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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Park_Jimin_(BTS)/Everyone, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jungkook/
      Park_Jimin, Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Park_Jimin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Park_Jimin,
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Park_Jimin, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin/Park_Jimin
  Character:
      Park_Jimin_(BTS), Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Jung
      Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Additional Tags:
      Park_Jimin-centric, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Rape_Aftermath, Depression,
      Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional_Manipulation,
      Emotional_Hurt, Heavy_Angst
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-29 Words: 3904
****** i've been dreaming (of dying) since the first time you came ******
by vminkookie_(mikey_tdh)
Summary
     Jimin was tired of being the group's bicycle.
Notes
     This fic is heavily inspired by the amazing "I Won't Be Your Bicycle
     Anymore" by cosmicfox, except this is bts (and trash compared to that
     masterpiece lol), but I hope you guys like it.
See the end of the work for more notes
  This work was inspired by
      I_Won't_Be_Your_Bicycle_Anymore by cosmicfox
Jimin was 16 when it first happened, about one year before they officially
debuted. They were all living together in a cramped apartment and hormones were
running crazy. Jimin was still a virgin at this time, he hadn't even had his
first kiss. His misconstrued ideas of sex all came from the limited amount of
porn he watched (when he had time to watch it.) So, it was safe to say it was
very surprising the first time Namjoon came to him.
 
“Jimin-ah, hyung’s been very frustrated lately, do you think you could help him
out a bit?” Namjoon scooted next to Jimin on the couch.
 
Being the doting dongsaeng he was, he enthusiastically agreed to help Namjoon-
hyung with whatever was plaguing him.  
 
“Ah, my legs have been aching lately, do you think you can give hyung a little
massage.”
 
Nodding, Jimin began rubbing the muscles of Namjoon’s thighs. 
 
“Ah, a little bit higher Jimin.”
 
Jimin kept massaging higher and higher on Namjoon’s leg until he reached the
hem of his shorts. 
 
“I’ll just take these off, I mean we’re both guys right.” Laughing, Namjoon got
up and pulled down his shorts. When he sat back down, Jimin notice he didn’t
have any underwear on, but thought nothing of it as his leader could never do
him wrong. Right?
 
Sighing with fake discontent, Namjoon guided Jimin’s hand up until it reached
his dick. 
 
“Keep rubbing Jimin-ah. I think it’s starting to feel better.” Namjoon hummed
with approval.
 
Jimin thought this a little strange but just figured his hyung had worked too
hard in dance practice or something. He began to stroke Namjoon’s cock, keeping
a steady rhythm. 
 
Namjoon released a long hiss. “Right there, Jimin-ah. Right there.” Namjoon
moaned.
 
Jimin kept up his actions for a while, as Namjoon kept emitting strange noises,
until finally, Namjoon’s body went still and a lot of thick, white cream
splurged from the tip of Namjoon’s dick, onto Jimin’s arm.
 
Namjoon smiled at Jimin, thanked him, and went back to his room. 
 
Jimin felt satisfied at making his hyung happy and began to think of what he’d
have for lunch while heading to the bathroom to clean off his arm. 
 
===============================================================================
 
Jimin and Namjoon’s little “massage” sessions kept up about twice every week,
for a month. While it did irritate Jimin a little, keeping him from working as
much as he could, he figured it was okay since it seemed to help Namjoon-hyung
a lot. 
 
The next time Namjoon decided to visit him, Jimin was making breakfast for the
group. Except this time, he’d brought Seokjin-hyung.
 
“Oh, hi Joonie-hyung, Jin-hyung. I was just making some breakfast.” Jimin
flashed a small smile at the older boys.
 
“It’s alright Jimin-ah.” Namjoon reassured him with a smile. “You see, Seokjin
here has been having the same problem as me, and I was wondering if you could
help him out, like you do me.”
 
“Sure, hyung let me just finish cooking, I’ll be done in a second.” 
 
Sending an unsure look to Namjoon, “Jimin its urgent actually, can you help me
now.” Seokjin said. 
 
While a little off-putting, Seokjin and Namjoon couldn't wait a little bit for
him to finish, Jimin went along with it because they are still both his hyungs.
 
This time, Jin pulled his pants down and it was awkward for Jimin to massage
him standing up, he decided to kneel down between Seokjin’s feet.
 
“Oh, oh yeah Jimin-ah. Fuck.” Jin groaned.
 
Suddenly equipped with an idea, Namjoon crouched behind Jimin and whispered in
his ear.
 
“Jiminie, why don't you be a good dongsaeng and help Jinnie here out with your
mouth.” Namjoon smirked up at Jin.
 
Jimin gave Namjoon a puzzled look. 
 
“Um, sure hyung. If you think that will help.” 
 
Namjoon tipped his head forward, until the tip of Seokjin’s cock was between
his lips. Jimin, not sure what to do, just decided to lightly bob his head up
and down Seokjin’s dick until he reached his pubic bone. Nearly gagging at the
taste and smell of Jin-hyung’s sweaty balls and pubic hair, Seokjin decided to
grab Jimin’s hair and fuck his mouth. 
 
Not knowing what was going on, Jimin glanced wide-eyed up at Seokjin, who payed
him no mind, until that thick creamy liquid Namjoon often squirted, began
coming out of Seokjin’s dick and into hismouth. 
 
Bile came up his throat as the foul taste of the liquid streamed into his
mouth. Jimin nearly choked, as Jin was still in his mouth and the liquid had no
where to go. Jimin began swallowing, and finally Jin released Jimin’s head, and
the liquid began poring down the sides of Jimin’s mouth. It got all over his
brand new red tee shirt, and Jimin felt annoyed that Seokjin and Namjoon hadn't
warned him as they came into his mouth and onto his shirt; but Jimin pushed
back those thoughts as these were his hyungs. They were responsible and only
wanted what was best for him. 
 
Or at least, that was what Jimin had convinced himself was what they wanted. 
 
===============================================================================
 
After that one time, Namjoon and Jin-hyung began seeking Jimin out at least
once a day each. It really wore him out, but Jimin never complained, forever
the loyal dongsaeng. 
 
It wasn’t until one time, Namjoon and Jin had brought Hoseok-hyung to
participate, that Jimin got a little suspicious. After all,he thought, why
would three of his hyungs come to only him for their pleasure, Taehyung and
Jungkook were also a part of the team, they had to help out sometimes, right?
It was beginning to get a bit exhausting as his hyungs forcibly removed Jimin
from his work and practice every day.
 
So now, Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok seeked him out individually for their
“massages.”
 
Today was a special day, however, as Yoongi-hyung, Taehyung, and Jungkook were
all out doing interviews, leaving Jimin and his three hyungs all alone. Jimin
was in the recording studio practicing his vocal skills with Jin-hyung when
Namjoon and Hoseok came in and locked the door. Jimin stepped out of the booth
to greet them, when they all towered over him ushering him back into the wall. 
 
Namjoon pushed Jimin onto his knees. “Jimin-ah, hyung has been frustrated
without any relief as you spent the whole day cooped up in here, and he knows
your other hyungs feel the same way. Now is that anyway to treat your caring
hyung?” Namjoon said with a mean smile.
 
“Oh, I’m so sorry hyungs. I didn’t know you were all in pain. Can I make up for
it?” Jimin was a little ticked off that his hyungs had, yet again, distracted
him from his work, but said nothing of it since they did so much for him
already (did they though),so he decided helping them out was the least he could
do.
 
Pulling out their cocks, all three of his hyungs looked at him with expectant
smirks. He began jerking off Namjoon first, getting frustrated when his two
other hyungs kept waving their members in his face. Trying to touch all of them
equally was getting hard, and the others noticed. 
 
With no warning to Jimin, Jin roughly pushed his head onto his wet dick,
effectively silencing Jimin’s protests. Jimin dutifully began to suck, as he
knew his place by now. Except it wasn’t enough for the other boys, so each
grabbing one of Jimin’s hands began jerking off their respective dicks. This
was beginning to get to Jimin, as each of the other boys just used one of his
body parts as if it was their to take. Groaning, Jin began roughly pulling and
pushing Jimin’s head onto his dick so fast that Jimin threw up, except there
was no where for the vomit to go, so it just went back into his mouth.
 
This extremely disgusted Jimin, as he hadn’t given consent for anyof this, as
hot tears began rushing down his face. For the first time, Jimin wondered if
his hyungs were asking him to genuinely help them, or if they were taking
advantage of him. 
 
Jimin wasn’t able to finish that thought, as it was then that all three of his
hyungs came at the same time. So much come was literally pouring on top of him,
covering his entire face, blinding his eyes and coating his outfit to the point
where his outfit was completely ruined. This just made Jimin want to curl up
into a ball and cry, as his grandmothergave him this sweater, and is friends
knewthat; but he just sat back and took it, wiping his eyes when they were
done. 
 
“Well, that was fun, Jimin-ah, don’t you look messy.” Hoseok giggled.
 
All three of them laughed and patted each other on the back as they walked out
the door.
 
Jimin couldn't believe what had just happened, he felt dirty and wrong,things
he’d never expect feeling with his friends, yet he did.
 
But then he changed his train of thought. What are you thinking Jimin! These
are your hyungs, they care about you and only want so see you grow. They’re
surely only doing this because they know it’ll toughen you up, and make you a
better person.
 
Getting up, Jimin still felt sad, as he was forced to take the public metro
home. He was eternally grateful it had been raining, so when he walked into the
bus soaking wet, no-one thought anything of it.
 
===============================================================================
 
Jimin figured, Yoongi-hyung would eventually ask to be messagedas well, and he
was right.
Only a week, after the previous incident,Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok still
continued to use him everyday. It was only a matter of time before Yoongi
joined in the fun.
 
Now Jimin loved all his hyungs very much, but he had a soft spot for his
precious Yoongi-hyung. He’d always greatly respected Yoongi-hyung, for his
uncut bluntness and utmost honesty. He said whatever came to his mind, and had
no problem critiquing other members, as it was to help them become better. 
 
Yoongi also had a soft spot for Jimin, since he reminded him of his younger
brother, with his puppy-like looks, and cheerful disposition. This was why it
took a while for his leader to convince him to try Jimin out. Yoongi didn’t
like the way it made Jimin sound like a toy, but kept it to himself as he
figured Jimin probably liked it. 
 
It was with this mentality that Yoongi approached Jimin for the first time.
Yoongi’d heard of what the other members had done with Jimin the past Friday,
which finally convinced him to join in, as no person can do what he did and not
get off, right? 
 
“Jiminie, hyung wanted to talk with you for a bit, can you come with hyung to
his room.” 
 
Jimin immediately stopped what he was doing, jumping off his bed to follow
Yoongi to his room.
 
Yoongi figured Jimin wouldn’t be so excited if he’d known what he had planned,
but he figured Jimin wouldn't care.
 
If only Yoongi knew Jimin was a virgin, if only he knew Jimin only pleased the
other members out of the kindness of his own heart (when it was tearing him up
inside), if only he knew Jimin didn’t even know what sex was before Namjoon
took advantage of him for the first time.
 
But, no, Yoongi didn't know. He assumed. 
 
Jimin sat on Yoongi’s bed waiting for him to come out of the bathroom,
wondering what he wanted to talk about. 
 
Yoongi figured the best way to get Jimin to comply, was to use the same trick
as Namjoon.
 
“My dear Jimin-ah. Hyung’s been having pain and was wondering if you could help
him out.”
 
Jimin sighed as he dropped to his knees, unzipping Yoongi’s zipper, resolved to
the fait that awaited him. 
 
“No, Jimin, not that. I wanted to do something else, why don't you lie down on
the bed.” 
 
Jimin was confused, yet he obeyed his hyung since Yoongi could never do
anything to hurt him. 
 
Yoongi only pulled down his boxers, then went to strip Jimin completely. Yoongi
slipped on a condom, and covered two of his fingers with lube.
 
Entering them into Jimin’s hole, he grinned at Jimin’s wide eyes. 
 
“Ohh hyung, what are you-- mmph, doi-- ohhhhh.”Jimin’s toes curled, as he’d
never experienced such pleasure before. Jimin felt a little cheated actually,
if his hyungs were getting this much pleasure out of each interaction, then how
come he wasn’t.
 
Yoongi added a third, then a fourth finger, lazily pumping into Jimin, and
watching as the other boy melted at his ministrations. Yoongi figured Jimin was
ready, and lined up his cock with Jimin’s hole.
 
“Ohhh, hyung, please, please, please, please, please.”Jimin deliriously begged,
feeling the sweet pressure on his hole.
 
Yoongi finally pushed into Jimin, groaning at the wet heat that engulfed his
dick. This made Jimin scream as Yoongi began rocking into the younger boy at a
fast pace.
 
What Yoongi didn’t know, or didn’t care to know, was that Taehyung and Jungkook
had come home early from their photoshoot. Entering the apartment, the boys
heard the screams coming from Yoongi’s room, and immediately ran to help. 
 
Opening the door, they were shocked at the scene before them. There was Yoongi-
hyung, poundinginto a screaming Jimin, with his legs in the air. 
 
The boys weren’t that surprised, seeing as they’d been fooling around with each
other for quite some time now, but they were still shocked at seeing their
beloved Jimin in this position.
 
They unconsciously walked over to the couple, when Yoongi noticed them and
asked if they wanted to join. Jimin still had no idea he was being watched,
seeing as he’d already come two times on Yoongi’s cock. 
 
Yoongi quickly slipped out, Jimin whining at the emptiness, before Jungkook
rose to action and pushed his cock in the smaller boy. 
 
“What a wet slut, Jiminie.” Jungkook smirked, meanly. “You must do this for
your hyungs all the time, can’t believe you haven’t let us take a turn yet.”
 
Jungkook’s degrading words immediately grounded Jimin back to reality. He
couldn’t believe his friends had slipped in without him noticing. Before he
could get a word out, Yoongi pushed his head backwards and thrusted into
Jimin’s mouth. 
 
Jimin immediately started moaning in alarm. He had no time to grasp what was
going on. Tears of shock ran down his cheeks, as Jungkook and now Yoongi
continuously made degrading comments about him. 
 
He had no idea he could feel so used, never believing his hyungs to be capable
of such an act. And his best friend,Taehyung, was just standing there, not
saying a word. He became pliant between his friends because he figured is he
was helping them out then it didn’t matter if he didn't want it. It didn't
matter if he felt dirty, all that mattered was their feelings.
 
Jimin would be happy if they were happy. 
 
===============================================================================
 
Now that all the members were in the loop, Jimin got almost no rest. He was up
all night helping outone of his members, and when he finally got an hour of
blissful sleep, another member would wake him up for sex. 
 
He didn't mind though, as long as it made the group happier.
 
It was really slowing him down, though. So much, that he became behind on all
the dances, making the dance instructor scream at him for the rest of day.
Jimin wanted to cry when all the other members made mean comments as they
finished. He wanted to scream that it was their fault he wasn't practicing, but
he held his tongue, figuring they were just tired.
 
The final straw however, came on a seemingly normal Saturday afternoon.
 
They had come home from a tense dance practice, with Jimin missing most of the
steps since he got almost no sleep last night. As soon as Jimin hit his bed, he
knocked out, his body completely exhausted. 
 
This wasn’t enough for the other members, no, they were horny and they wanted
him now. 
 
Jimin woke up to all six of his friends staring down at him, with their dicks
out.
 
“Good morning slut, hows that pussy feeling today? Is it loose enough to take
all of us.” Jungkook laughed. 
 
These words brought tears to his eyes, but he tried to push them back as this
was only the beginning. The entire night he was wreckedby each and every one of
the members.
He continuously beggedthem to stop. He pleaded with them, screaming ’til his
lungs gave out, and all they did was laugh in his face.
 
They used him as their personal whore, they fucked his ass, they fucked his
mouth, they fucked him at the same time, they fucked him separately. They
didn’t give a shit about him.
 
They called him filthy names, humiliating and degrading him the whole night.
 
After they finally left, Jimin was left completely covered in not only cum, but
piss. As a little thank you note, the members decided to pee on him, laughing
like it was some big joke. 
There was so much cum covering his face, Jimin couldn’t even open his eyes.
 
After sobbing to him self for a good ten minutes, Jimin finally got the courage
to go clean himself up. 
 
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, go lay back down in our personal
filth. That’s what you get after all, for being such a slut for our cocks.”
Jungkook laughed from his neighboring bed.
 
Jimin brokenly walked back to his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, until he
fell asleep.
 
The next morning, all of his friends treated Jimin completely normally, as if
last night hadn’t happened. Jimin smiled to himself, thinking they felt sorry
and wanted to make it up to him.
 
It wasn’t around lunch time when Namjoon pulled Jimin into his room and layed
down with him to cuddle, that Jimin found out his real intentions.
 
Jimin felt so warm snuggled up to Namjoon, willing to forget the horrible
things done to him last night (or at least push them away), when Namjoon began
to pull down his pants. 
 
This shocked Jimin so bad he fell off the side of the bed. He looked at Namjoon
as if he just killed his puppy. He began sobbing kicking back until his back
was against the wall. He threw everything in his reach at Namjoon, screaming
unintelligibly. Namjoon sat dumbfounded on the bed, looking worried at Jimin.
 
The other members ran into the room, wanting to help. When Taehyung saw Jimin
screaming he walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. This only made it
worse, as Jimin kicked Taehyung off him, snot dripping down his wet face, as he
ran to the bathroom.
 
The other members ran right after him only to be met with the locked bathroom
door. The only sounds they could make out were Jimin cry-screaming “I told you
to sto-op, I t-told you to stooop. WHY DIDN’T YOU ST-TOOOP.”
 
The other members looked at each other with shocked faces. They pounded on the
bathroom door for hours, pleading with Jimin to let them help. They couldn’t
believe what they’d done to the poor boy. They never stopped to think, once,
about how Jimin must’ve felt.
 
This hurt the members so bad they were crying right along Jimin, terrified at
the monsters they’d become. 
 
They hadn’t cared to think of Jimin at all they just keep taking from him. 
 
After hours of pounding on the bathroom door, the other members decided to go
to sleep, figuring they’d deal with it in the morning. 
 
Except that time never came.
 
Jimin had never felt so used in his entire life. He was now questioning
everything that had happened since he met the other members. Were they ever
really his friends, or did they just fake a friendship to get into his pants.
 
When Jimin heard the noise stop, he waited for a bit before opening the door
and sliding out of the room.
 
With only his phone in his hand, he quietly left the dorm and took a taxi to
his grandmother’s house. Jimin’s grandparents were shocked upon seeing the
crying mess of a boy, but ushered him in anyway. Mentally exhausted, Jimin was
thankful his family let him go straight to bed.
 
===============================================================================
 
Jimin stayed holed up in his room for a whole weak, only occasionally going out
to get food. For the rest of the time, Jimin covered himself in blankets and
sobbed onto his childhood teddy bear. 
 
The next morning, Jin had visited the Park residence hoping to convince Jimin
to come back, put upon hearing the doorbell, Jimin ran behind the couch and
pleadingly looked at his grandparents to not invite him in. Jin left with a
dejected look on his face.
 
Eventually this behavior got to be too much for Jimin’s grandparents and they
decided it was time for Jimin to go back to his group.
 
Jimin also figured it was time, because even if his members had hurt him, they
were still his group, and nothing could come between him and his fans.
 
The next morning Jimin joined the other members in dance practice. He expected
the instructor to yell at him for his absence, but instead he shot Jimin a
supportive smile and told him to get in place.
 
Surprisingly for the rest of the evening, all of the other members were the one
to mess up the choreography, Jimin was flawless.
 
After their practice finished, Yoongi looked at Jimin hopefully and asked him
if he was coming back with them. Jimin nodded his head, looking down at the
floor, as he walked past the other members to sit in the front seat of their
car.
 
The car ride was very silent, as Jimin listened to music in the front seat, and
the other members had no idea what to say to him or each other. 
 
For the next couple of months, the whole group never stopped pleading and
apologizing to Jimin individually, treating him like a prince.
 
Jin always gently woke him up in the morning and made him food before anyone
else.
 
Namjoon made sure he was always comfortable and offered to carry him when he
was tired.
 
Yoongi looked out for him, never letting a higher-up make decisions he wasn't
comfortable with.
 
Hoseok always gave him extra care at dance practices, never getting upset when
Jimin missed a step.
 
Jungkook stopped teasing Jimin and offered him cuddles and affection all the
time.
 
But it wasn’t until Taehyung came to him, in the middle of the night, sobbing
and begging Jimin to forgive them, hanging onto Jimin like a koala, did he
begin to forgive his bandmates.
 
It was a very long road ahead, taking a year before Jimin and the boy’s
relationship was like it used to be, but Jimin had changed. He was no longer
the innocent, naive boy from Busan, no, he was now guarded and cold. He no
longer starved for attention and turned away from affection.
 
This reminded the other boys, every day, what they had done to a boy once much
better than themselves. This was in fact their life long punishment, forever
being reminded of the loving boy Jimin used to be, and the one he now was.
End Notes
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