." Fox spit the words as he pressed the button again.

Jimin's body spasmed for a split second before he looked down at the wires attached to his arms with wide eyes. The initial shock still present.

Another jolt rattled his body. A little more intense than the previous. Jimin tried to even out his breathing but to no avail, as he soon felt everything around him turn dark.

Jimin passed out.

Fox dropped the device as he rolled closed to Jimin to check his pulse. He detached the device from the boy and stood up.

"What the actual hell is this? This is gonna take fucking forever." Fox sighed as he walked out of the room, leaving the passed out boy.

𝙰/𝙽 𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂. :/𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴. 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵.