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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Park_Jimin, Kim_Seokjin
      |_Jin/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, lots_of
      taekook_sorry, love_triangle_to_be_had, Jeon_Jungkook/Jung_Hoseok_|_J-
      Hope, Jeon_Jungkook_&_Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope_&_Park_Jimin
  Character:
      Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Kim
      Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Court_AU, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Drugs
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-29 Chapters: 1/? Words: 4213
****** Court of Blood and Sweat ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Based off the Blood, Sweat and Tears MV; basically I took the
     characters they portrayed in that MV and made a fanfiction based off
     it~
      
     Jungkook doesn't know what he's in for, especially when both the
     prince Jimin and mysterious lost boy Taehyung take an unusual
     interest in him..
Notes
     this isnt supposed to represent any of the members actual
     personalities but rather the characters that they show in that MV~
     Mostly just smut but theres a bit of plot I guess..
     *Note* the first smut scene is short but theres a long one towards
     the end!! *>* Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
Jeon Jungkook was a young man of a decent social standing, his family sitting
in the middle of the chain, it came as a huge surprise when one day a letter
arrived inviting him to join the King's court. 

The King was a mysterious man, he was known to have two sons... Two bastards
technically, it was unknown if the two brothers shared a mother but the rumours
were that it was unlikely. He had legitmentized both sons as princes of the
nation. The King had never wed and a couple years after his last son was born
he turned his court into a mens only court. Rumours flew about that he had
fallen in love, but the women he loved had died in childbirth. Nethertheless,
Jungkook was invited to live with the King, in the Capital, his family would be
unable to decline in their middle standing position. Jungkook knew his mother
would be disappointed, since the women-ban meant she would be unable to visit
him or find him a wife properly.
 
The next day he packed his bags, when the King gave an order it was best to
simply show up at his request rather than send a lengthy reply. The trip took
him two days by carriage and when he finally stepped into the large castle he
could feel his exhaustion. 
 
The castle courtyard was beautiful, filled with plush gardens, fountains and
statues. The town his family ruled had nothing that held a candle to this
beauty.

"A newcomer?"

Jungkook turned to see a brightly lit young man in a military uniform
approaching him. He was dressed in a dark black uniform with cropped orange
hair, he had a sword like most officers of the King but oddly had a bow snuggly
sitting over his chest, arrows hanging from his back. Jungkook could see they
had caps ontop of the points, he wondered if the arrows were poisoned.
He suddenly felt stupidly shy at how stupid he looked, he had wandered away
from his carriage and bags to get a better look at his new home, simply only
wearing his travel clothes without any sort of noble sense to him.
 
"Y-yes," He managed to say. "I'm Jeon Jungkook, I was invited to court
recently."

"Oh! Nice to meet you, I'm Hoseok!" the man smiled down brightly but there was
something predatory in his gaze Jungkook could feel.

Hoseok continued to study him until Jungkook cleared his throat.

"I left my backs back at the entrance, I'd better-" He was cut off looking into
the gardens, a young boy wandered through. He was wearing only pajamas, walking
through the gardens with no shoes, his feet not seeming to mind the rocks he
was stepping on. Jungkook met his eyes and couldn't help but gasp, he was young
with beautiful golden hair, he had a very strong serious energy despite his
attire.  
The boy saw Hoseok beside him and he saw both of them stiffen. The golden boys
face grew darker and he spit on the ground and walked back into the castle.
"W-who was that?" Jungkook felt obligated to know something about this strange
boy if he was to share court with him.
"He's not apart of court, he's simply one of the King's pets who wanders
around." Hoseok growled. 

Jungkook could see that Hoseok's face had grown very dark.
"Don't let him convince you to help him sneak out of the castle," Hoseok
continued warningly. He tapped his bow; "I've had to shoot him down before with
one of these, I don't think he'll ever forgive me." 
Jungkook nodded, noting that it was probably not poison on the arrows but a
tranquilizer. He wanted to ask why the boy was not allowed to leave but he felt
very threatened by Hoseok's energy since the boy entered. He nodded his
goodbyes and headed to explore the castle further. 
When he walked through the door connecting the gardens to the castle before his
eyes could adjust to the castles dark interior he felt his shoulders being
grabbed and pushed up again the wall.
"Shhh." His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and he saw bright blue eyes
and a soft golden hair over them. 

His heart stopped, he could tell the boy was beautiful from afar but up close
he could see how doll-like his features were, it was like he was sculpted. 
"You're new to court, right?" He said. "I'm Tae.." 

He brushed up against Jungkook's ear with his lips, his hair tickling
Jungkook's neck, he was suddenly aware of how closely pressed up together they
were, with Tae's hands pressing his shoulders back and his legs entangled with
Jungkooks. Face turning red Jungkook pushed him away effortlessly and tried to
catch his breath. Tae stood smiling down at him, his energy completely
different from when Jungkook had been with Hoseok.

"I'm Jungkook.." He managed. "And yes today is my first day, I was hoping to
greet the King."

"Ahhh," He looked downturn. "He isn't in today, so how about you play with me
instead?"

Without waiting for a response he grabbed Jungkook by the sleeve and pullled
him down the hallways. Jungkook followed, taken aback by his energy and unable
to refuse his requests.
“What do you think of them?” Tae asked, studying his reactions.

Jungkook took a closer look to the paintings, most of them were of men, broken
angels, men reaching up to the angels. In the middle of the room was a giant
statue of a man with two large black wings extending out, the man looked
grotesque... Jungkook suddenly felt ill looking at the room.

“It’s disgusting.” He said flatly.
 
He turned to Taehyung expecting him taken aback by such a response but instead
he smiled;
 
“Same here,” He grinned. “I hate this room and I hate this whole castle. Soon
you’ll understand it’s a prison.”

His face suddenly got dark and he leaned in way too close again, brushing his
hair against Jungkook’s neck, he shivered against it.
 
“Most of the men here are animals, I’m glad we have eachother.” His lips
rubbing at Jungkook’s ear. “I’ll introduce you to some of my friends here, I
don’t want you to get taken in by the... wrong crowd.”

He moved away from Jungkook’s ear, Jungkook nodded, knowing his face was
probably an extremely dark shade of red. He followed Tae through a winding
number of passage ways.
 
“Where are we going?” He finally asked after they turned what seemed to be the
20th long hallway.

“I wanted to introduce you to Yoongi...” He frowned. “But it seems he’s gone
missing again.”

“What does Yoongi do here?” Jungkook wondered.

“He’s just a pianist.”

Jungkook gasped, he was sure the King’s pianist was no commoner, but he had
gone to court to make powerful friends, that was the whole point of him coming
here, to make connections for his family, to greater their name. Here he was
looking for a pianist... with a strange boy who wandered in his pajamas.
 
He briefly wondered what Taehyung’s role in the court was, he remembered
Jungkook saying he was not apart of the court yet he lived here despite not
partaking in any court activities? He looked at Tae out of the corner of his
eye and wondered if he should dare to ask.

“Ahh!” Tae interrupted his thoughts. “Jimin-ah!!”
A young grey-haired boy stopped down from the crossing hallway away from them,
he nodded looking as if he was going to continue walking but his eyes fell onto
Jungkook and he suddenly started walking over to them.
 
He was dressed in a similarly coloured grey suit, he must be a noble, Jungkook
thought.
 
“Hello, I am Jimin.” The young boy immediately bowed upon meeting them. Looking
closer Jungkook could see he was also wearing stunning grey makeup, matching
his grey eyes, he looked almost inhuman he was so beautiful. He reached out to
grab Jungkook’s hand, looking unsure if he should kiss or shake it.

Before Jungkook could reply to his words or his gesture, Tae wrapped his arms
around his shoulders pulling him backwards away from Jimin.
 
“He’s already mine, Jimin-ah!” Tae whined. “Go play with Hoseok or Yoongi,
since you clearly only want me when I have new things to play with!!”

Jungkook was so startled he didn’t know what to say, Taehyung had become more
playful after leaving Hoseok’s presence, but he was acting downright childish
infront of Jimin.
 
“If you’ll excuse me,” Jimin smiled quietly and bowed before he left them
again, disappearing into the many hallways.
 
“Oh man,” Taehyung said excitedly. “If you weren’t between us he wouldve hit
me, I would’ve won though, I always do.”

Jungkook could’ve sworn his eyes glittered with a new excitement, his face had
a new light to it.
 
“Who is he?” Jungkook asked.

“Jimin?” Taehyung looked at him like he was stupid.

“He’s the prince, of course.”
Jungkook sighed, already exhausted with Taehyung’s antics, dragging him around
the castle, embarassing him infront of the prince. He couldn’t believe Taehyung
had gotten off referring to the crowned Prince informally, who exactly was he?
“You’re not mad?” Taehyung was still glittering infront of him, drinking in
Jungkook’s defeated expression.
 
“Not much I can do now that it’s done.” Jungkook sighed.
That sparkle again.
“I really like you,” Taehyung said. “I think you’ll be my new pet. A cute
little bunny to play with.” He reached out to ruffle Jungkook’s hair, who
didn’t even bother trying to fight against it. How did he manage to met the
strangest person in his first hour of court.
 
Taehyung was suddenly dragging him again, but this time he hooked his hand
around Jungkook’s waist, pulling him side by side.

“W-wait.” Jungkook flushed at the contact.

“This way!!” Tae pulled him down a few more hallways, and then stairs, lots of
stairs.
 
----
 
“Where are we?” Jungkook asked, feeling uneasy.
 
“This is Namjoon’s room! He’s apart of the staff, their accommodations are down
here with the rats, terrible right?” Taehyung said, his eyes drinking into
Jungkook’s reactions again.
 
“The staff? What does he do? Play guitar?” Jungkook sighed.
 
“Nah, the music staff is considered noble. He’s one of the many many bartenders
upstairs.” Taehyung knocked on the door loudly again. “I know youre in there!”
He yelled.
 
The door suddenly swung open, a tall lean man with grey-green hair opened it.

“What do you want now?”
 
“The usual, for two.” Taehyung grinned.
 
Namjoon’s eyes flickered to Jungkook, he nodded his head “m’Namjoon.”

“Jungkook,” He nodded back.
 
“I don’t really think that this brat can handle what you have Taehyung.”
Namjoon shrugged. “It’s pretty strong stuff.”

“I’ll be fine, I’ve had plenty worse before.” Jungkook scoffed, annoyed that a
member of the castle staff was referring to him as a brat. He could be beheaded
for such behaviour.
 
“Do you even know what it is?” Namjoon laughed, clearly amused.

“Drinks right??” Jungkook was suddenly confused, “Tae said you were a
bartender...”
 
Taehyung who had made his way behind Namjoon came up behind him and blew a
small puff of green smoke at Jungkook’s face. Jungkook coughed, and suddenly
realized.
 
“Drugs?” He asked in horror. “Is that allowed?”

Namjoon laughed loudly, clapping Jungkook on his back and letting him into the
small damp room. “Taehyung can get away with anything, don’t worry about that.”

Jungkook found an uneasy seat on the bed, Taehyung sat down next to him.

“I’m more worried about you, these drugs are strong... Although you said you’ve
done worse?” Namjoon grinned expectantly.

Jungkook groaned, he couldnt deny that challenge, his first day at court...
Doing drugs with commoners, meeting the prince, meeting probably the strangest
boy in the castle.

Taehyung who had been smoking quietly from the small pipe, seemed satisfied
enough to rejoin the conversation.

“Don’t worry Kookie,” He drawled. “I’ll give it to you so you dont have to take
it from the pipe. That way it won’t hit you as hard.”

Namjoon snorted, he went towards the other side of the small room where an
array of different potions sat on a desk and started to arrange them noisily.
 
“Ready?” Taehyung asked. “Open your mouth and get ready to breathe in deeply.”

Jungkook nodded, closing his eyes. Suddenly he felt something warm lock around
his lips and realized Taehyung and moved closer to him and was breathing the
smoke from his own mouth into Jungkooks. Startled, Jungkook breathed in
sharply, causing him to cough, making the drugs hit him harder.
 
“Shhhh” Taehyung moved onto his lap, winding one hand underneath Jungkooks
head, resting on his neck, holding his jaw and his head in place. With the
older hand he brought the pipe up to his own mouth, taking a larger breathe of
the smoke this time before bringing his lips down on Jungkooks again. Jungkook
felt himself cough again, more violently this time, falling onto the floor,
trying not to throw up.
 
“Shhh,” in his drugged coma he heard Taehyung again.

“You’re my good little bunny right?” He felt warm lips moving against his own,
he feverishly pushed back, messy and inexperienced.
 
“Please,” Jungkook whispered.

“Please what?” Tae’s voice again, he saw Taehyung move towards the zipper on
his pants, his beautiful blonde hair going between Jungkook’s legs.

“Such a good little bunny,” Jungkook felt himself blush at the praise.
 
Jungkook felt his mouth latch onto the head of his cock, his hips buckled
against Taehyung’s mouth.

“Ahh TAE, TAE.” He wailed loudly, finally breaking his silence. Taehyun-
 
----
 
He suddenly woke up, sweating, looking around. He was in an unfamiliar room,
his bags had been placed within the room and he had been changed into his
pajamas. Sunshine creaked through the open balcony.

He buried his face into the pillow, feeling his hardness when he turned over.
What a shameful dream to have, shameful feelings, shameful, shameful, shameful.
He refused to touch himself, instead attempting to will it away. It must have
been the drugs, he thought.
 
How much of it was real?He wondered in horror. He hadn’t remembered getting up
to his room, or leaving Namjoon and Taehyung. He left to go wash up, making
sure to instruct the servants to bring the coldest water that wasn’t ice.

This will be my start at court, he thought. He looked at himself in the mirror,
his hair done upwards, uncovering his forehead, making him look more mature.
His black shirt with a small red necktie, tied into the back. He smiled at
himself, ready to face the court.
 
The servants lead him to the main room, where everyone in court ate together
each morning. True to the rumours, when he entered, it was only men. Only male
servants, he wondered what had happened to the King to choose such a life.
Clearly he had sons, so he was not uninterested in women.
 
Jungkook bowed upon entering. The King was at the head of the table, announced
to the room;
“This is Jungkook everyone! He shall be joining us in court as apart of the
agricultural consult.”

Jungkook quietly bowed his head again, the King continued; “We have each
consult after breakfest, agriculture meets on Wednesdays, you simply need to
stay after breakfast, until the meeting is ajourned. Otherwise the castle is
yours to roam and use.”

The King continued, introducing each of the many people at the table, Jungkook
bowed to each one, trying to remember their faces.

Directly to his left and his right were his two rumoured bastards. Jimin,
dressed more suitable for the humidity was wearing a sleeveless black top, he
smiled again, his darkened grey eyes scanning Jungkook.

The King introduced him as “Jimin,” nothing else.
 
To his left he introduced; “Jin” a quiet young man with pink gold hair, he
nodded looking off into the distance again, he had a very far away look.
 
“This is Hoseok, the captain of the guards, he is apart of the miltary consult
and the best shot in the entire country.” He pointed to the formally dressed
orange man, who nodded and smiled at Jungkook, making a joking salute gesture.

The rest of the faces blended together to him, he wasnt shocked to not see
Taehyung, Namjoon or the mysterious Yoongi introduced. They had been clear they
were not nobles.
 
The King made room for Jungkook up beside Jimin, Jungkook thanked him for his
kindness and attempted to make awkward small talk before eventually saying;
 
“I’m sorry about yesterday by the way, I wish we could’ve met better.” Jimin
apologized. He lowered his voice, “Taehyung is just trying to use you, I
wouldn’t get involved with a person like him.”

“Are you involved with him?” Jungkook blurted out.

Jimin’s grey eyes darkened. “He’s involved with me.”

Jungkook nodded, trying not to point out... they were the same thing.
 
“Hey come have a drink with me and Hoseok after breakfast.” Jimin’s eyes
sparkled, “I’ll show you that we’re much more fun.”
 
---
 
Jungkook entered into the large room, it was filled with various couches, and a
large balcony overlooking the sea outside, the wind slowly breathed in and
Jungkook smiled.
 
“Here you go!” Jimin handed him a drink.

“W-wait,” Hoseok said, Jungkook was startled, he hadnt even seen the man come
in behind him, he was no longer wearing his military uniform but instead a soft
button up shirt and a pair of pants.
 
Hoseok grabbed the drink from Jimin and handed Jungkook a green glass instead.

“This one will be much better I think,” He smiled at Jimin knowingly. Jungkook
felt uneasy with these two, he remembered Taehyung’s warning about the court.
Theyre all animals.
 
“Jungkookieee.” Jimin whined, looking at Jungkook’s vacant expression at the
drink, they had moved over to the couches, Jungkook softly put the drink down,
feeling out of place.
 
Hoseok and Jimin exchanged small talk, Jungkook felt himself zoning out, not
sure what or who they spoke of.

“Hey Jungkook you look really tired.” Hoseok spoke directly to him, his name
popping him out of this stupor.

“I’m really good at massages if you want one, I know it must’ve been a long
ride out here. The summer castle really is in the middle of nowhere.” Hoseok
continued. “Jimin’s good at them too”, he cast a mischievous look over to a
confused-looking Jimin. Jimin didn’t seem to know what was going on but nodded.
 
Jungkook went along, not sure how to deny a massage from the prince, although
it seemed like the head of the guard was more in charge.

“Here here sit here.” Jimin pointed, Jungkook moved onto the floor, sitting at
the bottom of the couch as Jimin grabbed his shoulders and started massaging.

“Ahhh, AhHH.” Jungkook felt himself groan, he really was tense and overtired.
He felt Hoseok’s eyes twitch at his groaning.

“W-wait wait wait.” Hoseok stoppped them, he moved their position so that Jimin
was straddling Jungkook from behind, with Jungkooks body and legs up on the
couch along side him.

He suddenly felt shy at the amount of attention he was getting from the both of
them, he could feel both of them watching him intently. He tried to stiffle his
gasps from Jimin’s shoulder massage but the more he tried, the more Jimin
pushed.
 
Hoseok suddenly got up from the spot he had been sitting at and grabbed one of
Jungkooks legs, he started at his foot, pushing into all the pressure points,
moving up past his knees. Jimin had moved upwards as well, onto his neck
instead of his shoulders. The room had gone completely silent, the only sound
being Jungkooks muffled noises.

His noises turned to moans and he threw his head back suddenly, Hoseok had
moved up to his inner thighs and was massaging them sensually. He shut his
eyes, unable to hold back any sounds.

“Ahh, are your thighs really sensitive, Kook?” Jimin whispered into his ear.
 
 
Jungkook’s head rolled on his shoulder, Jimins hands had moved from his back to
wrap around the front of his chest instead, he felt Jimin’s hands roam over his
chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. One of his hands grazed his nipple
and Jungkook heard himself loudly moan, unable to control the noises he was
making.

“Woah there, Kookie” He heard Hoseok say. “Getting hard from just this? We
haven’t even touched you anywhere sensitive yet.”
 
Jungkook shivered at the way he empathized “yet”. He felt his soft velvet pants
being pulled off, leaving him in just his thin shirt and his boxers. He
suddenly felt Hoseok’s mouth on his inner thigh, he buckled, loudly moaning
“please please please.”
 
His mouth was soon shut by Jimin, who pulled him in for a silent kiss. He felt
Jimin’s tongue push his lips open and explore his mouth. Jimin took his tongue
and sucked it into his mouth, while Hoseok covered his thighs in hickies.
Jungkook loudly moaned into Jimin’s mouth, panting, his hips being pushed down
by Jimin’s hands now, stopping him from finding any friction.

“P-please,” Jungkook whispered. This whole situation had become so bizarre, but
also he could think about was his desperation.
 
He saw Hoseok look at Jimin over his shoulder;
 
“Well if you do something for us...” Hoseok started.
 
“Anything, anything.” Jungkook whispered.
 
Hoseok grinned, looking too innocent for the man who had started this whole
thing.
 
“Turn over.”
 
Jungkook shivered, they repositioned him so that he was on his hands and knees,
his ass up in the air, now bare as they had removed his boxers, his dress shirt
hung loosely as the only piece of clothing on him, somehow making him feel more
lewd with it on than if he had removed it.

“Make sure you keep your thighs nice and tight.” Hoseok whispered from behind,
he grabbed Jungkook’s hips and thrust his own cock inbetween Jungkooks thighs.

“God your thighs are so beautiful,” Hoseok mumbled between thrusts, “Just as
gorgeous as the Prince,” He smiled upwards.
 
Jimin was sitting infront of him, unsure what to do it seemed like; Jungkook
could tell he was already half-hard from straddling and teasing Jungkook
earlier.

“His mouth, his mouth, Jimin-ah.” Hoseok panted between thrusts.

Jungkook nodded encouragingly, he wanted his release fast; his inner thighs
were so very sensitive, and having Hoseok thrust and grab them was making his
breathing hitch.   He shut his eyes as he felt Jimin thrust his cock into his
mouth as well.
 
Jimin sat there for a second, and then suddenly grabbed Jungkook’s hair,
thrusting deep into his mouth.
 
Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jungkook let out loud moans, he couldn’t let it. He loved
being treated like a toy, a pet, a baby. He wanted to tell the prince that he
could use his body whatever way he wanted, to leave him raw, shameful,
disgusting. He felt Hoseok cum, spurting on his thighs, he left and spiraled
around to Jimin, straddling him from behind, Jungkook saw from his low view on
the ground as he whispered dirty things into Jimin’s ear, and a hand pushing in
and out of his asshole.

Suddenly Jimin pulled out of his mouth, coming onto his face. Jungkook was
taken aback by the sudden attack, he saw Jimin turn and pull Hoseok into a deep
kiss, he felt a little used and disgusting. A plaything to be discarded, he had
wished for it a moment ago, but he felt the heat leaving his body from the
realization of what he had done.
 
Jimin seemed to notice the look on his face, and pulled him forward so that
Jungkook was sitting nakedly on his lap, his legs on either side of Jimin.
 
Hoseok moved again, behind Jungkook so he couldn’t see his face. He was
directly facing Jimin, any moment that Hoseok made would be undetectable to
him, he felt Hoseok pulling his arms up and taking off his loose dress shirt,
it was disgusting now anyway. Jungkook thought, burn it.
 
Jimin started to kiss Jungkook’s neck, he immediately felt the shame leave his
body as he started to moan loudly again. Jimin stopped to look towards him
again,

“Woow Kook, it seems your neck is just as sensitive as your thighs,” His hands
slowly traced Jungkook’s thighs as he went back to lewdly licking his neck.
Jungkook felt two fingers slip into his mouth as Hoseok pushed his fingers
inside, Jungkook sucked on them aggressively, his tongue grateful to have
anything to wrap around.
 
Jimin moved from his thighs to his cock, slowly pushing his hand into the slit,
Jungkook gasped, he moved his hands up and down aggressively jerking him off as
Hoseok twisted his nipples from behind; it was too many hands for his mind to
handle, he came almost immediately, shaking from the aftermath.
 
Panting and finally having his release, he sat there in shock, Jimin slowly
pushed him off and began to find his clothes, Hoseok as well not saying
anything. They grinned at eachother as Jungkook sat there managing to put
nothing back on.

They opened the doors to leave, he saw the flash of a familiar looking blonde
boy as they opened, he felt his eyes fill with tears as he laid down on the
dirtied couch shamefully.
 
End Notes
     this is my first fanfiction ever so please be easy on my unedited
     dribble
     PS: This is set in an ambigious European city! I didn't want to be
     inaccurate but also didn't want to research so it's left to be a
     fictional location!
     PPS: There will be more chapters, I just have no idea how to add them
     without having them written yet LOl
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