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He woke up with a sharp headache, dry throat and heavy eyelid, instantly remembering that he was injected with something in the middle of sex. He groaned internally but didn't make a move. He wasn't naive to give away so easily, to whoever these people were. He assessed the situation : no clothes except his boxers, both hands tied to his back with ropes, legs to an iron chair with chains, smells like bleach and chlorine, three person are talking towards his left side.

Jimin had mixed feelings about this entire arrangement. He was never treated this harshly. Instead, he was treated like a doll, a piece of china for decor. He was pissed because someone was being rude. On the other hand, he should have panicked at the fact that his movements were restricted, but he wasn't all that concerned. The way the chains burned his skin, was doubling his stomach with a wave of arousal. He didn't know what the whole deal was, yet, he knew he will find a way to get out. Either by using his mind, or by using the promise of sharing his body, just so he can escape.

"Ugh, what the fuck do they want?" he thought to himself. But before he could run his brain some more, he heard a metal door scraping on the floor towards his right. Soon after, the three man stopped talking and moved towards the door. Now, he could hear footsteps of five people approaching him.

"He's awake", a feather like voice said. Jimin was surprised at the statement, because he was sure he didn't make a move. "How does he know? Is he bluffing? He cannot be so sure, can he?" Jimin's gears were moving when he felt a breath near his ears.

"Stop thinking so hard, Park Jimin. I know my victims when I look at them.", The voice spoke again as the said person yanked his head back by his hair.

Jimin fluttered his eyes open.

It was a large room with no other furniture in it, except the chair he was seated on and a cabinet at the far left corner. It wasn't a typical dungeon that you see in movies though. The walls - baby blue in colour with large white lilies painted on them. But Jimin noticed a few dark splatters of dried blood on the lilies, somehow making them more beautiful. The ceiling has a huge chandelier of red glass, hanging from it at the centre. The floor a contrast : pitch black. The room was lit in a warm tone, soft to eyes.

As soon as he adjusted his vision he saw beautiful faces in front of him.

"Am I blessed? Four beautiful men standing in, oh so good clothes."

His thoughts ran wild for a sec before another face yanked him back again.

"Am I dead? Is he an angel? How is he so beautiful? Five beautiful men. What do they want from me? Sex? Money?" His brain couldn't stop thinking.

"I can hear your lewd thoughts, Park." the guy in all black said and crouched to his eye level.

"He's gonna be a tough tit, love", the guy looked behind him and said to one of them. Jimin couldn't make out which one because they all had the same expression : stoic.

Jimin sneered at the comments and said, " I guess you're good at your game Mr. Handsome. I already like you." followed by the most innocent giggle one could imagine.

Jimin was no lost kitten. He was the infamous doll of the Lee's. He had a face of an angel but he was far from that. He was many things but innocent. He was charming and sexy, even his voice could control people's heart, and he knew it. Oh boy did he use his traits to get what he wanted, always. And that was the reason he thought it wouldn't be hard to free himself.

Only the good Lords above knew, he had other things coming his way this time.

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The tall, very handsome guy in all black stood under the chandelier, smirking at his victim. To Jimin's eyes, the sight was ethereal. The guy looks like an angel, but Jimin could see the devil in disguise. The dark glint in his eyes spoke volumes.

Jimin cowered slightly at his gaze, unable to comprehend what was actually happening and why."What do you want Mr. Handsome? At least tell me why I am here." Jimin spoke, not showing the slight fear and arousal he was feeling in his bones.

A guy with ripped denim shorts and a floral button up walked towards them from the corner. He smiled so bright, it almost felt like a warm sunshine on a winter morning, but then, if looked into his eyes, one could see the danger seeping through his dark pupils.

The guy straddled Jimin's lap, one arm lazily swung on his shoulder while the other grabbed caressed Jimin's blond locks. "Hey doll, do you want to know my name?" He asked cheerily, to which Jimin nodded, gulping. He was too intimidating to Jimin. Jimin's entire body was tight as string. He didn't want to be near this guy.

But the guy spoke in a monotone, "I'm J Hope." and stared at his face for too long to his likings.

J Hope touched Jimin's face with his index, trailing it from his forehead to his nose, his lips and jaw and finally stopped at his ears, tucking a strand of hair behind.

At this point Jimin's arousal went out of the window and was replaced with complete fear. His throat completely dry. Sweat beading on his forehead. Eyes wide open.

J Hope leaned to his ears and whispered, "I can introduce you to the others. Do you want that doll?" To which Jimin could only move his head to nod.

J Hope yanked his hair hard, "Cat got your tongue? I need you to speak. C'mon now, I want to hear that honey voice of yours." J hope smiled sweetly.

"Y-yes" Jimin stuttered and mentally cursed himself for acting so weak. He was scared. Didn't like J hope at all.

"Aight, intro time." J hope leaped from his lap and clapped like a 5 year old kid.

"So~, Mr. Handsome here is called Fox. Suits him right. He knows how to use all sorts of equipments on people like you and still keep you alive for months" J hope smiled like a star. Jimin could see the adoration in J hope's eyes when he looked at the guy called Fox. Fox returning the same to J hope.

For some reason unknown, Jimin didn't like it. "Are they together?" Jimin wondered."Why the fuck do I care." Jimin was annoyed at his own thoughts.

"That guy over there, with the pink mullet," J hope started, "is Suga. He can shoot a fly, 20 meters apart. Our dearest techie. Also he's a great pianist. I'm sure Fox here will let you have the courtesy of listening to him play, while you're here." J hope winked and Fox winked back with a finger pointed. Jimin's heartbeat fastened at hearing the name Suga, he knew who he was. The sharp shooter everyone was afraid of in the country. The computer genius who was unbeatable.

Jimin's thoughts were interrupted again as he heard J hope speak again.

"The guy in leather jacket is V. I'm sure you've heard of him. He's the infamous sniper Assassin."Jimin's could feel the cold in his bones. He definitely knew who V was. A handsome reaper.

"And that right there in maroon pants and tinted glasses is RM. The mafia Kingpin of this country." J hope laughed in the most sinister manner one could think of.

Jimin's eyes almost fell out of his sockets when he heard the name. 𝐑𝐌. He've never seen him before, but have heard the name one too many times, from the dogs that come to him every night. He knows how everyone fears the name itself. He knows who RM is and what it means to be in his dungeon. He realises only now, that he is in some dip shit.

Jimin gulped thickly, trying to contain his fear and calm his heartbeat, not to show vulnerability to them. He took in a few calculated breaths before speaking."Hi Hots.. would you guys mind telling me why I am here?" Jimin smiled innocently.

"Oh, We have all the time to explain why you are here and fish out what's worth, Park Jimin."

Fox smirked.

𝙰/𝙽𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴. 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵