under the sycamore tree

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/45156391.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con
Category: M/M
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin
Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Small Town, Pseudo-Incest, Psychological Horror,
Age Difference, jm is 19 jk is 35, Size Difference, Extremely Dubious
Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Age Play Little Park Jimin (BTS),
Age Play Caregiver Jeon Jungkook, Dark Jeon Jungkook, Possessive
Jeon Jungkook, Murder, Character Death, not jikook but other characters
die, Childhood Trauma, Brainwashing, Stockholm Syndrome, Drugged
Sex, Top Jeon Jungkook, Bottom Park Jimin (BTS), Power Imbalance,
Scared Park Jimin (BTS), Daddy Kink, DILF Jeon Jungkook, Rough
Sex, No Lube, some vmin moments, but jikook is endgame/main focus!,
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, forced age play?, Implied/Referenced
Homophobia
Language: English
Collections: Dead Dove Kookmin Fest
Stats: Published: 2023-02-28 Completed: 2023-04-05 Words: 21,136 Chapters:
9/9
 under the sycamore tree
by babybunjm

Summary

➮ After his mother dies, Jimin ends up alone with his stepfather, Jungkook. The only
problem is, that Jimin suspects the older man of being the cause of his mother's death and is
very scared of him. As the months go by, Jimin tries to escape from him, but he realizes that
he will forever be stuck with this evil man...

Notes

i am a huge fan of psychological horror so when i saw this prompt i was excited to work on
it!
to the readers, please be cautious and check out the tags. this story will include many dark
elements. don't say that i didn't warn you! this is a dead dove fic.
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Jimin ran through the endless forest, that felt like an endless maze. There was complete
darkness. Not even the moon shone beneath him to guide him. His white sneakers were torn
apart by the many rocks and stained by the rotten leaves on the ground.

The atmosphere was so cold and dark, and Jimin felt like he couldn’t breathe as he took each
step. All he could hear was his heart beating. His pulse was so loud, that Jimin felt like he
was going crazy.

He wished there was one single sound he could hear. A nocturnal animal howling, or insects
chirping. Anything so he wouldn’t have to be alone with his thoughts.

He was back in the dark forest again, surrounded by tall ancient trees.

And finally, after endless hours of running, a light emerged from the moon. The glowing
moon shone down on one of the sycamore trees. Jimin squinted his eyes and followed the
glowing.

He jogged his way to the glowing tree, and slowly, he was starting to see something. It was…
another human being, for sure. It was a human being, hanging from a tree.

In hesitation, Jimin approached. He almost tripped when he was met with the horrifying
sight. Hanging from the tree, was none other than Jimin himself. His face was pale, plump
lips almost blue, and he had a rope tightly wrapped around his neck.

Jimin had started to weep as he observed his lifeless body hanging from the tree. He
hesitantly reached to touch himself, but then, his eyes opened, and they were black. Jimin
screamed like a scared little animal…

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

He woke up in a cold sweat, his throat feeling a little hoarse. He threw the bed covers off his
sweating body and checked the clock next to him. His alarm had just gone off. It was around
7 am in the morning.

He woke up at 7 every morning to get ready for school. He walked to his school every
morning, and it took him about ten minutes to get there. When it was heavily raining, he took
an umbrella with him. If it was too icy cold, Jungkook, his stepfather, would offer to give him
a ride.

Today, however, it wasn’t raining nor was it too cold. It was a typical chilling day in the small
town he lived in. Though, Jimin would prefer to stay in bed after his nightmare.

Every single night, he dreamt of the same thing. Running into the dark woods until he found
his lifeless body hanging from the same sycamore tree. Jimin’s dreams were haunted by the
death of his poor mother.

Three months ago, Jimin had found his mother hanging from a sycamore tree, near their
house. The police barely investigated her death and classified it as a typical suicide, due to
the rope around her neck, and a depressing suicide note on the ground.

But Jimin didn’t believe his mother had committed suicide. Yes, his mother wasn’t a good
mother at times. She often got awfully drunk and slept around with strange men after her first
husband died, but she wasn’t a bad woman.

She wasn’t depressed. She wouldn’t just end her life like this. She was quite happy, even after
she met Jungkook, her second husband. But after the pregnancy talk came up to the surface,
something changed in their relationship.

Jimin could tell. But he didn’t want to say his theories out loud.

Because…he was scared of his stepfather, Jungkook.

He had been living with him for three months now, after his mother’s death. Though Jimin
was technically an adult now, being 19 years old, he had nowhere to go. He had no money, so
he couldn’t run away just yet.

When he graduated from school, he was hoping to move away to Seoul. He couldn’t live in
this small town anymore. He wanted to escape from the sycamore trees.

‘‘Oh dear, I look so terrible,’’ After getting up from the mattress, Jimin headed to the
bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. His stepfather, Jungkook, had already left for
the butcher’s shop where he worked, so there was complete silence at their small house.

Jimin came out of the bathroom a few minutes after, wearing his school uniform. He also
wore his favorite dangling earrings and applied some face powder. Even though he often
looked gloomy, he still made sure to look pretty.

He had light brown short hair, plump full lips, a tiny nose, and a delicate body. He wasn’t like
most boys in his school. He was as delicate as a little flower. His mother often told him that
he had taken after her ethereal beauty, and she was right.

Jimin often received confessions and love notes in his locker, but he always ignored them and
rejected them. Jimin wasn’t very interested in girls. He didn’t want to admit it, but he liked
guys.

He liked his best friend and classmate, Kim Taehyung, to be exact.

Taehyung lived a few houses away from Jimin. He was a little taller than Jimin and had black
hair. He was bigger than Jimin too. Jimin loved it when Taehyung accidentally touched his
hand, and the size difference was evident.

He felt content around his friend, and hoped…he’d be able to run away with him soon.
‘‘Good morning!’’ On his way out, he greeted the many old ladies of the small town. He
bumped into them every morning on his way to school. Some of them owned food stalls at
the fish market, while others owned small stores as Jungkook did.

After walking in the chilly cold, he arrived at the old school gates. He was ten minutes early
and calmly entered. He could already see a few of his classmates in the front yard, sitting on
the benches, drinking banana milk.

A few others were playing basketball.

Jimin just headed to his class to drop his bag. When the bell rang, Taehyung quickly rushed
inside the classroom with his boxy smile. Jimin just smiled at his best friend that sat down
next to him.

Today, they started with Korean and ended with P.E.

Jimin wasn’t a huge fan of P.E. He preferred science, chemistry, and mathematics instead.
Taehyung always teased him and called him a nerd for that.

‘‘Youu okay, Jimin-ah?’’ After the boys of the class were done playing football, all of them
were covered in sweat. Still, in their tracksuits, the two of them rested on the benches.

Taehyung was drinking some water, while Jimin was softly panting, wiping his forehead with
a soft towel.

‘‘You look pretty pale today. Are you sick, Minnie?’’ Minnie was what Taehyung called
Jimin when he was worried about him. Jimin always melted at the nickname.

‘‘Y-yeah, I’m fine. I just had a bad dream, Taetae,’’ Jimin smiled at his best friend. He didn’t
get into details about his dream, not wanting to make his friend worry. Though, Taehyung
already knew Jimin had been suffering for a while now.
‘‘Things will be over once we graduate, so cheer up,’’ Taehyung said, as he threw the bottle
of water in the trash can. ‘‘Let’s get changed?’’

‘‘W-what do you mean, Tae—once we graduate?’’ Jimin wondered as he followed Taehyung

to the lockers.

‘‘I’m going to Seoul after we graduate. Want to come with me? We can rent a place together
and be roommates,’’ Taehyung explained to Jimin, after opening his locker and putting his
dirty clothes away.

Jimin did the same and then looked at Taehyung with excitement in his eyes.

‘‘That would be lovely, Taehyung…I want to be your roommate,’’ Jimin smiled at the
thought. ‘‘I want to move away from this shitty place. It has only caused me pain-’’

‘‘Just a few more months left, buddy.’’ Taehyung patted Jimin’s head as if he was a cute
puppy, and then they exited the school together. They usually walked home together, and that
was what they did today as well.

‘‘See you tomorrow!’’ Taehyung waved as Jimin walked further away from home.

‘‘…I’m h-home,’’ Jimin announced, as he slid the paper door open. It was almost 5 pm when
he usually returned. Jungkook, his stepfather, already had the food ready by then.

Jimin could see him standing near the kitchen, preparing the food. Jungkook was only in a
black tee, that stuck to his muscular body. He also wore a white apron, to avoid getting his
clothes stained.

‘‘Sit down, kid.’’ When Jungkook turned around, Jimin was met with his stepfather again.
Jungkook wasn’t a bad-looking man really. In fact, he was very handsome. He had black
longish hair, a sharp jawline, and a highly muscular body.

Jimin’s mother had fallen in love with him right away even if he was a few years younger
than her. They first met at the butcher’s shop, where Jungkook worked as a butcher.
Jungkook moved to this small town a few years ago and had somehow sneaked into Jimin’s
life.

‘‘Make sure to eat all of it. The beef is the best from my shop.’’ Jungkook said in a stern
voice and Jimin quietly nodded. He grabbed the chopsticks and began to eat. They had beef,
soup, rice, and a few side dishes for dinner.

The two of them always sat down on the lower table, on soft cushions, and ate dinner in
silence. Jimin didn’t dare to speak with his father a lot ever since his mother’s death.

He was too scared to talk to him and felt awkward.

What could he say to an intimidating 35-year-old butcher anyway?

‘‘Go wash the dishes. I’ve done all the hard work and prepared dinner for us.’’ When
Jungkook was done eating, he got up and didn’t bother washing up. Jimin was always
washing the dishes since Jungkook cooked.

Jimin didn’t mind, as long as he didn’t get to speak with Jungkook a lot. He hated being
around him.

‘‘Kay…’’ Jimin obediently picked up the plates and walked to the kitchen counter.

‘‘And call me Appa, will you? I’m your fucking dad.’’ Jungkook scolded Jimin, making the
youngest slightly flinch. ‘‘B-but you’re not my real-’’
‘‘Yes, I fucking am. I’m the only family you have left in this shitty world.’’ Jungkook gritted
his teeth, making Jimin want to cry. He hated it when Jungkook raised his voice and cursed.
Jimin felt so vulnerable and scared.

‘‘O-okay, Appa…’’ Jimin said in a tiny voice, not looking back at his stepfather.

Jungkook smiled and returned back to the cushions. ‘‘Good boy. Why don’t you sit down so
we can have a drink together? You’re an adult now, aren’t you?’’

‘‘N-no, I must study and-’’ Jimin refused right away, wanting to hide in his room. He always
refused Jungkook’s late-night drinking offers. He would rather study 100 pages of Korean
history than drink with him.

‘‘Study for what exactly? Are you planning to become a university student?’’ Jungkook asked
as he poured himself a drink. He took a sip from the soju and intensely gazed at Jimin.

‘‘Well…I am thinking of going to Seoul when I graduate-’’ Jimin announced in a small voice,
looking down at the mat.

Jungkook frowned. He wanted to bang his fist on the wooden table, but he held back. He
wasn’t that drunk just yet.

‘‘Do you now?’’ Jungkook let out a chuckle and had his second cup of soju. He remained
silent for now, but there was no way he was going to allow Jimin to escape. Jimin was his
precious son, his little petal. They were going to remain together, until the end, and be a
happy family.

AUTHOR NOTE; Sorry if this was a little short, but more will come soon :) let me know if
you liked it.
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‘‘Hello! I’d like some beef, please. For my son. Today is his birthday, so I’d like to buy some
good meat for him—b-but—oh dear, are you the new butcher here?’’ Almost two years ago,
Jeon Jungkook moved into the small little town.

He had been a butcher his whole life. His father, too, was a butcher, until he became an
alcoholic abusive bastard.

Jungkook was just slowly following his steps. Jungkook enjoyed this small little town and its
pathetic residents. As soon as he moved in, all of them welcomed him warmly and bought
from his shop.

All of them claimed to love his meat, and Jungkook always greeted them with a charming
smile. Jungkook…was quite the heartthrob of the small town. All women, young, or old,
swooned over him.

‘‘Oh, yes, I’m new here. How old is your son turning, ma’am?’’ There was especially, this
lady, that had fallen for Jungkook right away. Park Sunja was her full name. She was going
to turn 40 in two years, but she still looked quite beautiful.

Despite her bad drinking habits, she still had fair skin and a beautiful face. Her light brown
hair was in a bob hairstyle, which made her look younger. She was also quite petite, looking
very tiny compared to Jungkook.

‘‘My beautiful son is turning 17 this year! Oh dear—you see, my baby boy has always been a
fragile little petal. He even missed a school year when he was younger because he was too
sick—oh dear, but he’s alright now! So I want to give him the best meat as a birthday gift!’’
Sunja was also very talkative when it came to her only son.

Her son was the light of her life, so how could she not beam while talking about him? Her
son was her little precious petal.
‘‘Very well,’’ Jungkook showed off a smile to the older woman. ‘‘I will give you the best meat
for your son. What’s his name? If i may ask of course-’’

‘‘Yes, it's alright. Jimin is his name.’’ Sunja said with a smile.

Two years ago, Jimin’s mother had met Jungkook, the devil man, for the first time.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

Jungkook was at the butcher’s shop again. He wore a white apron around his dark clothing
while slicing huge pieces of raw meat on the counter. He was used to the smell of the meat.

Most people found it repulsive, but Jungkook didn’t mind. He was used to the smell, from a
young age. His father always returned home, smelling like meat. Other times, he returned
home smelling like alcohol.

And other times, he returned smelling like a rotten corpse. It was the night he had killed
Jungkook’s poor mother. His father had killed the only person that Jungkook had ever loved
in his life; his mother.

‘‘Good morning, Mr. Jung—what are you buying today?’’ Jungkook greeted one of his
regular customers that had just entered his shop. Mr. Jung was a middle-aged man that lived
nearby. He often bought meat from Jungkook.

Mr. Jung was a father of two. One daughter, one son. Both of them were teenagers, just a few
years younger than Jimin. Jungkook often saw them walk around the town with their father.
They always looked happy together.

Mr. Jung was close to his family. Jungkook envied that. It was what he always wanted in this
life…a happy family.
‘‘Just the usual, Jungkook-ssi. Ah, the meat over there looks so good. Is it chicken?’’ Mr.
Jung glanced over the counter, where Jungkook was chopping down.

‘‘Yep. Chicken. Ah, but you must buy my beef, don’t you?’’ Jungkook then abandoned the
chicken and headed to wrap up some beef for Mr. Jung.

‘‘Yes, yes. My children love your beef. What do you do with them? How come it’s always so
good?’’

Jungkook let out a chuckle and then handed the beef to the middle-aged man. ‘‘That will be
20.000 won, please. I’m giving you a small discount today.’’

‘‘Ah, how kind of you. Thank you, Jungkook-ssi.’’ The middle-aged man smiled as he
handed over the money to Jungkook. Jungkook just smiled and waved as the man exited his
shop.

‘‘Is it 3 already?’’ When the customer was out of his shop, Jungkook glanced at the clock. It
was almost 3 pm. He usually opened his shop early in the mornings and closed up before
evening came.

He wanted to be home early before Jimin returned from school. These days, the younger boy
had been avoiding him, and it pissed him off. Jungkook just wanted to have a drink with him.

And tonight, he would make him drink no matter what.

‘‘Hi, hi. Come by my shop tomorrow. I’ll give you a discount, miss Lee-’’ When he closed
his shop, Jungkook bumped into many residents of the small town. There was a young
woman, in her late 20s, that also had a crush on Jungkook.

Jungkook was often nice to her, but he wasn’t planning on dating another woman. He had
enough of that. Before Jimin’s mother, he had dated multiple women in the past, in search of
the perfect mother.
But after Jimin’s mother, he lost all hope. There was no hope for him to start his precious
family.

Or maybe…there was…a way?

‘‘That little brat will be back soon. Hm, why is he late today?’’ When Jungkook returned
home, it was past 4 pm. Jimin was still not home. Jungkook kept gazing out of the paper
window, wondering why the younger boy wasn’t home yet.

Jungkook often stalked Jimin. Sometimes, he stalked him when he walked to school in the
mornings. Jimin looked very lonely and gloomy in the mornings.

When Jimin returned from school, however, he wasn’t as gloomy. Because Taehyung was
next to him.

And Jungkook despised that black-haired tall boy. He hated his boxy smile and his big hands.
He hated the way Taehyung hugged Jimin and touched him.

Jimin was only his boy. He didn’t want anyone else to touch him.

‘‘I’m h-home, A-appa,’’ Finally, Jungkook could see him coming. This time, Taehyung
wasn’t walking home with him. Jungkook figured the other boy was busy with his family
today.

And then, Jimin had entered. He slid the paper door and took off his shoes, leaving them at
the entrance. He always wore the same pair of white sneakers, that were a little torn on the
back.

Jungkook was going to buy him new ones someday. Yes, perhaps, Jimin wouldn’t be so
frightened if Jungkook bought him gifts.
‘‘Good boy. Why were you late today? The food is getting cold.’’ Jungkook turned around to
meet with Jimin. Jimin was still in his school uniform, now taking off his vest.

‘‘I…I was busy with homework, so-’’ Jungkook could see the younger boy slightly tremble
as he spoke. Oh, but Jimin was so cute when he trembled or stuttered like this. Jungkook
loved seeing Jimin in fear.

‘‘Homework again? When will you move on from this bullshit? You live in a small town, and
we barely have money to pay our bills every month. You think you can afford to study and
live in Seoul?’’ Jungkook sincerely hoped he would be able to change Jimin’s mind about
studying and running away to Seoul.

Besides, what he was saying was true. Jimin had always been poor. His father had died from
cancer a few years ago, while his poor mother was trying her best to bring some money to the
table.

‘‘I…no, I…was just studying, s-sorry, I’ll come earlier next time,’’ Jimin apologized in a tiny
voice, his plump lower lip still trembling a little. Jungkook’s eyes were dark as he gazed at
the younger boy.

Then, the older man got up and placed a bowl of soup on Jimin’s side. He also brought some
beef along with the usual side dishes. ‘‘Eat up, and forget about your homework. You’ll
graduate soon. You can work in the shop with me. I need someone to help anyway-’’

‘‘What?’’ Jimin’s voice squeaked from his surprise. He dropped his spoon and accidentally
spilled some of his soup on the table.

Jungkook just clicked his tongue and tapped the spoon on the table. ‘‘What do you expect to
do after school anyway? Do you think you’re going to have a bright career? Or perhaps, you
want to become like your mother, doing part-time jobs around this shitty town-’’
‘‘I…’’ Jimin was speechless. Jungkook could see the fear and hopelessness in his eyes. And
he loved it. Oh, Jimin had such beautiful facial expressions. Pouty plump lips, and puppy
eyes that looked so scared. If only he could hear the sounds of his whimpering too.

‘‘Let’s not discuss this anymore. There’s no use in arguing about it. I have some money, I can
support you, so just stay by my side, kid. I’m your family, after all.’’ Jungkook said, and then,
started eating his soup.

Jimin also silently started eating, with a blank expression on his face. When he finished his
meal, he went to put the dirty dishes away. Then, he started washing them.

‘‘Hm, are you being a good boy?’’ Jungkook was now behind Jimin. The size difference
between them was very obvious. Jimin had such a delicate frame. If Jungkook ever touched
him, he could break.

What Sunja had said, was correct. Jimin was like a fragile little petal next to Jungkook.

‘‘I..w-washed them all, so I’m going to my room now-’’ Jimin said, and then softly gasped, as
he turned around and was met with Jungkook. Jungkook could see him gulp.

Then, the older man just grinned.

‘‘No, you are not. You’re going to have a drink with me tonight.’’ Jungkook said as he
reached down to the cabinet, to find some booze. He had a bottle of whiskey hidden in the
cabinet. He also had a few cans of beer in the fridge. Soju too.

Tonight, they would be drinking soju, however.

‘‘N-no, I can’t. I must wake up early tomorrow—I have a test so-’’ Jimin tried to escape from
the drinking as usual, but Jungkook wasn’t going to accept no as an answer.
‘‘Sit down. You’re an adult now, aren’t you? Don’t you want to act like an adult for once?
You’re always drinking banana milk or chocolate milk like a little child,’’ Jungkook then
gripped Jimin’s fragile arm and pushed him down in the cushions.

Jimin just let out a small whimper and winced from the manhandling. The younger boy
obediently remained in the cushions, as Jungkook smiled.

‘‘That’s it. Be good and have a drink with me, son.’’ Then, Jungkook brought a few bottles of
soju to the lower table and some cups. He poured Jimin a drink and handed the cup to him.
‘‘Now, drink up.’’

‘‘Kay…’’ Jimin hesitantly brought up the cup to his lips and sipped the alcoholic drink. The
taste was quite bitter and he didn’t like it, but he ended up having a few more cups. As soon
as they started, Jungkook couldn’t stop drinking.

And Jimin felt like…he was watching a wild animal in front of him.

Both of their faces were pretty flushed, as Jungkook brought another bottle to the table.

‘‘You know, Jimin, little petal. Did you know, that your mother called you that? Little petal?’’
Jungkook started to say, letting out a drunken chuckle. ‘‘She was so obsessed with you.
Sometimes, I felt like she loved you too much. Do you think it’s why she refused to have
another child with me? That fucking whore.’’

Then, Jungkook banged his fist on the table.

Jimin just covered his ears with his hands for a moment. Jungkook was starting to become
violent again, and he didn’t like it.

‘‘She claimed that you had taken after her beauty, and maybe she’s right. But nah, I think
you’re even prettier than her. Damn, how can a young guy be so pretty, huh? Are you sure
you’re not a woman, kid?’’
Jungkook was drunkenly spouting nonsense, while Jimin was on the verge of tears. He didn’t
know what to do or say. Should he run away and hide in his room? Stay and listen to his
drunken talk?

Jimin…was scared.

‘‘But what pisses me off the most….’’ Jungkook drunkenly mumbled and then gazed up to
Jimin, that was slightly trembling, ‘‘Is that you can’t give me the perfect family... If only you
had a womb… I’d knock you up right away. Our kids would be beautiful, little petal.’’

Jimin with a few tears falling down his cheeks started to scream like a scared little animal.
Jungkook then could see the younger boy running away to his room. After that, Jungkook
collapsed on the mat.

While Jimin…was under the bed covers, trembling. He was scared of Jungkook even more
now. He wished there was a way he could escape, but how?

How could he escape from the devil man, and the sycamore trees?

AUTHOR NOTE: here's a new update. i gave you guys a sneak peek of JK's pov in this
chapter !! any comments would be appreciated thanks for reading !
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‘‘Don’t be so nervous, dear! I’m sure my son will adore you! His poor father died almost five
years ago, so I’m sure he must want someone as a new father figure. All boys want a father,
don’t you think?’’ After visiting the butcher’s shop a few more times, Sunja successfully
started seeing Jungkook.

They started going out for drinks for a few nights, and then, Jungkook made the first move.
Sunja was head over heels for Jungkook and accepted right away. A few months after, Sunja
was the one to propose moving in and living together.

Of course, Jungkook accepted right away. It was part of his plan to move in with Sunja. How
else could he start building his perfect family?

‘‘Ah, honey, I hope your son will like me. I don’t want to inconvenience you guys—to him I’m
merely a stranger—we only met twice after we started dating, right?’’ Jungkook was
pretending to be the nervous boyfriend.

Though, truth be told, he already knew everything about Sunja and Jimin, her little petal.

Sunja was a widow. Her husband had died from cancer a few years ago. Jimin was a typical
high-school student. He had missed a school year due to a health issue.

Sunja did part-time jobs every day to make a living, while Jimin was quite fragile due to his
weak immune system. In other words, this pair was perfect for Jungkook. Jimin and Sunja
were perfect for Jungkook to use.

‘‘Jimin-ah? Are you up?’’ When it was time for them to meet, Sunja brought Jungkook to their
home. Jungkook already had his things with him. Two suitcases. Most of them were dark
clothing and his combat boots. Other items from his butcher’s shop would be delivered by
next week.
‘‘I was in the bathroom—why mom-’’ Jimin then came out to the entrance. He was still in his
high-school uniform. He had a few stains on his vest from the chocolate milk he had spilled
on himself.

‘‘Jimin-ah, remember Jungkook, my boyfriend, hm?’’ Sunja patted Jungkook on the shoulder
as the two of them walked further into the old house. Jimin just stared at his mother and
Jungkook. Then, his eyes focused on the two suitcases on the mat.

‘‘Jungkook and I really like each other—and we thought to start living together! Is that okay
with you, darling?’’ Sunja continued, as Jimin was frozen from his surprise.

When Jimin looked up again, he was met with Jungkook.

Jungkook was smiling at the younger boy. He looked quite charming, and handsome. Yes,
perhaps he was the most handsome man their small town ever had.

But Jimin couldn’t be fooled by Jungkook’s handsome appearance.

Beneath his charming smile, Jimin could see it.

This man…was evil.

‘‘D-do whatever you want, m-mom, I’m going to study now-’’ Jimin said in a small voice and
then looked away. He ran back to his room before Jungkook had the chance to speak to him.

‘‘Oh dear. Do you think he’s mad?’’ Jungkook let out an awkward laugh, as he saw the
younger boy run away.

‘‘Mm, no don’t worry! My Jiminie is a kind boy! He’s probably just a little shy. You know how
he is—just a little shy and awkward. I’m sure in no time, he’ll be calling you Appa!’’
Jungkook just smiled at Sunja’s words. He hoped for that too.

He wasn’t going to let this young brat ruin his dreams.

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When Jimin woke up, his throat felt dry again. He grabbed the bottle of water that was near
his bed and then got up to wash up. After he was in his school uniform, he realized that it was
raining heavily outside.

‘‘Want me to drop you off, kid?’’ Jungkook offered, as he was preparing his bag for his shop.
Jimin could see the older man putting a few knives away. He always found it scary seeing
Jungkook with huge knives in his hands.

‘‘N-no, I’ll just take an umbrella,’’ Jimin naturally refused. He couldn’t stand being alone
with Jungkook for more than a minute. Ever since the night they had drunk together, Jimin
had been avoiding him.

‘‘Are you sure? You’re going to catch a cold-let me take you—it will only be two minutes-’’
Jungkook insisted, but Jimin refused for the second time.

‘‘I’m t-taking an umbrella. G-going now,’’ Jimin said in a small rushed voice and exited their
home. From his panic, he forgot to take the umbrella with him after all.

He ended up walking out in the rain for ten minutes and got absolutely soaked. When he
arrived at the school gates, he looked like a wet sad puppy.

‘‘Woaah, what happened to you, Minnie?’’ Taehyung let out a soft laugh as he saw Jimin
drenched from head to toe. Then, he searched to find a towel in his locker.
Before Jimin had the chance to say anything, Taehyung was drying Jimin’s hair with the
towel, acting like his protective boyfriend. It made Jimin’s cheeks redden.

‘‘Tae-’’ Jimin slightly pushed Taehyung’s hand away from his shyness, and started drying up
on his own, ‘‘P-people are watching—I just got wet in the rain so-’’

‘‘Alright, alright. Maybe you should ask if they have any spare clothes. You can’t be in wet
clothes all day! You’ll get sick—and you’re…um…you get easily sick, don’t you? Man, I
remember once you got pneumonia and you were hospitalized for a whole week! So scary!’’

‘‘Y-yeah, I guess I’m weak,’’ Jimin said, with a small pout on his lips. He continued drying
his hair with the towel and then walked to the classroom. Once they entered, Jimin tried his
best to focus on his class.

But as the hours went by, he felt weaker and weaker.

Toward the end of school, Jimin felt like fainting. He felt lightheaded…and cold. He felt so
cold. And that was when…he collapsed.

‘‘Jimin-ah!’’ Taehyung rushed to pick him up, as the other students gathered around too.
Taehyung ended up taking Jimin to the infirmary after telling the teacher about Jimin
fainting.

When Jimin woke up again, he was strangely…back home. He was resting on his mattress on
the floor. He was all warm, despite how cold he felt before.

But when he opened his eyes, he let out a scream. He could see Jungkook at the door, with
dark eyes, staring down at him intensely.
‘'Are you awake, son? Oh, dear. The school called me and I rushed to pick you up. You
looked so pale lying on the infirmary bed….you are truly a little petal. Your mother would be
so worried if she was here. But worry not—a doctor will come to see you in a few hours.’’

Jungkook started to say, as he crouched down, near Jimin’s bedding.

Jimin just let out a small whimper, as Jungkook was sitting next to him on the bedding.

‘‘I’m…s-sick?’’ Jimin still felt terrible. But the most awful thing for him was the fact that he
had to stay at home with Jungkook for the next few days. Unfortunately for him, when he got
sick, he ended up staying at home for many days.

It took Jimin days to recover.

‘‘Yes, you are sick.’’ Jungkook then reached down to touch Jimin’s forehead. Jimin slightly
flinched, as Jungkook’s large hand was touching his face. Jungkook’s hand felt soft but cold.

Yes, even though Jungkook sliced raw meat every day, his hands were very soft to the touch.
But his hands were also very…big. One hand could almost cover up Jimin’s whole face.

Jimin often felt intimidated by Jungkook’s size. If someday, Jungkook suddenly went crazy
the older man could easily overpower Jimin and kill him. If someday…Jungkook went
crazy…and strangled him…

Jimin wondered….is this how Jungkook killed his mother?

By strangling her? But why was her body hanging from the sycamore tree?

‘‘Are you spacing out?’’ Jungkook let out a chuckle as he removed his hand from Jimin’s
forehead. ‘‘You’re quite warm. You must have a fever. I’ll go make you some porridge.’’
Then, the older man got up and headed to the kitchen to make some rice porridge for Jimin.
Once the porridge was ready, he brought it for Jimin to eat.

Of course, Jungkook wanted to spoon-feed Jimin himself.

‘‘Get up and eat this. I’ll take care of you today, and the next few days. I’ll close the store.’’
Jungkook motioned for Jimin to come closer. When he brought the spoon to Jimin’s mouth,
Jimin hesitantly opened his mouth.

The older man gazed at Jimin intensely as he spoon-fed the younger boy. Jimin looked so
cute like this, acting like an obedient little puppy. Jungkook wished Jimin would remain like
this forever.

Yes, perhaps, it would be perfect if Jimin was sick all the time.

Jungkook would definitely keep this in mind from now on.

‘‘—D-don’t want anymore, Appa…’’ Jimin said in a small voice and looked away. His
cheeks were slightly flushed as he went under the bed covers again.

‘‘Mm, alright. Good boy. I’ll wake you up when the doctor comes, so you can nap now.’’
Jungkook patted Jimin’s head, making the younger boy slightly flinch.

Then, Jungkook left the room.

Jimin remained under the covers and tried to sleep.

He hoped…that he’d be able to recover soon because he didn’t want Jungkook to act like his
nurse or a caring loving father. He just wanted to be left…alone.
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When the doctor came, he reassured Jungkook that it wasn’t anything serious. Jimin had a
common cold, though he still had to remain in bed for a few days.

Jungkook, as promised, ended up closing the shop for a few days and took care of Jimin.
Well, he tried. Jimin still tried to avoid the older man. Jungkook insisted on spoon-feeding
him rice porridge, however.

It had become Jungkook’s new obsession; bringing the spoon to Jimin’s plump lips as Jimin
obediently ate the rice porridge. He loved seeing Jimin’s scared puppy eyes as he gazed up to
eat from the spoon.

‘‘Are we expecting anyone?’’ It was around 5 pm when Jungkook heard a knock on the door.
Jimin was hiding in his room, while Jungkook was in the kitchen, making dinner.

Jimin didn’t reply to him, so Jungkook ended up opening the door. He was quite surprised…
to see Taehyung outside the door. The tall student was still in his high-school uniform and
had his school bag with him.

‘‘Hello! I came by to check on Jiminie—may I come in? I also brought him some notes—
though truth be told—Jiminie’s notes are much better than mine,’’ Taehyung rambled while
letting out an awkward laugh.

Jungkook stared at the tall boy up and down intensely. Then, he tried to be more friendly.
‘‘Come in…Taehyung-ssi. Jimin is doing better. He might come to school tomorrow.’’

‘‘Ah, that’s great—I’ll go then-’’ Taehyung walked to Jimin’s room, and entered. Jungkook
just stared at the closed door, and then, walked closer. He stood behind the door, wanting to
eavesdrop.
‘‘Jimin-ah! Are you happy to see me? I brought you some notes. Sorry, my handwriting is a
little ugly. You can still read it, right? Ah, I was so worried about you. Why didn’t you reply
to my texts?’’ Taehyung started to say, as he entered Jimin’s room.

It wasn’t the first time he had come over. Many years ago, before Jungkook came into Jimin’s
life, Taehyung visited often. They played video games until late at night or watched TV all
cuddled up on the bed.

But ever since Jungkook showed up, Taehyung felt too awkward to visit. He didn’t know
why…but there was something about Jungkook…that made him feel…uncomfortable.

‘‘Don’t worry about the notes, Tae-’’ Jimin reassured his friend with a weak smile. He was
still under the covers, only his head and upper body peeking out.

‘‘I guess this is what I will go through once we move in together, right?’’ Taehyung said,
letting out a soft laugh. ‘‘But worry not, I will take care of you well, as your roommate.’’

Then, Taehyung impulsively reached down to caress Jimin’s flushed cheek. There was
something about seeing Jimin sick and fragile, that made him want to protect him.

Jimin just let out a giggle, and shyly shifted from his position.

‘‘Tae—will you take care of me? Help me—please, I…want-’’ Jimin started to say, and then
paused. He glanced at the door. He was paranoid that Jungkook could hear them. And he
could…

‘‘What do you mean, Minnie?’’ Taehyung came even closer to Jimin. At that moment, Jimin
looked very frightened and desperate. ‘‘Is someone hurting you?’’

‘‘N-no, I mean.. I…’’ Jimin was at a loss for words. He had regretted opening his mouth.
How could he explain this to Taehyung? He didn’t know where to begin.
‘‘Tell me what’s wrong, Jimin, and I’ll help you. We’ve always helped each other out, haven’t
we?’’ Taehyung was now stroking Jimin’s cheek again. And then, he had the urge to kiss
Jimin.

And he did.

His lips instinctively crashed with Jimin’s. The two young boys kissed for a long time. The
kisses were soft and gentle, consisting of a few smiles in between.

But the older man that was behind the door, wasn’t happy. He wasn’t happy at all.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and took a picture of them kissing. Then, he returned
to the kitchen.

‘‘See you tomorrow, Minnie-’’ Taehyung said, showing off a boxy smile to Jimin. Jimin let
out a soft giggle, as his friend exited the room. After their kiss, they didn’t say anything else.

Perhaps, they would talk about their relationship another time. It had always been this way
with them.

‘‘Are you leaving already? You can stay for dinner if you like, Taehyung-ssi. We’re having
chicken porridge-i also have some spicy chicken wings from my shop-’’ Jungkook stopped
Taehyung, that was about to exit their home.

Taehyung felt like a little lamb in a wolf’s den, by the way, Jungkook was staring at him. The
older man’s eyes were as darker as ever. Taehyung just wanted to run away.

‘‘S-sorry, my family is expecting me for dinner so—maybe another time? Jiminie must want
to rest too-’’ Taehyung said as he awkwardly bowed to the older man. Then, he exited their
home.
Jungkook just let out a loud sigh and banged his fist on the table once Taehyung was gone.

As he started eating a few chicken wings, he wondered how he could get rid of Taehyung.

Because, to build his precious family with Jimin, he had to get rid of Taehyung first.

AUTHOR NOTE: Here's chapter 3 :) let me know what you think! This story will go darker
and darker as i write, so i hope you're prepared ;;
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‘Jungkook-ah! Come to your senses! I’m turning 40 this year—why would I want to have
another child? I have my Jimin—that’s enough for me! Can’t we be a normal family, us
three?’’

Sunja didn’t know why, but in their second year of dating, Jungkook had become obsessed
with having a child with her. He was much different than the first months.

He was cold, and demanding, even abusive, at times. He often humiliated Sunja, calling her
pathetic for doing part-time jobs around town. He often humiliated her for choosing to marry
a drunkard husband almost twenty years ago.

And now, there he was, ready to kill her, for not wanting to have a child with him.

‘‘I don’t give a damn about Jimin. He’s an adult now. Fucking 19 isn’t he? He can move out
any day—while I’m going to be left fucking alone again. Who’s going to be my fucking family,
you? You’re just a pathetic whore—you don’t even deserve to be called a mother—you know
what? I’ll be a father to Jimin. I’ll be a good father—yes-’’

‘‘You’ve lost your mind!’’ Sunja screamed at the younger man and was about to exit the
house when Jungkook firmly grabbed her by the hand and pulled her back inside. He was
still wearing his gloves from the butcher’s shop, so it was ideal to kill her.

‘‘W-what are you doing-’’ Sunja tried to scream for help when Jungkook wrapped his large
hands around her neck, squeezing tight. Jungkook could see her face turning red, choking,
struggling to breathe.

He gazed at her intensely, while seeing her lose consciousness in a few seconds.

‘‘You just wasted my time for two fucking years,’’ Jungkook yelled at Sunja, that was now
lifeless, on the cold mat. ‘‘Fucking bitch—why can’t I find a perfect mother?!’’
Jungkook kicked her lifeless body and then left the room.

He was searching for a rope to hang her body, on the sycamore trees.

Before Park Sunja managed to reach her 40s, she had died, at the hands of Jeon Jungkook.

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‘‘S-so are we like boyfriends now, Taetae?’’ Jimin cutely wondered while Taehyung was
hovering over his smaller body. They were currently in the forest, in one of the old
treehouses.

Jimin and Taehyung often went there to play when they were young. Now, it had become
their secret little love nest. After their first kiss, they had been kissing often.

‘‘I guess,’’ Taehyung shrugged and rolled over to next to Jimin’s side. ‘‘I’ve had a few
girlfriends before, but they never made me feel anything. Hell, sex with them wasn’t fun
either. I mean, look...I don’t hate girls, I just don’t…feel anything for them?’’

‘‘S-so you like guys too?’’ Jimin’s voice squeaked from his excitement. He was happy to
know that he wasn’t the only one that felt this way.

‘‘I don’t know…maybe i just like you.’’ Taehyung turned around and stroked Jimin’s cheek
again. Jimin just let out a giggle and scooted closer, so they could kiss again.

Taehyung ended up towering over Jimin again, this time caressing his sides. He was about to
take off Jimin’s vest when Jimin stopped him.
‘‘Tae—have you ever done it with a guy before? I haven’t done this, either with a guy…or a
girl-’’ Jimin’s cheeks were on fire while asking Taehyung the question.

‘‘Um, I haven’t done it with a guy either—b-but I’ve seen videos—you know? Um, I don’t
know—would you like it if we...i...want to fuck you—I mean—uh, top..is this what it’s
called?’’ Now, Taehyung was also stuttering. Just thinking about having sex with Jimin, made
him feel all hot and bothered.

‘‘I… I’d like it, but not yet—I mean…I’m not ready—i—can we just kiss for now?’’

‘‘Sure,’’ Taehyung smiled and lowered his body to kiss Jimin again. This time, he kissed him
on the nose. They continued to fool around in the treehouse until it was dark.

‘‘See you at school, Taetae!’’ Jimin waved at his friend, as he arrived home. Jungkook could
see him coming from the window.

Yes, Jungkook also knew about Jimin’s little adventures these days. He had followed Jimin
into the forest and caught him making out with Taehyung many times. Of course, he also
took many pictures and videos.

He wondered how Taehyung’s family would react to them…

Soon enough, he would begin with his plan. Taehyung couldn’t get any closer to his little
petal.

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‘‘Ah, Mr. Kim—how long has it been since you visited my shop?’’ A few days later,
Taehyung’s father finally visited the butcher’s shop. Taehyung’s father was also a regular
customer like most residents of the small town.
He just hadn’t shown up the past few days, due to health issues.

‘‘Ah, sorry, Mr. Jeon—I was dealing with awful back pain—you know—old age,’’ The
middle-aged man explained, and Jungkook let out an awkward laugh.

‘‘Ah, too bad. I hope this chicken will be able to comfort you a little. By the way, how’s
Taehyung, your son?’’ Jungkook started to say while packing the meat for the middle-aged
man.

‘‘Taehyung?’’ The father looked up to Jungkook, wondering why the butcher was suddenly
mentioning his son.

‘‘Ah, you see…your son has been hanging out with Jimin a lot these days. I was wondering if
something was up…you see,’’ Jungkook paused for a moment, and then leaned closer,
whispering to the middle-aged man, ‘‘I think those two have become too close these days.
Doesn’t your son have a girlfriend or something? I don’t want him to influence my kid, you
know?’’

‘‘What—of course, he has—my son…’’ Taehyung’s father was speechless, understanding

what Jungkook was implying. Jungkook could see the middle-aged man turn red from his
anger.

Oh, this was easier than he thought. His plan was going smoothly.

‘‘Very well then. Mr. Kim, enjoy the chicken!’’ Jungkook casually said, while handing over
the chicken to the older man.

The man awkwardly nodded and exited the shop. Jungkook could tell he had succeeded and
had disturbed the old man with his words.

And soon enough, he would make things worse.

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A few days passed, and Jungkook continued with his plan. He continued stalking Jimin and
following his movements.

He also stalked Taehyung and his family. He had learned more about them.

Taehyung came from a poor household like most residents did in this small town. His father
used to be a fisher but was now retired. His mother worked at a chicken restaurant nearby.

Taehyung was their only son. Taehyung was also a pretty bad student. There was no way
Taehyung was going to become a college student.

After all, Jungkook would come in the way, and ruin his dreams.

‘‘Mr. Kim—I’m so sorry to be disturbing you—ah this is my first time walking to this side of
the town—may I come in? It’s urgent!’’ This evening, he was planning to attack Taehyung.

‘‘Oh, Mr. Jeon—yes—of course—come in—’’ The middle-aged man was alone at the
moment. Jungkook had been stalking their house for days and had found out the hours the
man would be alone. Around 4 pm, just before their son returned from school.

‘‘Would you like some tea—or some-’’ The man offered, but Jungkook politely shook his
head. ‘‘No, no. It’s fine. I was just passing by, and I had to let you know! Last night…i-’’

‘‘Mr. Jeon, please go ahead. What is this about?’’ The middle-aged man sat down on the
cushion, wondering what had happened. Jungkook tried his best to put on a show and look
troubled.
‘‘It’s about my son and your son. Oh dear…what a mess…just the other night…I was out in
the forest near the treehouse—I was chopping up wood for the fire, you know? And then—I
saw them! Jimin and Taehyung—sir—they were kissing!’’

‘‘—What—kissing? What do you mean?’’ The middle-aged man felt like he couldn’t breathe.
His eyeballs looked like they were going to pop out anytime soon. And it got worse when
Jungkook brought out the pictures.

‘‘Sir, I didn’t want to do this, but this can’t continue. You must talk with your son. He must
stay away from Jimin! This isn’t right, don’t you agree? Two boys kissing—oh dear—what
will the town think!?’’

Jungkook tried his best to sound like a dramatic, homophobic old man. Truth be told, he
didn’t care if Jimin liked boys or not. Jungkook had never understood what loving someone
meant.

He never felt any romantic attraction for anyone, so, he didn’t care whether a young boy
liked men or not.

He…just wanted to get rid of Taehyung.

‘‘My god…Jungkook, Mr. Jeon—please…can you get rid of those photos? I…I will try to
keep my son away, alright? And you do the same!’’ The middle-aged man almost begged
Jungkook.

Jungkook was holding back from laughing at the pathetic sight.

‘‘Do not worry, sir. I will keep my son away, as well. I will give him a good scolding. You
should do the same. Men must be true men—they must marry a good woman and start a
family, you know?!’’
And after another dramatic speech, Jungkook got up from the cushion. He put the pictures
away and then the middle-aged man showed him out.

While the father was in agony, not knowing how to handle his homosexual son, Jungkook
was grinning like a maniac on his way home.

Soon enough, he’d move on to the second (and final) part of his plan.

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When Taehyung returned from school, it wasn’t raining anymore. He could smell the wet
ground, as he took off his shoes near the entrance. When he entered his home, both his
mother and father were waiting for him.

‘‘What’s up?’’ Taehyung awkwardly let out a laugh, while putting his school bag down. He
was about to take off his vest too when his father yelled at him.

‘‘Sit down, you pathetic loser. We have lots to talk about!’’ The father looked as angry as
ever. It was the first time Taehyung had seen his father act this way.

Yes, there were many times when Taehyung misbehaved and got scolded by him. Sometimes
when he was out during curfew, or other times because of his very bad grades. Or other
times, when he mentioned moving away to Seoul.

His parents were at their breaking point when they saw the scandalous pictures. They
couldn’t believe their son was kissing a guy so passionately.

‘‘What’s…wrong?’’ Taehyung wondered, in a smaller voice. His head was lowered, waiting
for his parents to scold him again.
‘‘You tell us what you’ve been doing out in the forest! Making out with that fragile little
boy?! Park Sunja’s boy?! What the hell is wrong with you? Is this why you wanted to move
away to Seoul? So you could freely kiss that boy?!’’

‘‘Father—what do you mean-’’ Taehyung was at a loss for words. How did his father find out
about his relationship with Jimin?

‘‘Don’t play innocent! Some people saw you kiss! Don’t you understand what you’ve done—
putting our family to shame with your shameless behavior! I should have disowned you—but
I feel pity for you—you pathetic excuse of a son—’’

‘‘Dear, please calm down…I’m sure…it was only a mistake, right, child? A one time thing?
An experimentation?’’ Taehyung’s mother tried to be calmer, unlike Taehyung’s father that
was acting like a feral beast.

‘‘N-no, I love Jimin and-’’ Taehyung tried to say, and then, received a harsh slap on his face.
‘‘Stay away from that fucking boy. Focus on your grades. And don’t you ever dream about
going to Seoul anymore. I’m not paying for shit-’’

Then, his father got up and headed to his room.

Taehyung felt a few tears on his cheeks, as he also ran to hide in his room.

He wondered…who was the one that had seen him and Jimin kiss?

Was Jimin also in danger?

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Taehyung didn’t come to school the next day.

Jimin attempted to contact him but received no reply.

This continued for a whole week. Until finally, he received a message from him.

New message from: TAETAE <3

Don’t contact me anymore, jimin…i’m sorry but we can’t be together anymore. Fuck.
Everything’s messed up. I…can’t take this. I fucking hate my dad.

Jimin naturally worried after the message and tried going over to Taehyung’s place. Of
course, he ended up getting insulted by Taehyung’s father at the door.

Jimin returned home, feeling very devastated. What had happened and Taehyung didn’t want
to see him anymore?

Message sent to: TAETAE <3

Tae, are you okay? Please talk to me…even if we can’t meet anymore…can’t we talk through
texts? I miss you…

Jimin waited for Taehyung to reply to him the whole night, but with no results. He waited for
his boyfriend to show up at school but he was absent again. This week would be his second.
He even went to the principal's office to ask about his absence and found out…that Taehyung
had dropped out.

Message sent to: TAETAE <3

Why…why did you drop out? Please…tell me…is someone hurting you? Your dad?

When Jimin returned home, he was under the covers of his bed, in tears, wondering why
Taehyung had decided to drop out. Taehyung had been the only light in his life. He couldn’t
miss Taehyung too. If he lost Taehyung too, he’d be all alone…in the sycamore trees.
New message from: TAETAE <3

Yeah, I got into a huge fight with my dad. No one is here to support me……i’m so fucking
alone. I wanna die…

And miraculously, Taehyung had replied to him. Jimin shifted from his position to text him
back.

But then, Jungkook came back from the butcher’s shop, making Jimin drop his phone on his
face.

‘‘Why are you home so early today, huh?’’ Jungkook wondered in a loud, intimidating voice.
Jimin’s phone had dropped on the bed.

‘‘S-sorry, I mean…a teacher was sick today so we could leave earlier-’’ Jimin explained in a
small voice. He wasn’t lying. A teacher was indeed sick today. Jimin had just rushed back
home, hoping to interact with Taehyung more.

‘‘Hm, alright. Should we drink tonight then? I got some soju-’’ The older man offered to
Jimin. Jimin just obediently nodded. He couldn’t say no even if he wanted to. He knew
Jungkook was going to make him drink by force again.

So, after their small talk, Jungkook returned to the kitchen to make dinner. While he was in
the kitchen, preparing dinner, Jimin was waiting for Taehyung to reply again. He had sent
him another text, telling him to meet up.

‘‘Dinner’s ready, kid,’’ Jungkook shouted, making Jimin slightly jump. Just then, Taehyung
had also replied to him.

New message from: TAETAE <3

Do you think it’d be okay to meet up? Maybe…at the treehouse? At 9 pm. I wanna see you
one last time...

Jimin smiled at Taehyung’s text. They would meet in a few hours at the treehouse.
Everything was going to be alright. He would comfort Taehyung and they’d work it out.

In any worst-case scenario, they could always run away together.

‘‘What are you smiling at, little petal?’’ Jungkook chuckled, noticing Jimin staring down at
his phone, with all smiles.

‘‘N-nothing,’’ Jimin slightly stuttered. He didn’t like it when Jungkook called him little petal.
It made him feel goosebumps all over.

‘‘Eat up then. You’re still so fucking thin, geez—don’t you ever work out?’’ Jungkook
angrily mumbled, while eating the stew he had prepared. He often mumbled such things to
annoy Jimin.

And Jimin always remained silent, with his head lowered, like a scared little puppy.

‘‘I’ll g-get going now-’’ When Jimin was done eating, he was about to escape, when
Jungkook stopped him.

‘‘Where do you think you’re going? I said we’re drinking tonight.’’ Jungkook was holding
onto Jimin’s arm. He pushed him down to the cushions, causing Jimin to wince again.

Then, the older man got up to put the dishes away. He wasn’t going to make Jimin wash up.
Tonight, he had other plans. He was going to drug Jimin and play with him. He was a lonely
man with needs, after all…
‘‘Drink up.’’ When he brought two bottles of soju, he poured both of them a drink. Jimin
hesitantly brought the cup to his lips and drank again.

They continued drinking the two bottles until Jungkook got up to bring a third. Behind
Jimin’s back, the older man had crushed a sleeping pill into Jimin’s drink.

‘‘Drink up, little petal. You’re an adult now, aren’t you? You must learn how to drink
properly. A few years from now, you’ll be thanking me for showing you how…’’ Jungkook
continued to rant about drinking soju to Jimin, as Jimin drank and drank…

Ten minutes later, Jimin could feel it. His eyes kept closing, and he felt sleepy.

‘‘Oh dear, are you feeling tired, little petal? Let’s get you to bed then. Appa will take care of
you…’’ When Jimin collapsed, Jungkook was quick to catch him and take him to bed.

‘‘Sweet dreams, petal. I wonder…what you will dream of tonight. Your pathetic mother, or
your pathetic friend?’’ Jungkook darkly hovered over the younger boy, and then, grabbed his
phone from Jimin’s pocket.

Jungkook wasn’t planning to kill Taehyung tonight, but when he saw Jimin’s recent message
pop up on the screen, it was ideal.

The older man…felt like God was by his side.

‘‘Then, I’ll get going to the sycamore trees, petal.’’ He whispered down to the younger boy.
‘‘Perhaps, I’ll play with you another time. Hm, you look so pretty when you sleep. A little
angel…i'll turn you into my little angel.’’

He caressed Jimin’s face and leaned down to give him a peck on the lips.

Jimin’s plump lips felt very soft.

Jungkook liked it.

He’d definitely kiss him again.

But oh well.

Now, he had other things to do.

With his black gloves and a thick rope in his coat, he was off to the forest.

As he walked for a few minutes, he could spot the treehouse from afar. Everything was dark,
so he turned on the flashlight from his phone.

‘‘Jimin—are you here? You’re pretty late, man—listen—I know what I’ll do—we can just
run away to Seoul together, yeah? I don’t care about my father anymore— There’s this art
school that accepts scholarships and-’’

Jungkook could hear the boy enthusiastically talk about his plans. Taehyung thought Jimin
had arrived, but when he came down from the treehouse, he was frozen from his shock.

Jungkook pulled down his hood and revealed his face. He had a cold expression on his face,
eyes as cold as ice. Taehyung contemplated whether to run away or scream. He knew this
wasn’t right…why was Jimin's stepfather here?

‘‘I believe you are mistaken, Taehyung-ssi. You are not going near my son, my little petal.
Art school?'' Jungkook let out a chuckle, ''Seoul? The only place you’ll be going…is 50 feet
underground, where you’ll be buried-’’
‘‘HEL-’’ Taehyung attempted to scream for help, but his mouth was instantly covered by
Jungkook’s clothed hands. Taehyung bit on the gloves, but with no results.

Jungkook was much stronger than he was. And when Jungkook’s hands reached down to his
throat, Taehyung knew what this meant. The older man had come to kill him.

Was Jungkook also behind everything else?

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

It was what Taehyung kept repeating in his mind, as a few tears fell down his cheeks. In a
few minutes, his eyes closed. They would never open again.

AUTHOR NOTE: Were you expecting Tae's death? Probably right haha...let me know what
you think :) now that Tae is gone...things will get more interesting!
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‘‘Geez, you’re fucking heavy.’’ After Taehyung eternally closed his eyes, Jungkook carried
him over his shoulders. He wasn’t planning to hang him near the treehouse. Jimin was
supposed to be meeting Taehyung near the treehouse, so he didn’t want to raise any
suspicions about his little petal.

Instead, he walked through the lonely forest for almost an hour and hung his body under the
ancient tall trees again. He had done the same to Jimin’s mother a few months ago.

‘‘It’s your fault for getting involved with my petal…if you didn’t get in the way, you’d be
alive by now,’’ Jungkook glanced at the lifeless body one more time, making sure that
everything was alright.

Taehyung was now hanging from a sycamore tree, with a thick rope around his neck. Oh, and
of course, Jungkook had also left a suicide note in Taehyung’s pocket. He tried his best to
copy Taehyung’s handwriting.

Well, he was sure the police wouldn’t care as much. He knew how incompetent most
policemen in small towns were. And he was glad they were.

Because of their incompetence, he was able to get away with murder, multiple times.

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‘‘Tae….tae….’’ Jimin woke up the next morning, covered in sweat. He was slightly panting
as he woke up. He was surprisingly in his bed, and his head was pounding. ‘‘Ah, what…why
am i here?’’

Jimin winced a little, with one hand on his forehead. When he wasn’t as lightheaded, he
walked to the living room. He could see his stepfather, casually drinking coffee near the
cushions.
Jungkook looked rather calm, which scared Jimin.

What was this evil man up to again?

‘‘A….appa…’’ Jimin spoke up, causing Jungkook to glance his way. ‘‘What happened last
night? I was supposed to meet Taehyung—but I don’t remember-’’

‘‘Ah, that,’’ Jungkook chuckled, showing off a smile to the younger boy. ‘‘We drank three
bottles of soju last night, remember? You collapsed and obviously didn’t get to meet
Taehyung. Maybe you guys can talk today?’’

‘‘….Right,’’ Jimin nodded and returned to his room. He quickly headed to the bathroom to
wash up, and then, checked his phone. Surprisingly, Taehyung hadn’t texted him yet.

Why? Jimin found it weird.

They were supposed to meet at 9 pm at the treehouse. But why hadn’t Taehyung texted him
yet?

‘‘Breaking news! The body of a young student was found in….’’ When Jimin returned to the
living room, he could hear the news playing on TV. Jungkook curiously turned the volume
higher.

And that was when Jimin started to worry.

‘‘When was this….put the volume higher—is this in our town?! Y-young student—is it Tae?
Oh my god—no, no…it can’t be him—’’ Jimin’s heart was racing while listening to the local
news. He felt like he couldn’t breathe when the news report mentioned a body hanging from
a sycamore tree.
He had heard of such news, a few months ago.

‘‘Do you think it’s him? Why would he kill himself though?’’ Jungkook wondered in a calm
voice, and then, turned off the TV. ‘‘You two were friends, Jimin. Was something going on
with him lately?’’

‘‘D-don’t play innocent! I k-know…I know that you did this! You did this, right? I’m going
to the police—and-’’ Jimin was pacing around the room like a scared little animal, until, a
knock on their door was heard.

The police had come to question them. A hunter had found Taehyung's body early in the
morning.

‘‘Greetings, we have come to question you, regarding Kim Taehyung’s death. According to
his messages…Park Jimin…is the last person he contacted?’’ When the police officer
mentioned the words Kim Taehyung and death, Jimin collapsed on the floor.

So it was him after all. The body hanging from a sycamore tree.

‘‘No..no…no…Taehyungie….no..he can’t be dead….’’ Jimin had started to weep, ignoring

the two police officers. Jungkook sheepishly tried to calm Jimin down, while helping him get
up.

‘‘Now, now, son, we must go and help the police officers do their job. I’m sure they’ll
uncover the truth behind your friend’s death-’’ While Jimin was still sobbing like a baby, the
two police officers had taken them to the local police station.

‘‘Where were you last night, at 9 pm, Park Jimin-ssi?’’ One officer asked while they were at
the police station. Jimin wasn’t seen as a suspect since Jungkook gave Jimin the perfect alibi.

‘‘I w-was drinking with my stepfather the whole night—then before I knew it—I collapsed
and fell asleep. I failed to meet T-taehyung at the treehouse-’’ Jimin explained, in between his
crying.

‘‘Oh dear,’’ Jungkook patted Jimin’s back as Jimin cried softly.

‘‘Is this true, sir? Were you two together?’’ The officer asked Jungkook, and the older man
nodded.

‘‘Yes, that is correct, sir. We both had a few drinks and then I saw my boy, and he collapsed.
You see, he’s not very good at drinking yet and-’’ Jungkook had started to ramble but the
officer stopped him.

‘‘Alright, alright. If we have any more questions for you, we’ll call you back. If you have any
useful information for us, please let us know-’’ The officer was about to get up, when Jimin
stopped him.

‘‘Officer—please…what do you think? Is it murder?’’ Jimin looked up at the officer with

many tears in his eyes.

‘‘It’s too early to conclude, but we believe this is a suicide case. The younger student had a
rope around his neck and even a morbid suicide note in his pocket. We also went through his
last messages, and he sounded awfully depressed. While investigating this with his father, he
also confessed that he had been fighting with his son a lot the past few days. His mother
confirmed that the father also used physical violence-’’

‘‘N-no, no…’’ Jimin repeatedly shook his head, with one hand on his heart that felt so heavy.
‘‘Tae…he wouldn’t kill himself…he wouldn’t…he…’’

‘‘Thank you, officer. We will come again, if necessary,’’ Jungkook smiled at the officer and
gently helped Jimin get up. He guided the youngest outside of the station, and they returned
home.
Jungkook didn’t mention Taehyung for the whole day. He went back and opened his shop,
while Jimin remained under the bed covers, crying all day.

He still couldn’t believe that Taehyung was gone. But most importantly, he couldn’t believe
that Taehyung had ended his life.

Something…wasn’t right.

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A few days later, the funeral was held. Jimin, Jungkook, and a few other residents of the
small town attended. They all paid their respects to the family and then sat down to eat
together.

Jimin sometimes glanced at Taehyung’s dad and internally cussed at him. He wondered if
Taehyung’s dad felt guilty. After all, the police blamed the father’s abuse for driving
Taehyung to suicide.

‘‘Thank you for coming, officer!’’ Jimin could see Taehyung’s mother thanking one of the
police officers from afar. A few days after, the investigation had concluded. According to the
police, Taehyung had committed suicide.

But Jimin could still not believe it.

‘‘Officer—’’ And just like that, he had run to the officer, down to his knees, tugging onto him
like a little animal, ‘‘Officer—please re-investigate—this is not suicide—someone murdered
my friend—please—please look into it-’’’

Jimin ended up causing a whole mess during the funeral, making the rest of the town
residents stare at him like he was mad.
‘‘Ah, my apologies—you see, these two were best friends since childhood—he’s not feeling
so well—please forgive him,’’ Jungkook had to interfere and take Jimin away from the
funeral.

He apologized to the officer and family for the mini outburst and guided Jimin outside.

‘‘Pull yourself together, will you? Stop crying over Taehyung. It’s no use crying. He’s gone
now, so stop bothering the police about it.’’ Jungkook said to the crying boy harshly, while
practically dragging him back home.

Jimin had barely eaten properly the last few days. He hadn’t slept properly either. In general,
he was a mess.

He wasn’t going to rest until he uncovered the truth, however.

When they arrived home, Jimin rushed to his room. He hid under the bed covers and started
typing on his phone.

Suicide bodies hanging from trees South Korea Busan cases

While typing certain keywords, a few cases nearby showed up. And Jimin’s doe eyes
widened from his horror, as he clicked on the articles.

Two more cases, other than his mother and Taehyung, had come up. Both were women in
their early 30s, unmarried, without a child. They weren’t far from his town either.

Both cases were classified as suicide, but Jimin…had a bad feeling. He felt sick to his
stomach while reading similar cases.

Could it be…that Jungkook was the one behind all of those cases?
And if so, why did Jungkook kill Taehyung?

Taehyung wasn’t a woman in his early 30s, so why? Why did his best friend have to die?

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‘‘Your teacher called and told me you skipped school again. Why are you being like this,
Jimin, huh? This is your last year. Do you want to drop out, perhaps?’’ A few days later,
Jimin continued living like a lifeless zombie.

He remained under the bed covers and cried all day. He had lost some weight from barely
eating or drinking water. Now, he looked as fragile as ever.

‘‘Ju-just leave me alone! What’s the point in going to school anyway?! Tae is not with me
anymore!’’ Jimin cried out and kicked his bed cover.

Jungkook just grinned. He loved seeing Jimin become this hopeless. Yes, perhaps, Jimin’s
depression would help Jungkook with his plans. He could isolate the younger boy easier this
way.

‘‘Haven’t I told you to stop crying over that punk, huh?’’ Jungkook roughly removed the bed
covers. Now, he was towering over Jimin. ‘‘Or perhaps, if you miss him so much, you want
to join him under the sycamore trees?’’

Jimin just let out a whimper, trying to pull the bed covers back to cover himself. He didn’t
like the sparkle in Jungkook’s eyes or his wicked grin.

‘‘I’ll bring you some food in an hour, so you better get up and wash up little petal,’’ Jungkook
warned Jimin, and then exited his bedroom.
Jimin just sniffled and covered himself with the bed covers again. He wished there was a way
to lock himself in the bedroom, so Jungkook couldn’t enter. Unfortunately for him, they lived
in a very old, traditional house, that didn’t have a bedroom lock.

‘‘Didn’t I tell you to get up?’’ One hour later, Jungkook returned as promised. ‘‘Get up to eat.
I brought you some fried chicken. It’s the best from my shop, darling.’’

‘‘D-don’t want to eat-’’ Jimin refused to eat as before, making Jungkook click his tongue.

‘‘Fine, fucking starve to death then-’’ Jungkook spat out while throwing the tray with the
food on the floor. Jimin just flinched from the loud noise and remained hidden under the
covers.

Luckily for Jimin, Jungkook didn’t come to bother him again, until night came.

It was around 9 pm. Jimin could hear the TV from inside playing until it stopped. There was
complete silence in the house, so Jimin curiously peeked out of the covers. Then, he realized
that the electricity was shut down.

‘‘….A-appa?’’ Jimin spoke in a small voice. There was complete darkness in the room, and
he didn’t like it. Yes, he was 19 years old, but he was still scared of the dark.

‘‘S-stay away from me! Don’t come any closer!’’ One minute later, Jimin could hear it. The
paper door of his room had opened. He could see him lurking in the darkness. He knew it was
Jungkook.

‘‘Now, now, baby boy, why are you acting like this? Daddy came to check on you. Aren’t you
scared of the dark? All little boys do-’’ Jimin couldn’t see his face, but he knew that
Jungkook had that same wicked grin on his face again.
‘‘W-what do you mean little boys-’’ Jimin was utterly confused by Jungkook’s words. He
shrieked when Jungkook stepped further into the room.

‘‘Daddy will sleep with you tonight,’’ Jungkook continued, now towering over Jimin. Jimin
let out another squeal and tried to escape from him, when Jungkook held him, now straddling
him.

‘‘I said—daddy—will take care of you—’’ Jungkook gritted his teeth, trying so hard not to
become violent again. Tonight was going to be a gentle moment with his son. He couldn’t
ruin it. ‘‘Are you that scared, son? Don’t worry…everything will be alright… I’ll take care of
you-okay?’’

Jimin just started to cry beneath the older man, not knowing what to do. What were
Jungkook’s intentions? He couldn’t understand Jungkook at all.

His heart was beating so fast, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe when Jungkook back
hugged him. The older man held onto him tight, as Jimin remained frozen. A few tears fell to
his cheeks, as his lips trembled.

‘‘K-kay…daddy…’’ Jimin found the courage to reply to him, in between his trembling.

Jungkook just grinned, hearing Jimin’s response. Jimin was his precious baby boy now.
Jungkook was going…to take care of him.

AUTHOR NOTE: More fun things will occur now that Tae is officially gone :] this story will
also have 4 chapters left before it ends. I've finished plotting everything
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Jungkook had killed Jimin’s mother and best friend. What was he going to do next?

Jungkook pondered about the future while drinking soju on the cushions. Jimin’s homeroom
teacher had been calling him the past few days because Jimin was missing his classes.

School. It was another thing Jungkook had to get rid of. But escaping from school was pretty
easy. Jimin was already helping him with his plans.

Because, ten days had passed since Taehyung’s death, and Jimin hadn’t gone to school just
yet. The younger boy refused to step out of their home, let alone get out of bed.

He remained under the bed covers all day and cried. In the evenings, Jungkook brought him
food. Late at night, Jungkook would also give him a cup of soju. Once, he had even bought
makgeolli.

Jimin hadn’t realized it just yet, but Jungkook was drugging him every night. It was another
part of Jungkook’s plans. Jungkook wanted to drug Jimin to keep him docile, for the drug to
make his mind hazy.

He wanted the younger boy to become a fragile, little petal, completely. So then, he’d be able
to use him as he liked.

‘‘Makgeolli again?’’ Jimin wondered in a hazy voice, as the older man had brought him a cup
of rice wine again.

‘‘Didn’t you know, little petal? Your mother used to love makgeolli. We had tons of it when
we went out for drinks.’’ Jungkook said while handing over the cup to him. ‘‘So, drink up.
The drink will make you forget…all about your dear friend.’’
‘‘D-don’t mention him-’’ Jimin let out a small whimper while holding onto the white cup.
‘‘Taehyungie…I will never forget about him-’’

‘‘Hm, maybe, maybe, but don’t lie. Drinking makes you feel better, doesn’t it? Don’t you
feel…different?’’ Jungkook insisted while observing Jimin’s lips. Then, the younger boy
hesitantly gulped it down.

‘‘I sleep easier at night, a-after drinking. Appa—are you putting something to my drinks—are
you drugging me?’’

Jungkook just let out a chuckle, trying to sound offended. ‘‘Oh dear, me. Do you think I’m
drugging you, darling? I’m your father. I’d never cause any harm to you-’’

Then, he ruffled Jimin’s hair, causing the younger to slightly flinch.

‘‘Go to bed now.’’ He said in a stern voice while exiting the room. Jungkook was pretty
pissed off because clearly, the drugging wasn’t working on Jimin just yet. Jimin needed to be
more…hazy for his plan to work.

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One week later, Jimin continued drinking after dinner every night. He didn’t know why, but
every time he drank, he felt slightly better. He wasn’t as depressed, and he was in a world of
his own.

In his dreams, sometimes, he met with his mother. Other times, with Taehyung.

In his dreams, he usually saw his mother hanging from the sycamore trees, but this time, his
mother was alive. Jimin was so happy, that he cried during his sleep. He hugged his mother
until he woke up in tears.
Another time, he dreamt of Taehyung. This dream, however, wasn’t as happy as the last.

Taehyung was sitting near the treehouse and was pushed off, screaming for Jimin’s help.

Jimin ended up waking up in tears again. His loud screams had woken up Jungkook.

‘‘Hey, kid. Did you dream about your friend again?’’ Jungkook wondered as he was standing
near the door. He was shirtless, only in sweatpants. It was the first time Jimin had seen him
half-naked, and he felt strange.

Taehyung, the guy he had a crush on, didn’t have such a muscular body. And Jimin hated to
admit it, but he found Jungkook’s body...insanely attractive.

Was this how he charmed his mother too?

Jimin shook his head and turned around.

‘‘L-leave me alone,’’ Jimin grumbled, hiding under the bed covers.

‘‘Suit yourself.’’ Jungkook chuckled. ‘‘I’m heading out. Call me if you need anything, little
petal.’’

While Jimin remained under the bed covers, Jungkook was heading out to Jimin’s school.
Two weeks had passed since Taehyung’s death, so Jungkook had to put an end to this.

He was going to make Jimin drop out of school.

‘‘Mr. Jeon! You’re Jimin’s guardian, aren’t you? Does your son not have any intentions of
returning to school? It’s such a shame—he’ll graduate in four months—maybe if you can
convince him-’’

Jimin’s homeroom teacher practically begged Jungkook to help Jimin return. But Jungkook,
as always, put on his best show.

‘‘I’m sorry ma’am, but my son has no intentions of finishing his school year. He wishes to
drop out. Please let me know if there’s any form I must submit for his place.’’

The homeroom teacher nodded to Jungkook’s request and brought a submission form a few
minutes later. No matter how much she begged, Jungkook would never agree to help her.

Jimin was going to drop out, and remain at home with him, forever.

‘‘All done. W-well, Mr. Jeon—if Jimin ever changes his mind, please tell him he’s welcome
to retake the school year—he has done before, in the past-’’

‘‘Ah, about that. I wasn’t his father then. Could you tell me why he missed the school year?’’
Jungkook had always been curious about that. He wondered why Jimin had missed a school
year.

He was a 19-year-old attending school with students that were mostly 17 years old.

‘‘Ah, about that…’’ The homeroom teacher spoke in a smaller voice, not wanting anyone to
hear, as this was personal information. ‘‘It was due to a health issue, Mr. Jeon. Hasn’t your
deceased wife told you about this before? Apparently, Jimin got severely sick when he was
15 and had to miss the first year of high school. We don’t know what happened, but he was
hospitalized for months.’’

‘‘Oh dear, I never knew,’’ Jungkook pretended to be a sad father, and then thanked the
homeroom teacher for everything. He happily walked out of the school gates and dropped at
the near convenience store.
He figured to buy some ice cream for his beloved petal. Corn ice-cream. It was his favorite,
so Jungkook bought it for Jimin as well.

‘‘I’m back, baby boy~’’Jungkook sang cheerfully, as he entered their home. Jimin, as
expected, was still under the bed covers. ‘‘Get out of bed, Jimin-ah. Daddy bought ice cream
for you.’’

He walked into Jimin’s room and took off the bed covers. He could see the younger boy all
curled up in a ball. He looked so small and fragile like this. Jungkook loved seeing him like
this.

He had the urge to ruin Jimin and protect him at the same time.

‘‘Ice cream?’’ Jimin hesitantly turned around and looked up at the older man.

‘‘Do you like corn ice cream? It used to be my fave when I was young like you. All young
boys like ice cream, hm?’’ Jungkook then crouched down to the bedding and handed over the
ice cream to Jimin.

Young boy. Jungkook was referring to him as he was a baby again. Jimin couldn’t understand
why Jungkook was doing this. Why did he want to pretend to be a loving father and a young
son?

Either way, Jimin still played along. He realized that Jungkook was happier after they
engaged in this…twisted roleplay.

‘‘I like it,’’ Jimin said in a small voice, and then unwrapped the ice cream. He had a few
licks, and then accidentally spilled some of it on his vest. Yes, Jimin was still wearing his
dirty school vest.
‘‘Oh dear…it looks like you made a mess, baby boy. Should daddy give you a bath?’’
Jungkook offered while wiping away the ice cream on his vest. Jimin hesitantly shook his
head.

‘‘N-no, I can clean myself-’’ Jimin said in a small voice. He couldn’t look up at Jungkook,
because his eyes were darkening again.

‘‘Can you really? But you’re so small...and fragile. Little boys can’t wash by themselves, can
they? You’re only six, Jimin.’’

‘‘S-six?’’ Jimin trembled. He was even more confused by Jungkook’s words. So, in his mind,
Jimin was six? Jimin couldn’t…understand.

‘‘N—no, Appa, I’m 19, what do you-’’

‘‘You’ll be an adult someday. Don’t rush Jimin-ah,’’ Jungkook cooed at the younger boy and
leaned down to cup his cheek. Jimin just let out a whimper, as Jungkook tried to lift him up.

‘‘I’ll give you a bath then-’’ He was dragging him to the bathroom now, while Jimin was
resisting him, repeatedly saying no to him. ‘‘D-don’t want to—daddy—stop—’’

‘‘Now, now, why are you acting like this, huh? Do you want to be a dirty boy for the rest of
your life? You fucking piss me off.’’ When Jungkook pushed Jimin inside the tub, Jimin was
still fully clothed.

He could tell Jungkook’s mindset had completely changed again. A few seconds ago, he was
trying to sound like a loving father. Now, he sounded like the devil man again.

‘‘S-sorry, daddy, i-’’ Jimin tried to apologize, wondering if that would calm Jungkook down.
Jimin was scared Jungkook was going to snap at him and strangle him. Perhaps, it was
how…his poor mother had died.
‘‘Fucking hell, are you really sorry? I’m sick of you—pathetic bastard!’’ Jungkook just
kicked the tub and then fled the bathroom. Jimin just curled up in a ball and cried in the tub
for a while.

It was the first time Jungkook had addressed him as a bastard, and it made Jimin wonder…

Was Jungkook…imitating someone else?

Someone…from his childhood?

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The next morning, Jimin had washed up and wore freshly cleaned clothes. He was thinking
of returning to school. He was too scared of staying at home with Jungkook all day.

He didn’t want last night to repeat. He was scared that Jungkook was going to snap at him
like he did last night..and kill him.

So, the school was his only escape at the moment.

‘‘Where do you think you’re going, little petal?’’ Jungkook spoke to him as soon as Jimin
came out of the bedroom. ‘‘All dressed up for what exactly?’’

‘‘…I thought I shouldn’t miss school..I’m going to graduate soon—I will catch up with any
exams I’ve missed and maybe I can even enroll in the local university-’’ Jimin explained in a
tiny voice, his head lowered.

He knew Jungkook was going to bang his fist on the table or yell at the mention of a
university. But this time, however, Jungkook surprised him.
‘‘You can’t go to school, darling. You’ve already dropped out, remember?’’ Jungkook replied,
with a grin on his face.

‘‘W-what do you mean?’’ Jimin dropped his school bag on the mat from his shock. ‘‘I
never…when did i-’’

‘‘You dropped out a few days ago, don’t you remember?’’ Jungkook let out a fake dramatic
sigh and then got up to show him the submission form. Jungkook had stolen a second form
from the teacher’s office and signed in with Jimin’s signature to make it look like it was
signed by him.

‘‘N-no, no way! When did i—i…was….at home everyday…when did i…’’ Jimin stared at
the signed form with widened eyes. Then, the form slipped from his grasp, and he crouched
down to the floor.

He felt like crying. Why couldn’t he remember? When did he drop out?

And if he did drop out...what would he do now?

Was he going to remain at home and be Jungkook’s prisoner for the rest of his life?

‘‘Don’t worry, petal.’’ Jungkook was now behind him, still grinning. ‘‘School isn’t everything
in this world. You can come and work in the shop with me. Stay close to Daddy…’’

‘‘..Oh…right…’’ Jimin hazily nodded, still in a trance from everything that was happening to
him. ‘‘…Will it be okay…I mean…I’m not good at this-’’

‘‘You’ll be fine, little petal. I’ll guide you. Should we get going now?’’ Jungkook was too
eager to take Jimin to his shop already. His plan was going well.
Now, he had gotten rid of everyone from Jimin’s life.

His mom, best friend, and school.

Now, no one could save Jimin, or help him escape from the devil man.

AUTHOR NOTE: here's a new update ! the next chapter will include something i'm sure you
guys have been waiting for; smut

jk will finally force himself on jm :)

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Jimin had followed Jungkook to the butcher’s shop right away. It was still early in the
morning when they entered the shop together.

When they entered, Jimin noticed how clean it was. Jungkook included only white furniture
in his shop, which aesthetically showed off all of his products.

‘‘You need to wear an apron before you start working here, petal.’’ Jungkook said, as he hung
the ‘‘Open’’ sign to the main door. In one hour, his first customers would come.

‘‘I…what will I do?’’ Jimin wondered, as he awkwardly stood in the center of the small
butcher’s shop. He just glanced at the empty display counters.

‘‘I’ll chop off meat today. Since this is your first time, you will help me with the wrapping,
and the display.’’ Jungkook said as he came out of the storage room with a black apron
around his waist.

He was also holding a large knife in his hands. He placed the meat on the wooden counter
and started chopping it, attacking it repeatedly with the knife. Jimin closed his eyes and
flinched every time.

‘‘Are you spacing out?’’ Jungkook chuckled, once he was done slicing one portion of the
meat. ‘‘Come here. Help me wrap this up, okay?’’

Jimin nodded and hesitantly walked towards the counter. Jungkook had brought the scale to
weigh the meat before he wrapped them up. Together, they lifted one portion of the minced
meat and placed it on the scale.

Jimin felt like puking at the smell. He tried so hard to hide it, but he couldn’t for much
longer.
When Jungkook made him place the meat near the display counter, Jimin made a retching
sound.

‘‘Are you going to fucking puke or what? It’s just fucking meat. Don’t be so sensitive,’’
Jungkook scolded Jimin, while the younger boy was a bit further away, covering his mouth.

‘‘I…i can’t…it smells….I don’t like it…makes me feel sick,’’ Jimin said in a small voice,
making Jungkook sigh.

‘‘You’ll get used to it. Now come and help me again. We have lots of meat to wrap up and
weigh, you know.’’ Jungkook urged the younger boy to come closer, and Jimin hesitantly
followed him again.

They ended up doing the same thing for almost an hour until the first customer came. Jimin
was behind the cashier and welcomed the customer in a tiny voice.

‘‘Good morning, mister Kim!’’ Jungkook greeted him in a louder voice, ‘‘What can we get
for you today?’’

It was another middle-aged man. Jimin recognized him. He had a son in high school. He was
a year younger than Jimin.

‘‘Some beef, please. Ah, isn’t this your son, Jungkook-ssi?’’ The middle-aged man glanced at
Jimin. Jimin just shyly bowed at him, and then Jungkook came to pat Jimin on the shoulder.

‘‘Yes, my son. He’s working with me from now on.’’

‘‘That’s wonderful!’’ Mr. Kim just showed off a smile. A few minutes later, Jungkook handed
over the beef to the customer. The customer handed over the money to Jimin, and then, left.
‘‘See…it wasn’t so bad, was it?’’ Jungkook said as he was slicing pieces of meat again.

Jimin remained silent. He didn’t know if he could handle working at this butcher’s shop for
the rest of his life…

He wanted to escape.

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For the next few days, Jimin continued working at the butcher’s shop with Jungkook, and he
hated it. Slowly, Jungkook was making Jimin chop off meat as well.

And every time Jimin made a mistake, Jungkook snapped at him. Clearly, Jimin wasn’t made
to be a butcher. He didn’t have the strength, or skill to chop off the meat. And most
importantly, the smell of the raw meat made him want to puke every time.

‘‘I can’t do it…I can’t…’’ When they were about to close up the store for the day, Jimin
ended up sobbing against the walls. ‘‘W-what am I going to do?! I’m a school dropout—my
mom’s dead…Tae is dead…I feel so alone…I can’t…’’

Jimin was having a mini breakdown, while Jungkook was watching him across the counter.
He put his knife away and removed his apron.

‘‘You’re not alone, darling. You have me, don’t you?’’ The older man had a wicked grin on
his face again, which Jimin hated.

‘‘I..don’t want to work here anymore, please—A-appa…I wanna go home,’’ Jimin sniffled
and practically begged the older man. He would prefer to stay at home than chop off meat
again his whole life.
‘‘Fine. You can stay at home. Just know that you won’t be able to go to school anymore. No
one is probably going to hire you since you’re a school dropout either. Are you okay with
that, petal?’’

Jungkook was now towering over Jimin, looking as dark as ever.

Jimin sniffled again and tried to get up.

‘‘I’ll stay at home for a while…maybe I need it...t-to rest-’’ Jimin was planning to rest for a
few months, and then go back to school in autumn and finish his school year. He wasn’t
going to remain as a school dropout.

He couldn’t live like this.

But would Jungkook let him?

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‘‘Do you like them, petal? Your sneakers are a little worn out, so I thought to buy you new
ones. Also, a tablet. I know you like reading those stories online…what was it called again?
Webtoon?’’

The following week, Jimin returned home. Jungkook figured to buy the younger boy some
gifts, to keep him happy.

Jimin did feel a little happy after receiving the new tablet. He could play games and read his
favorite webtoon there. But the gifts didn’t change the fact…that he was still Jungkook’s
prisoner.

He remained at home all day, under the bed covers, with his tablet in his hands.
Jungkook also didn’t like the situation they were in. He was scared Jimin was going to
attempt to end his life from his loneliness, or worse, try to escape from him.

‘‘Ah, good morning, Jungkook-ssi! Can I have some chicken today? Ah, by the way, wasn’t
your son working with you the other day?’’ One morning, a middle-aged lady had come to
his shop.

She wasn’t a regular, but Jungkook recognized her. He knew that this woman had a daughter,
around Jimin’s age. Maybe one year younger.

‘‘Yes, my son, um, he’s not feeling so well these days and he took a break-’’ Jungkook
awkwardly explained, while wrapping up the meat in a bag. ‘‘Here you go, ma’am.’’

‘‘Your son—he’s so pretty—and looks like a kind boy. Do you think he’d be interested in
dating my lovely daughter? I’d be so happy if she dated a sweet man like your boy-’’

‘‘What?’’ Jungkook let out a chuckle, trying so hard not to show how affected he was by her
suggestion. ‘‘Ma’am, we are not living in ancient times anymore. I’m not setting up my son
with some random girl. Besides, he’s not intending to marry.’’

The older woman just nodded and awkwardly thanked Jungkook for the meat. ‘‘I’ll get going
then, t-thank you-’’

Jungkook had probably scared the older woman with his aggressive response, but he didn’t
care. Jimin was only his boy. His little petal. He wouldn’t let anyone else take him away from
him.

‘‘Where are you, Jimin-ah?’’ When Jungkook returned home, his voice was loud. He sounded
like an angry feral beast. When he entered the main room, he banged the door, making Jimin
slightly flinch.
The younger boy was currently only in his underwear, as he had just come out from a shower.

‘‘Why are you in your underwear—did you just have a shower—are you preparing for a date
or what—huh? You’re not seeing her daughter, are you?!’’ Jungkook abruptly barged into
Jimin’s room and yelled like a madman.

It was the first time Jimin had seen him this paranoid, and he felt scared. Jimin didn’t even
know what Jungkook was talking about.

Was he on drugs?

‘‘W-what do you mean, Appa-’’ Jimin let out a small whimper, as Jungkook slid the paper
door behind him. Then, he took off his apron and threw it on the mat. His black shirt
followed, which surprised Jimin.

Why was Jungkook undressing in front of him?

‘‘W-why are you undressing, I don’t understand what you mean, daddy-’’ Jimin continued
with his questions, already close to tears from his confusion. He was still only in his
underwear, trying to hide under the covers, while Jungkook was now sliding down his pants.

Now, Jungkook was also only in his underwear. He wore black boxers, similar to Jimin,
however, there was a striking size difference between them. Jungkook’s thighs were thick and
muscular, while Jimin’s were very slim.

Oh, and his skin looked so smooth. Jungkook had the urge to touch his slim legs and corrupt
him.

‘‘W-what are you doing-’’ Jimin squealed and covered his eyes when Jungkook silently took
off his boxers. The older man continued ignoring Jimin’s questions and just forced himself on
Jimin.
He hovered over the youngest, trying to get him out of the bed covers.

‘‘S-stop—what are you doing—daddy—please—i-’’ Jimin remained with his eyes closed,
trying to fight off the muscular older man. But he couldn’t. In a few seconds, Jungkook had
gotten rid of the bed covers and was now towering over him.

‘‘I bought you those damn sneakers and tablet with my savings. And this is how you treat
me? You should give yourself to me. I’m a man with needs after all. I can’t give you away to
some pathetic girl…you’re only mine. You’re daddy’s little petal-’’

When Jungkook slid down Jimin’s underwear, Jimin let out another squeal. He tried to cover
his private parts with his small hands, but Jungkook quickly pushed them away, laughing at
him mockingly.

‘‘Aigoo, look at you. Such a small little cock you have.’’ Jungkook darkly glanced down at
Jimin’s fully naked body, his large hands going down to caress his exposed body. He cupped
the small cock with one hand, causing Jimin to jolt.

‘‘Pl-please don’t t-touch me-please—why are you d-doing this—daddy-’’ Jimin had become
a sobbing mess beneath him, trying to escape from him. But Jungkook was somehow
straddling him, and Jimin couldn’t move an inch.

Oh, but Jungkook loved seeing the younger boy cry beneath him, and address him as
‘‘daddy’’ in a crying voice. Jimin looked so cute like this. All fragile and pathetic beneath
him.

‘‘I told you why, petal,’’ Jungkook gritted his teeth, as he abandoned Jimin’s small little cock.
His thick fingers had found their way to Jimin’s pink little hole. He spread Jimin’s legs
further apart, to have easier access.

In this position, Jimin felt so vulgar. He felt so exposed and couldn’t help but sob when he
felt one cold finger rubbing up against his entrance.
‘‘You’re pretty even though you’re a guy—I mean it’s a shame you don’t have a cunt—but
your little hole will do. I’m sure you’ll make daddy feel good, hm?’’ The older man
continued teasing Jimin’s tight hole with a cold finger, grinning down at him.

‘‘Pl-please…sstop…f-feels strange daddyyy—’’

Jimin just whimpered beneath him, still with closed eyes, not wanting to look up to the devil
man. Even though he felt disgusted and scared by Jungkook’s abrupt actions, his body was
confusing him.

It was the first time someone was touching him there, and he…liked it.

‘‘I don’t know how it works with men, but I guess you’ll be okay? I’m fucking horny, shit, I
don’t even care anymore,’’ Jungkook was starting to get turned on just by teasing Jimin’s
little hole and he couldn’t wait anymore.

He could tell how tight Jimin was, but he didn’t care. His cock was aching to enter the
pulsating hole.

‘‘What, sad that I stopped fingering your little hole? Don’t tell me that you were going to
cum?’’ Jungkook gave Jimin’s small little cock a slap and the younger boy just jolted again.
‘‘I’m going to fuck you now, baby. Is this your first time? Probably, huh? But it’s alright.’’

Then, Jungkook smoothly grabbed Jimin and turned him around, manhandling him against
the bedding. Now, the younger boy was laying on his stomach, with his ass up.

He then grabbed Jimin’s slim wrists and pinned them to his back. Jimin just continued to cry
and begged him to stop beneath him. But his cries were of no use. Jungkook was mad,
frustrated, and perhaps a little crazy at that moment.
He was going to fuck Jimin and blow some steam.

‘‘Cry as much as you want, darling. No one can hear you. It’s just you and me here, out in the
sycamore trees,’’ Jungkook grinned, as he gave his cock a few strokes. Then, he rubbed
against Jimin’s tight entrance.

The younger boy instantly cried as he felt the thick tip rubbing against his puckered hole. It
felt so uncomfortable, and Jungkook wasn’t even fully inside him yet.

‘‘Pl-ease…daddy..please..s-stop…please…’’ Jimin continued crying, but Jungkook blatantly

ignored him.

‘‘Shut the hell up. Just be a good boy and take it, yeah? I’m getting sick of your fucking cries,
you know-’’ And then, it was like a switch was turned on. With one thrust, Jungkook was
fully inside Jimin.

Jimin just sobbed like a baby, while Jungkook groaned from the tight sensation. He grabbed
Jimin’s pinned wrists and started fucking him roughly.

Jimin’s smaller body bounced with each harsh thrust, as the older man groaned on top of him.
All Jimin could do was cry, as he felt Jungkook’s thick cock stretching out his little hole.

It was the first time he was getting fucked, and Jimin hated it. Was this how sex supposed to
feel? Jimin wanted to have sex with Taehyung before, but now, he didn’t like it.

‘‘W-why…why are you d-doing this—d-daddy—please…h-hurts…’’ Jimin continued to cry

in between the harsh thrusts, as the older man just grunted in response. It felt too good
fucking Jimin’s tight little hole, that he didn’t bother responding to him.

Jungkook was holding Jimin down on the bedding, so he wouldn’t escape. So he could feel
every inch of his cock inside him, stretching him out completely.
At this moment, Jimin had become…daddy’s little plaything.

AUTHOR NOTE: sorry if the nsfw scene was pretty short, but i personally still dont feel too
confident with my smut writing haha. also i never planned to include lots of sex in this story--
i mostly want to focus on the psychological side which is why i chose this prompt // anyway
tell me what you think :) we have 2 chapters left.
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Jungkook lived in a small town, surrounded by many fields and tall trees. When he was first
born, his father attempted to suffocate him with a pillow.

Jungkook came from a poor household, and his father was a low-life butcher. When his shop
went bankrupt, he started drinking every day and became violent.

When Jungkook was six, his father attempted to kill him again.

‘‘Let’s just kill that pathetic bastard—why do we need this stupid child anyway? I’m not
wasting my money on him or his education!’’ Jungkook’s father was like a feral beast that
night.

Jungkook was hiding behind his mother’s legs, while his father was threatening to kill him
again. Jungkook had just managed to escape from his large hands and had red marks on his
neck.

‘‘He’s your child-you cannot kill him! I will not let you do this-’’ Though his mother was tiny,
she still tried her best to protect her son from her abusive husband. In Jungkook’s eyes, his
mother was like his savior, his angel.

When he grew up to be a teenager, his mother was on the brink of death, due to all the
beatings she received from her husband, and the malnourishment. Jungkook knew that
someday she would die since she was also diagnosed with cancer one year ago.

But what he didn’t expect, was to see her hanging from the sycamore tree, near their house.

‘‘What did you do to her, you bastard?!’’ Jungkook had marched to his father that one
summer night. His father was still the same abusive bastard as he was years ago, though
now, he was weaker.
Jungkook could easily overpower him, and even…kill him.

Yes, in between their intense arguing, Jungkook ended up pushing him against the trees and
wrapped his hands around his neck. Jungkook choked his father to death. Seeing his father
struggle and choke, had thrilled him.

For Jungkook, killing his father was something he would never forget.

That moment was his awakening.

‘‘We could be a proper family, if it wasn’t for you, fucking bastard-’’ Jungkook spat down at
his father’s lifeless body, before hanging up next to his mother. After that, Jungkook ran away
and never looked back.

The police considered Jungkook’s parent's case as a suicide and a tragedy, so Jungkook got
away with it.

‘‘I’m sorry, Jungkook. I’m not really into starting a family. We can still be together, right?’’

A few years later, Jungkook lived as a lonely adult, searching for the perfect family. He
realized how hard it was to find the perfect mother and the perfect family.

He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t connect with the people he met. He ended up strangling
the two women he saw as potential mothers, and moved into a new small town.

There, he had found…his little petal, Jimin.

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Jimin was quite dazed after Jungkook forced himself on him. The morning after, Jimin kept
vomiting both from his horror and disgust. Because, while Jimin was even more horrified of
Jungkook, Jungkook was calmly sipping coffee like nothing had happened the previous night.

It continued for a few nights, Jungkook coming into Jimin’s bed at night and touching him.
Jimin, for some reason, couldn’t push Jungkook away. His mind was hazy, and he felt too
sleepy to do anything.

He only remembered Jungkook towering over him and touching his naked body. Sometimes,
Jungkook touched his nipples until they became puffy red. Other times, he turned Jimin
around and fucked his tight hole, until Jimin woke up screaming, telling him to stop.

‘‘Mom…mother…help…please….’’ This morning, however, Jimin wasn’t dreaming about

Jungkook or Taehyung. He was dreaming of his mother again. In his dream, Jimin was
running towards the sycamore trees.

His mother wasn’t hanging from the trees, but Jimin couldn’t reach her. He kept screaming
and crying for her help, but his mother slowly…faded away.

‘‘Mother!’’ With one last scream, Jimin was wide awake. He slowly opened his eyes and
realized he was in his tiny bedroom. He could feel the dry tears on his cheeks, and his throat
felt dry again.

‘‘Mother…’’ Jimin sniffled, as he weakly tried to get out of bed, ‘‘Why did you leave me…
with the…devil man…’’

When Jimin was about to get up, Jungkook had come to find him. He could see him standing
against the paper door, and then entering his bedroom.

‘‘Are you crying again, little petal?’’ Jungkook spoke in a gentle voice, as he slowly
approached him down to the bed. Jimin remained silent, not knowing what to say. He was
going to wait and see what Jungkook would do again.
‘‘..Don’t worry, mommy might be dead, but daddy’s here-’’ He was addressing himself as
daddy again, so Jimin figured Jungkook would treat him as a child. Well, at that moment,
Jimin felt too sleepy to even care. He indulged in Jungkook’s madness.

‘‘…Daddy…please…d-don’t leave Jiminie-’’ Even though Jimin was just playing along to
Jungkook’s roleplay, his tears were real. Jimin was scared and he felt so alone. He was only
happy when he was dreaming, and sometimes, even his dreams were sad.

‘‘Mm, I won’t leave my dear Jiminie. I’ll protect him…’’ Jungkook continued speaking in a
gentle voice and then pulled Jimin in a hug, ‘‘Are you going to be a good boy from now on?’’

Jimin didn’t know what Jungkook meant by that. Jungkook had been confusing him for days
now, but he still tried to give him an answer to satisfy him.

With a sad puppy look and tears in his eyes, Jimin told Jungkook, ‘‘Yes…good boy…
Jiminie….’’

While the devil man held Jimin in his arms, the younger boy just cried and cried. At this
moment, Jimin didn’t know what he was doing. He…just wanted to survive. It was the only
way…to escape from the sycamore trees.

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The next few weeks continued feeling like a fever dream to Jimin. He remained at home
every day and waited for Jungkook to return, so they could have a meal together, like a
loving father and son.

When Jungkook was in a good mood, he would bring Jimin breakfast in bed and feed him
himself. Slowly, summer was coming, so Jungkook planted a few fruits outside their house.
‘‘Eat all of it, little petal. Kiwi is good for your health. I guess you’re vulnerable due to the
summer heat, huh?’’ When the first heat wave of the summer came, Jimin was sick again.

Now, there he was, only in an oversized tank top and shorts, sweating excessively in his bed.
Jungkook kept offering him fruit and other drinks to help him recover.

Other than medicine, Jungkook also drugged his drinks as usual. He had been drugging him
for almost a month now and was met with satisfying results.

Jimin was as obedient as ever, especially when Jungkook fucked him during night time. He
rarely wanted to leave home and remained in his room the whole day, waiting for Jungkook
to return from work.

Jimin was just like a little child, waiting for his parent to return from work. And Jungkook
enjoyed that feeling.

‘‘D-daddy, can you give me more medicine? I still feel—hot—I’m on f-fire…please…help

me—’’ And Jungkook loved it the most when Jimin was like this. All vulnerable and fragile,
needing the care of a loving father.

Jungkook felt the happiest taking care of his fragile little petal. He hoped Jimin would get
sick once a week, so he could see the younger boy this way. Jimin…was the prettiest when he
was sick, after all.

‘‘Sure, sure. But why…don’t I bathe you instead, little petal? Your body needs to cool down
from the heat, hm?’’

This time, Jimin didn’t refuse his offer. He felt too lightheaded and weak to resist Jungkook.
He allowed the older man to carry him to the bathroom and place him in the cold tub.

Jimin was only in his underwear when Jungkook took them off too and filled the tub with
cold water.
‘‘Feeling better now?’’ Jungkook wondered as he rinsed Jimin’s scorching body with the
water. Jimin remained frozen in the tub, all curled up in a ball. He nodded and allowed
Jungkook to rinse the rest of his body.

‘‘What…a good boy, you didn’t make a sound today while I was bathing you. How should I
reward you, hm?’’ Jungkook cutely ruffled Jimin’s hair, as he helped the youngest come out
of the bathroom.

He dried his hair with a towel and even helped Jimin change into clean clothes. Now, Jimin
was in cute overalls and a loose t-shirt Jungkook had bought for him.

‘‘Do you like your outfit, petal? I think it suits you. All young boys would be envious of your
looks!’’ Jungkook continued patting Jimin’s head while checking out his cute little outfit.

Jimin just nodded, still feeling slightly hazy. He didn’t feel as hot as before, but he was still…
very dizzy.

Perhaps, the medicine wasn’t helping him at all.

Because…why was he starting to believe…that he was Jungkook’s six-year-old son?

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When July came, Jimin started playing out in the forest, as he used to when he was a child.
He had no friends to play with anymore, but he still enjoyed roaming around the forest and
picking up flowers.

When he reached the treehouse near their house, however, Jimin felt his heart ache. It felt like
someone was stabbing him repeatedly.
‘‘O-oh…why does it hurt so much….Taetae….are you up there?’’ Taehyung’s name slipped
from his lips. Then, he glanced up at the treehouse. ‘‘Mm…i’m too small to…climb…
daddy…will scold me…can’t come up…Taetae…Jimin’s sorry-’’

Jimin kept looking up the treehouse, apologizing to his best friend. And then, he could see
him. Jimin was sure it was Taehyung, waiting for him in the treehouse.

‘‘Jimin-ah, aren’t you coming with me?’’ Taehyung still looked the same as he did before he
died. Black hair, tall, and a handsome face.

‘‘N-no, no, just leave me alone—no…can’t come…you’re not real—my friend Taetae…is
dead!’’ Jimin just shrieked at Taehyung, who was merely a hallucination of Jimin’s hazy
mind, and ran away.

Jimin ran and ran into the forest, panting softly, feeling like he was being chased, to reach
home.

When he reached home, he barged into their house to call Jungkook. The older man was
currently at work, but Jimin needed someone’s comfort. Even if that someone, was the devil
himself.

‘‘Daddy…c-come…back home…Minnie’s…scared…’’ Jimin said, once Jungkook had

picked up the phone.

‘‘Oh, did something happen, baby boy? Alright. Daddy will be home right away.’’ As soon as
Jungkook received Jimin’s call, he closed the shop and rushed back home. Jimin’s call had
made him the happiest after all.

Feeling wanted by his little petal was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
Perhaps, drugging Jimin had finally worked. Now, the little petal was like his obedient little
puppy, that only needed him.

‘‘Where are you, little petal?’’ When Jungkook returned home, Jimin was already waiting for
him near the cushions. He was cutely sucking on his thumb anxiously, with a few tears in his
eyes.

‘‘What is it this time?’’ It wasn’t the first time Jimin had done this. A few days ago, Jimin
had gone on another walk in the forest, and returned with tears in his eyes, crying over his
dead mother.

Then, Jungkook took the opportunity and comforted the little boy.

‘‘Tae…tae…he was on treehouse…but Jiminie….didn’t want to go—’’ Jimin explained in a

trembling voice. Then, he ended up sobbing like a baby.

Jungkook just rocked Jimin in his arms and comforted him, as a loving father would.

‘‘Jimin-ah, my little angel, I think it’s time for us to escape from the sycamore trees. Do you
want to run away with Daddy?’’ When Jimin had calmed down a little, Jungkook suggested it
to him.

Perhaps, it was time for them to run away from this shitty old town.

Now that Jimin was perfectly brainwashed, Jungkook could take him everywhere, and
continue using him as he liked. No one could stop him.

‘‘Yes….want to leave….Jiminie…doesn’t like sycamore trees,’’ Jimin agreed with

Jungkook’s suggestion right away. After all, it had always been his dream to escape from the
sycamore trees.
And now, he would leave with the devil man by his side.

AUTHOR NOTE: there's one more chapter left before this story ends, i hope you guys are
enjoying it so far :-) i decided to add one brief flashback scene of jk's childhood to show you
his past, but of course that doesn't justify his actions! he's still very evil and definitely
deserves to get punished for his crimes (but this is fiction so it won't happen lol...)
 nine ʚ ɞ

1 year later…

It was summer again. Jimin was sitting on the beach shore, his shorts a little wet from the wet
sand. He could feel the cold water from the beach waves washing up on his feet every few
seconds.

He often came down to the sea, ever since they moved away from Busan. Now, they lived on
Jeju Island. Jungkook had opened a small shop, still being a gruesome butcher, among all the
fish stalls in the food market.

Since they lived in a new place, no one knew about Jimin and Jungkook’s real identities.
Jimin and Jungkook pretended to be a real father-son duo to the locals and neighbors.

Jungkook had told the neighbors Jimin was his fragile son, who always got sick and couldn’t
finish school. Jimin worked at the butcher’s shop with Jungkook again, though he still felt
like vomiting at the smell every time.

He had nothing better to do at home. He preferred vomiting over the smell of raw meat to
staying at home and being alone with his thoughts.

Whenever Jimin was alone, he would have hallucinations of his dead mother and Taehyung.
Once, he even jumped into the sea and almost drowned on a chilly spring night. Of course,
Jungkook had saved him just in time.

According to Jimin, Taehyung was calling him at that time, telling him to join him.

Jimin’s condition had become even worse, and it was why…Jungkook always kept Jimin
with him, and wouldn’t leave him alone. He was scared Jimin would end his life and abandon
him.
‘‘We might get busy these days, petal. Since it’s summer, tourists are visiting as well. Perhaps
they’ll come to buy some meat. Aren’t they tired of buying the fish anyway?’’ It was another
lonely summer day when Jungkook was working in his shop.

He was chopping off some meat, while Jimin was hazily wrapping up some chicken wings.
They also did take-out deliveries. Jimin didn’t know how to drive, so Jungkook bought him a
bike for that.

The bike was a baby blue color and mostly looked like a bike for a young child. Jungkook
had bought it for Jimin since Jimin was his precious petal, his…baby boy.

Jimin didn’t find the bike weird and often did deliveries around the neighborhood while using
the bike. It also helped him get rid of his negative thoughts while riding around town with the
bike.

‘‘I’m done with the chicken wings, Appa-’’ Jimin said, while gently placing the wrapped
meat on the counter. Jungkook just ruffled Jimin’s hair, making the younger boy slightly
flinch.

Jungkook could tell something was up with Jimin today. He looked very gloomy, more than
he usually did anyway. He would keep his eyes on him, just in case he decided to jump into
the sea again.

‘‘Alright. A new family moved in next door, so I’m thinking of gifting them some beef. Why
don’t we give them the meat together, after work?’’ Jungkook suggested as he was now
weighing the meat.

Jimin just hazily nodded, not caring about their new neighbors or friends.

Ever since they moved here, Jimin only spoke to Jungkook. He was completely isolated from
the rest of the world and only spoke to people when he delivered meat to them.
Jungkook didn’t mind that his little petal was like that. In fact, he loved it. He wanted Jimin
to talk only to him. He didn’t want others to become friends with him. Because then, Jimin
would want to run away and break free from him.

‘‘Hi! We’re neighbors—so we thought to welcome you into our neighborhood! Here’s a gift
from my store—I’m a butcher so—’’ An hour later, Jungkook and Jimin were outside of their
neighbor’s door.

It wasn’t like Jungkook to be friendly. He couldn’t care less about his new neighbors either.
He mostly tried to be friendly, so the locals would support him and buy from his shop. They
needed money to live after all.

‘‘…Right, okay. Mom and Dad are away, but thanks for the meat I guess, ahjussi? What
about you? Are you his younger brother?’’ A young teenage girl had opened the door. She
had medium-length black hair and was in tiny shorts and a red tank top.

The young girl seemed to be interested in Jimin, but Jimin barely looked up at her. Jimin’s
eyes were cold and blank. Jimin looked like a ghost, especially now with his petite frame and
pale skin.

‘‘…..I’m his dad. We’ll get going now. Welcome to the neighborhood.’’ Jungkook almost
gritted his teeth in annoyance and wrapped an arm around Jimin’s shoulder, dragging him
away.

The young girl just shrugged, not understanding why the older man acted so cold all of a
sudden and headed back inside.

‘‘Daddy—’ hurts-’’ Jimin whined on the way back, not understanding why Jungkook was
gripping onto him so hard. He could feel Jungkook’s large hands, nails digging into the skin
of his shoulders.
‘‘It just pisses me off. Why can’t people understand that you’re only mine?’’ Jungkook
grunted as he pushed the younger boy inside, locking the door behind him. Jimin just let out a
whimper, as he was pushed onto the floor mat.

Jimin knew what this meant. For some strange reason, Jungkook acted like a feral beast
whenever someone talked to him or seemed interested in him. Jimin didn’t know why, but
Jungkook always fucked him possessively afterward.

Even though at first Jimin was scared of him, now, Jimin had just accepted it. Because he
knew his daddy would take care of him afterward.

‘‘My little petal!’’ Jungkook continued screaming like a madman, not caring if their
neighbors could hear. He roughly slid down Jimin’s summer shorts, along with his briefs, and
pushed his legs up.

Now, Jimin was all folded in half, his pink hole exposed, small cock still flaccid.

Jungkook didn’t bother playing with Jimin this time. He quickly undressed, gave his hard
cock a few strokes, and slammed into Jimin’s hole.

With arms pressed down on the floor mat, he pounded the youngest against the floor mat,
making Jimin cry beneath him.

‘‘H-hurts, daddy-’’ It was all Jimin could say, while the older man was thrusting roughly
inside him. Jungkook always fucked him raw like this, not caring whether Jimin was in pain
or not. Of course, Jimin never liked it or enjoyed it.

The only thing Jimin liked, was the aftermath.

Perhaps, it was Jimin experiencing Stockholm syndrome in a way, but the youngest loved it
when Jungkook took care of him after rough and painful sex. Jimin was looking forward to it
every time.
He wanted Jungkook to hold him in his arms, give him a warm bath, and tuck him in bed
with a goodnight kiss. He needed lots of love, even if it was by the devil man.

‘‘You’re mine, got it?’’ Jungkook grunted, thrusting one last time inside the youngest, filling
him up with his cum. Jimin’s smaller body just trembled beneath him, eyes fluttering.

Jungkook rarely came inside him, but this time, he had the urge to mark Jimin with his cum.
Jimin was his little petal after all.

‘‘…That brat thinks she can flirt with you, so fucking annoying. She better watch before I
drag her into the sea,’’ When Jungkook was done fucking Jimin for the day, he changed into
clean clothing.

He was still mad over the young girl eyeing Jimin up and down, while Jimin was still on the
floor, naked, curled up in a ball. Jungkook could hear Jimin’s small sniffles.

‘‘What is it, baby boy? Are you upset now, hm?’’ Jungkook let out a sigh and walked near the
younger boy. Jimin weakly turned around and faced up the devil man.

‘‘It looks like you’re dirty again. Why don’t we go clean up?’’ This time, Jungkook spoke
gently to him. He was nothing like the man that had fucked him roughly a few minutes ago. It
was like a switch was turned on and off with Jungkook.

And it always confused Jimin.

‘‘…Want to be a clean boy…for daddy,’’ Jimin mumbled, while looking up to Jungkook. He

had a few tears in his eyes. He wasn’t sure why he was crying. Was it because his body was
in pain, or because his heart was aching?
Either way, Jungkook picked him up and took him to the bathroom. Since it was summer, he
helped Jimin have a quick cold shower. Then, he dressed him up in a cute pajama set he had
bought for him a few days ago.

‘‘Sleep well, little petal. Daddy…loves you,’’ Jungkook said while tucking Jimin to bed.
Then, he leaned down to kiss his forehead.

Jimin needily tugged on Jungkook’s arm before closing his eyes. ‘‘Daddy, daddy sleep with
Jiminie tonight?’’

‘‘Alright,’’ Jungkook smiled down at the younger boy and joined him on the bed. There was
only a thin bed sheet covering their bodies, as they slept side by side.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

For the next few days, Jimin continued being gloomy. He always accompanied Jungkook and
went on walks at the beach with him early in the mornings. Jungkook usually jogged near the
beach, while Jimin followed him behind in slower steps.

Jimin wasn’t really athletic, so he preferred to walk at a slow pace, to admire the beach
waves. To him, the beach looked as gloomy as he did. He could admire the beach waves
forever if he could. For some reason, the sound of the waves, and the color of the clear
water…calmed him down.

‘‘You stay here, little petal. I’m heading up to get some ice cream for us,’’ It was another
summer day, and they were at the beach again. Jungkook had the store closed today, so they
had come to the beach to enjoy the warm weather.

Jimin, however, wasn’t cheerful at all. Even if Jungkook bought him his favorite ice cream
and candy.
He kept gazing far into the sea, and that was when…he saw her. Further away, was none
other than his mother, waving at him enthusiastically. Jimin stood up at the sight of her,
gazing at her intensely.

‘‘‘M-mom…mom! You’re here!’’ His voice became louder from his excitement, slowly
diving into the cold water. He started walking further into the sea, the water was now
reaching to his knees, then to his waist…then to his chest.

‘‘Mom—I’m coming with you—w-wait for me, Mom!’’ Jimin kept screaming, starting to
swim to catch up with his mother. But for some reason, his mother…was slowly fading away.
‘‘Mom—where are you!?’’

Jimin had started to sob, as the water reached his neck. Then, when a strong wave came,
Jimin was underwater. Jimin didn’t bother coming up to the surface.

‘‘Jimin-ah!? What the hell did you do?! Huh?! Are you pulling this trick on me again,
jumping into the sea? Is this what good boys do, huh?’’ A few minutes later, Jimin was back
on the shore. Jungkook had miraculously saved him.

He could hear the older man screaming at him. Luckily, it was early in the morning, so it was
just the two of them in the sea.

‘‘S-sorry, A-appa,’’ Jimin coughed up some water and tried to sit up with Jungkook’s help.
‘‘Mom..s-she was there…I wanted to see her,’’

‘‘Your mother is dead, Jimin. She’s not here, petal. How many times do I have to tell you?’’
Jungkook let out an annoyed sigh. Then, the youngest looked up at him, sniffling, ‘‘S-she’s
not here anymore?’’

‘‘No, petal. We are no longer in the sycamore trees, so why do you keep seeing her? Forget
about her, and everyone else. It’s just you and me now. We are both free,’’
Jungkook spoke in a gentler voice this time, so the boy would come back to his senses. He
pulled him into a hug, and Jimin started to cry softly.

Jimin was free from the sycamore trees, yes, but he wasn’t free from the devil man. Even
though he had escaped from them, he was still unhappy.

Because he would remain by the devil man’s side until he died. He was never going to be
free.

AUTHOR NOTE: THE END...

So i'm officially done with this fic :) sorry it took me a while to update but i wasn't feeling
very motivated to write. I hope you liked the ending anyway. I'd love to know what you think
of this fic in overall. Regarding the future, i do have a few more fic ideas, but i'm not sure
when i'll begin writing or posting them.

Anyway, thanks for reading!

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