"You didn't... right?"

Immediately Jimin shook his head.

Jungkook smiled.

At least his hyung had kept his promise.

"I'm here to help you... Like I said I would." He whispered, straightening the whip between his hands.

"Y-You what?" Jimin stuttered as he finally looked up to meet Jungkook's eyes.

"I told you that no knife or anything would harm you and leave scars."

Jungkook's eyes darkened as he stepped closer to Jimin.

"I will punish you for thinking bad things again, hyung."

Jimin's eyes widen.

Did the younger know how wrong that sounded.

Way more important was the effect it had on Jimin.

It was turning him on so much.

Jungkook flicked his hand and the whip collided with the ground, creating a loud snapping sound.

Jimin flinched.

It already sounded painful.

"Take off your shirt, hyung... We wouldn't want it to rip, would we?"

A shiver went down Jimin's spine.

'This sounds too wrong!'

Hesitantly he pulled off his shirt.

Without taking notice of it Jungkook his lips, successfully making Jimin blush.

"Turn around."

Jungkook's voice sounded so much more intimidating than usually, so much more authoritarian.

Jimin gulped.

Nevertheless he complied and turned around, his back now facing Jungkook.

The room was silent and Jimin almost thought Jungkook changed his mind as the whip snapped down on his .

"A-Aahhng!" He groaned in pain, throwing his head back.

Another blow hit him.

He stumbled forward as tears rimmed his eyes.

"K-Kookie it hurts." He cracked.

The thrilling feeling Jimin had had because of Jungkook's aura and words - gone.

He still had his back turned to Jungkook.

That's why he couldn't see that Jungkook was near his tears as well.

He placed the whip on Jimin's bed, quickly wiping his eyes before walking up to Jimin,

lightly caressing the bruised skin, careful not to touch the open wounds which were bleeding.

"Mianhaeyo...(I'm sorry...)"

Jimin whimpered in respond.

Jungkook was so different right now.

Usually his actions were like drugs, dangerous, life-threatening but addicting.

Usually his words were like cuts, harsh, painful but thrilling.

Right now his actions were like remedy, soft, gentle and loving.

Right now his words were like a cure, sweet, kind and caring.

"Do you still want to hurt yourself?"

Jimin shook his head.

There was no hesitation.

Jungkook smiled.

"That's good. Then let's get these cleaned" He whispered, tracing the outline of the bruises again.

Jimin nodded and put on his shirt.

Biting his lip Jungkook looked at Jimin pulling the shirt over his head, wincing a little in pain.

To say he was worried would be an understatement.

Maybe he had hit too hard?

Jimin hadn't spoken a single word so far.

They made their way to the bathroom in silence.

Once in the room Jungkook helped Jimin take off his shirt before pressing a cotton tissue drenched in alcohol over the wounds.

"A-Ahnng." Jimin whimpered again.

Jungkook shooed him.

"I know it stings... But it helps, hyung."

The soft pats got less and Jimin turned around again.

His eyes showed strains of pain but the little smile on his face look true.

He pulled the younger in an embrace, hoping he wouldn't push him away.

And Jungkook didn't.

He just warped his arms around Jimin's waist, resting his head on his hyung's.

Jimin snuggled closer.

That was worth the pain.

"Don't make me do that again, hyung... I don't want to see you cry."

Breaking the hug Jimin smiled his typical smile.

The smile Jungkook loved oh-so-much.

"I won't."

If you asked Jimin to explain just how happy he was a t the moment he wouldn't be able to.

He felt accepted, loved, cared for...

He felt incredibly happy.

He never thought he'd ever witness such affection of Jungkook.

Jungkook was happy as well.

But at the same time he regretted what he did.

'I can't get to close to him. It will shatter me, I know it...' He thought, helping Jimin wear his shirt again.

Even if he thought like that he couldn't deny he was happy.

He knew he was even if he wished he wasn't.

Actually he wished he wouldn't like Jimin.

Everything would be easier.

He wouldn't have to push Jimin away.

He wouldn't feel bad all the time because either he was hurting himself or Jimin.

He wouldn't have to fear that he makes a mistake and everyone know he likes Jimin.

Still he knew why he liked Jimin.

And when he was being honest, there was no way he would ever not like Jimin.

Bit for bit he fell for his clingy hyung and he knew that even if he never had been close to him it wouldn't have changed anything.

It wasn't even that he had a problem with liking the shorter.

But that Jimin was constantly around him was slowly driving him crazy.

It really was a war of hormones and he couldn't do anything against it, could he?

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A/N: Thank you so much IceBloodRose for the poster! <3 I really love it :3

Oh, and sorry for the weird thing at the end ^-^''

I kinda didn't know what to write but thought the chapter was too short... sorry ^-^''