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As Park Jimin laid on the floor, nose bleeding and head pounding, he tried to remember when things got this bad. What had he done to cause so much hatred against him? He swore it hadn't always been like this, no not in the beginning.
In the beginning, Jung Cheon had been sweet and loving; a perfect gentleman and partner.
He'd do everything in his power to make Jimin happy, showering him with gifts, taking him out for meals, wooing him at every moment possible. Jimin, being 5 years his junior, was sceptical at first. But he was young, perhaps a little reckless and had a weakness for the older male that he couldn't control. Even after his friend's worried apprehension of the relationship, even when the unexpected aggressive jealousy began, and even after the first slap...he still couldn't say no to Jung Cheon.
Tonight had been one of the worst, even after almost 2 years of emotional and physical abuse, Jimin still couldn't tell when a beating was about to happen. Cheon was always angry. Always yelling and slurring cruel insults at the younger, only ever faking a smile or showing any form of affection in front of friends or family, but as soon as they were behind closed doors, Jimin was helpless. He only did this as a sign of dominance, Jimin was his and his alone.
To say Park Jimin was 'attractive' was an complete understatement.
He was petite yet toned thanks to his years of dance training, shy yet fierce thanks to his competitive attitude and above all, Jimin was unforgivably beautiful. When Cheon first laid eyes on 18 year old Jimin, his soft candy pink hair standing out amongst the young students leaning against the overcrowded bar, he knew he had to have him. Dressed in dark tight jeans with a loose pastel shirt hanging from his frame and a twenty dollar bill grasped in his small, delicate hand, he didn't look real. He looked like a doll, a doll that needed to be looked after, cared for and shown the world.
Cheon had all these intentions initially, he really did. On their first date, he bought the coffee, he provided the laughs and jokes to help ease the initial awkward tension. On the second date he held the younger's hand, and caressed his soft plump cheek as they slowly kissed. And as the dates progressed, he was still the perfect gentleman; he held the doors open, he paid for the meals. Hell, he even carried the bags upon bags of gifts he'd buy the younger while out shopping. He'd watch Jimin's dance recitals, help with his studies, make intimate love to him and he'd text every night just to say 'i love you'.
Jimin was so in love he thought he could suffocate on the feeling. The feeling of knowing someone loved you, who cherished you like a rare jewel, it was almost overwhelming.
Jimin honestly thought Cheon was a gift from God, he was far far too good for him. Jimin loved and craved attention, he always had, and having someone there to constantly provide this...well he was on cloud nine. But the problem with Cheon having someone as precious and rare as Jimin, is that no one else could so much as look at him...they didn't deserve that luxury. And that's when the jealousy started.
It was subtle at first, small remarks about his social media. Such as his 'likes' and comments on his selfies or his uploaded dance practises. But Jimin was popular in his performing arts academy, well known for his incredible dance skills, and he had a ton of friends, so it was only normal for his Instagram to be popular as well.
Then, as it approached graduation, the parties started, parties Jimin was invited too. Cheon was fine at first, as he'd tag along and sometimes actually enjoy himself. But it was clear how much everyone loved Jimin, it was obvious how desired he was from girls and boys alike, something Jimin never acted on of course...he was far too shy and self conscious for that...plus he had Cheon, he was smitten.
The first time the older ever laid hands on the younger was after one of these parties.
They had arrived back to Cheon's apartment, where Jimin stayed most of the time rather than his shared student accommodation, both a little buzzed off the alcohol, but the mood was tense. Cheon had accused his boyfriend of flirting with another guy, clearly just jealous of the attention Jimin was getting while surrounded by his friends. Jimin had argued his case, calling the whole situation stupid and that Cheon should trust him. But the whirl of alcohol and Jimin's nonchalant attitude towards his comments pissed the older off. He raised his voice, told the younger to stop going to parties, that he couldn't be trusted but Jimin bit back just as fierce, rolling his eyes and calling the older 'fucking ridiculous' and 'over dramatic'.
So when the slap against Jimin's cheek echoed through the room and Jimin had stopped mid sentance, mouth agape, shock consuming his expression, something clicked in Cheon, something he'd been holding back and fighting against for months. The sudden fear and confusion in Jimin's soft doelike eyes sparked an overwhelming feeling through the older's chest...seeing the younger almost cowering...fuck, that was something else, something he knew he now craved.
Of course, Cheon pushed the feelings back almost instantly, grabbing Jimin and pulling him close, apologising profusely, stroking his red cheek and kissing his face. He promised that it would 'never ever happen again', a comment Jimin came to hear over and over for the next few months, each time the words loosing their meaning.
And here he was now, almost two years later, laid cowering on the living room floor, blood dripping from his nose, the taste of metal on his tong while his boyfriend screamed obscenities from above him, pacing backwards and forwards, fists clenched. The Jung Cheon Jimin once knew was long gone.
'Your such a fucking waste of space Jimin!'
'I can't believe I spend my hard earned money on you, when you do fuck all to deserve it!'
'I know your fucking that guy from your dance class, look at you...disgusting slut!'
Jimin lifted his hands to cup his bleeding nose, Cheon's voice becoming nothing more than a blur of noise in the background. He closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing. He hated when the older struck his face, it was harder to cover, harder to explain why he winced when he ate or why he wore his mouth mask unnecessarily. To top it off, he had dance practise tomorrow evening, great. What excuse could he make up this time?
Jimin's eyes suddenly popped open when he felt the older's large hand grab his hair, lifting his head so their eyes met, his wide as usual, full of fear and Cheon's dark and angry, piercing into the youngers.
'Your not even listening to me are you?'
'I...I'm sorry hyung...my nose...I...'
Cheon scoffed, rolling his eyes, before pushing Jimin's head back down as he released the grip on his hair. He stood back up to full height, looking down at the other with a mixture of irritation and lust. Fuck, he loved seeing Jimin like this...weak, scared and vulnerable. It was such a fucking turn on.
'Get up' Cheon demanded.
Without hesitation Jimin scrambled to his feet as quickly as his aching body would allow, hands still clutching at his bleeding nose. He'd learnt long ago to never keep his partner waiting. So there he stood, facing Cheon, eyes locked down at the carpet with pathetic submission.
'Move your hands Jimin'
The younger's eyes flickered up to the olders, knowing full well he was in one of those moods. A mood which started to appear more often recently, one Jimin really hated. At first Cheon would be satisfied with abusive slurs and smacks, but then he started getting a kick out of the tears which would flow down Jimin's pale, soft cheeks. And then on the odd occasion when Jimin would bleed, be it from a bust nose or lip, Cheon would enjoy seeing the blood drip down his fair skin.
Jimin dropped his hands down to his sides, eyes focused back on the floor. The warm sensation of liquid began to drip down from his nose, down his lips, off his chin and onto the over sized t-shirt which hung off his petite frame.
Cheon exhaled, then smirked. No words could begin to express how much he loved seeing Jimin like this, completely submissive to him; timid and afraid, yet still looking so effortlessly beautiful. His hair, still the same baby pink as the day they met, was messy on his head, his eyes were red rimmed and wet, tear streaks littered his perfectly sculpted cheeks. His plump lips quivering, trying so hard not to cry again. He can try all he likes, but Cheon will make him cry, that was the goal after all, to make the younger shed beautiful pain filled tears.
'Bedroom, now'
The two words struck Jimin like a bullet, piercing through his skull, shattering the thread-like hold he had on himself, ready to snap and break at any moment. He knew exactly what those words meant.
Jimin hesitated, lifting his eyes to look directly at the man he once loved. The older was stood before him, a few strides apart, muscular arms folded across his chest. The patience in his eyes quickly dispersing with every second that passed.
'Please...'
The voice came out barley above a whisper, going directly to Cheon's crotch, and he grinned internally, here it comes...the begging, his favourite part. He loved seeing the younger become even more undone, and even more pitiful, he could see the last shreds of strength Jimin had left dissolving before his eyes. It was taking every ounce of control to not grab the beautiful broken man before him and fuck him into oblivion right then and there on the floor, but no, that wasn't part of the game. Instead, he took a step forward, keeping his eyes locked onto the younger, who flinched with the movement, almost taking an involuntary step back.
'Please hyung...' Jimin whispered again, averting his eyes as he watched the man before him take another step, then another, until the gap between them was almost gone.
Cheon stared down at Jimin, engrossed in the way his body trembled slightly, the way he was chewing at his bottom lip, eyes now sealed tightly closed.
So submissive, so weak...so his.
'Are you going to make me ask again?'
Jimin opened his eyes, and peered up at the man looming over him, their height difference ever so prominent in the close proximity. His hands at his side began to tug at the hem of his shirt out of nervousness, trying so hard to remain grounded.
'Get your fucking ass in that bedroom now, Jimin' Cheon didn't shout or raise his voice, he simply repeated himself, but the violent edge to his tone made Jimin jump, heart racing in his chest.
The smaller male moved past the older, walking through the living area, into the hallway of their apartment until he reached the bedroom. He didn't stop, he didn't look back, he knew better than that. He knew Cheon would be right behind him, silently following his prey. He had hardly made it into the centre of the room before he felt a large hand grab his shoulder, he yelped in surprise before being pushed forwards towards the bed. Then with one harsh movement Cheon spun Jimin round to face him, loosening his grip in the process and moving so his hand was now around the younger's neck. Jimin let out a whimper as he was forced backwards, calves hitting the bed frame behind him before he fell onto the mattress.
Cheon instantly dropped down on top of Jimin, straddling the younger male, trapping him between his strong thighs. He dragged the over sized tshirt up and off the smaller's torso in one rough, swift motion. Jimin whined under the harsh touch, head swimming with fear. Cheon looked down at the man beneath him, dried blood caked on his nose, lips and chin, eyes red and on the brink of over flowing with tears, his soft, yet toned torso shaking beneath him. Old and new bruises littered his chest, hips and biceps, the mixture of blues, purples and yellows painting his flesh. He was perfect.
Jimin lifted his arms up in a weak attempt to push against the older's chest, he didn't want this...he never wanted this anymore. Cheon frowned at the sudden spark of disobedience from the younger, grabbing Jimin's wrists, forcing them above his head with one hand, pinning them to the mattress.
'Don't you fucking dare Jimin' the threat was cold and stern.
'Please...please Cheon...I-I-I don't want this...'
There it was again, the begging. Fuck. It sent a jolt if arousal straight to Cheon's dick, the hardness straining against his jeans. He needed Jimin, and he needed him now. He needed to ruin him, remind him just who the fuck he belonged too.
Cheon lifted his weight off the younger, still holding his small wrists above his head, and with one hand pulled Jimin's shorts down to his knees.
'Ch-Cheon please...please...don't do this to me...' a small sob shook through Jimin's trembling body as he tried to push his legs together.
'If you don't keep that pretty little mouth shut and your legs open, then I'll fucking make you'
The threat wrecked another sob from the smaller man's mouth, tears now escaping and rolling down his flushed cheeks.
'Move your arms, and i'll break your wrist, understand me?'
Jimin, with no other choice but to obey, nodded his head as Cheon released his wrists, moving off the bed and smirking down at the pitiful sight before him. He un buttoned his jeans, pulling them off, revealing the large tent in his boxers. Jimin bit his lip, trying desperately to hold back the sobs again, the sobs he knew Cheon craved, the sick fuck loved when he cried, if anything it turned him on more.
As Jimin laid there, naked and trembling, while the other pulled down his boxers, stroking himself, he tried to remember the last time the sex was consensual. Since the abuse started, the older would use sex as a way of apologising to Jimin, treating him softly, pleasuring him the same as he always did, but as the abuse got worse so did the sex. Cheon would stop asking, stop pleasuring and prepping the younger, he'd fuck him screaming into the mattress purely for his own sexual satisfaction. And now? Well, these days Jimin had to remind himself that there was nothing consensual about the act, it was rape - plain and simple. The truth was he would prefer to be beaten over and over, black and blue than deal with a sexually frustrated Cheon.
'Hands and knees, now'
'No...no...I-I-I don't...' a solid slap to Jimin's thigh stopped him.
'What the fuck did I say? Keep your mouth shut you piece of shit'
A pent up sob wrecked through Jimin's body as he moved himself onto his hands and knees, he felt the bed dip behind him and he sobbed again. Large hands began to roam his thighs, his back and then down to his round ass, grabbing the flesh greedily. The hand moved, locking onto his slim hip with an aggressive grip, a grip sure to leave marks. The other came up quick, grabbing Jimin's soft pink locks, forcing his head down into the mattress, his tear stained face pushed roughly into the sheets. The hand removed itself from his hair, but he kept his head down, he knew better than to move. And then he felt it, Cheon's dick pushing against his un prepped hole.
Jimin locked his eyes shut, and then in one quick, angry motion, Cheon forced himself fully inside him.
The muffled scream that shattered through Jimin's body was like music to the older's ears. Cheon stopped, fully flush against the younger's ass, hands gripping on his hips and he exhaled, feeling the tightness wrapped around him. Bliss, sheers bliss engulfed his senses. Jimin was nothing but a toy in these moments, nothing but a hole of release. He could feel the other sobbing into the sheets, and he smiled...his job was done. Without another moments thought, he moved, slamming into Jimin with animalistic dominance, reaching down and grasping the smaller's hair, dragging his head back...he loved seeing his perfect face as he fucked into him.
Jimin's eyes were scrunched shut, pools of tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, his mouth open as wrecked whimpers and unwanted moans escaped his blood stained lips. Fuck, he looked stunning.
Cheon continued his aggressive act, his hand clenching the mop of hair even tighter. Jimin was being pulled back so much that he was struggling to keep himself up, his arms now outstretched to lift his torso, trying anything to relieve the vice like grip on his scalp. The bed was creaking and slamming against the wall with the force of the action. An overwhelming feeling of embarrassment consumed Jimin as he felt himself begin to harden, his own body betraying him, small, guilty moans flowing from his mouth, spurring the older on with each thrust. He felt Cheon's momentum becoming more erratic, he was close, thank God.
Jimin clenched his teeth, hurry the fuck up you pig.
With a final thrust, Cheon reached his high, releasing Jimin's hair, pushing him painfully back into the mattress. He stayed, hands firm on the younger's soft hips, and he glanced down, so in love with the broken, wrecked boy before him. For a moment, there was silence, the only noise coming from the older as he panted before he pulled himself out and away from Jimin. The younger stayed where he was, not quite daring to move yet, he just sniffled into the sheets, willing himself to stop crying.
Sometimes Cheon liked to cuddle, sometimes he liked to go another round, or sometimes he liked to slap Jimin around again, all dependant on his mood. He figured he'd done enough tonight, he succeeded in breaking the kid, he'd fully reminded him who owned him. Yeah, he was done for now.
'Go clean yourself up and get to bed'
When Jimin looked up, he watched as Cheon re-dressed himself, wiping his brow with the back of his hand and without another glance, left the bedroom. The older was satisfied for today. Jimin stayed frozen for a moment until he heard the recognisable sound of the fridge open and close, followed by the sudden babble of the television.
And just like that, it was done.
Jimin lifted himself into the seated position, wincing at the pain from his ass and grimaced with embarrassment as he felt the all too familiar liquid begin to slide down his thigh. Getting to his feet on shaky legs proved more difficult than he thought, but he pushed forward, all too used to the routine...he got smacked, he got fucked and then he got discarded.
Come on Jimin, just get to the bathroom. You've done this before. You need to move.
With another pathetic whimper, Jimin trudged forward to the en suite bathroom, flicking on the light and shutting the door behind him. Turning to face the mirror, he gripped the sink, using it as an anchor to help him remain standing. His reflection didn't often shock him, but today...fuck, Cheon really let him have it. His eyes were puffy and red, the dried blood was still caked to his sore nose, lips and chin, and his hair was all over the place thanks to Cheon's aggressive tugs. He could see fresh bruises beginning to darken across his chest and stomach...oh great, just when the older ones were finally dulling down. The harsh hues of blue contrasted against his skin.
Jimin turned, stepping into the shower, starting up the water. It was cold at first, but he didn't care. Slowly it became warmer, soothing his aching muscles as it covered his back and shoulders. As he ran his hands through his hair, lathering up the soap, an overbearing feeling of hopelessness consumed him, a painful sob clawing at his chest, raising up his throat. He let it out, the sound of the water disguising his cries. Sinking down to the shower floor, he clutched his knees to his chest, rocking softly backwards and forwards, a mixture of soapy water and tears gliding down his face.
He's unsure how long he stayed curled up there, but it was long enough for his sobs to subside to gentle whimpers, and for the water to loose it's hotness. Dragging himself up, Jimin finished cleaning himself, scrubbing the blood from his face and rinsing the soap suds from his hair. Turning the tap off, the water stopped and he stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel, slowly drying his aching body. Creeping back into the empty bedroom, he could still hear the buzzing of the television down the hall, followed by deep chuckles from his partner.
Pulling on a fresh clean t shirt and some boxers, Jimin crawled onto the bed, climbing under the covers, cocooning himself in the softness, willing another raw outbreak of tears to stay sealed behind his eyes. Clamping them shut, he pushed his thoughts away, focusing on his dance class tomorrow - the one escape from his home life he was actually allowed - hoping and praying that he could hide his bruises, praying that his best friend wouldn't ask too many questions and hoping that he had the strength to move his body to the music.
Visions of him dancing across the practise room, the music controlling his movements, his best friend laughing and smiling at him took over his brain, he willed the pleasant thoughts to stay. It was these thoughts and fantasies that helped him escape, helped him fall asleep almost every night. As exhaustion over came his body, eyes drooping closed, Jimin fell into a deep sleep.
He didn't feel the dip in the bed beside him or the hand softly pushing his hair from his peaceful face. He didn't feel the soothing hands up his arms or the gentle whispers from the man he once loved.
'You're mine Park Jimin...one day you'll understand that'